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Text for Page 094 [03-29-1862]

	Volunteer Officer-life in garrison.
its variations it clung to the original tune, burst-
ing out irrepressibly with,
	�Poor Old Soldier!
	 Poor Old Soldier!
  Tarred and feathered and sent to h__l!
     Because he was a des��erter!�
  After an hour and a half�s admirable fooling,
at which I could not but laugh heartily the bac-
chanals departed, and Winchester and I went
to bed in a spacious cavity of the casemate.
  30.  Sunday.   A raw, squally, rainy day.
The orderly trims fire, cleans boats and does
chores as I get up.         Out to breakfast.   At
the Quartermaster�s Hall and I talk with
Brigham of damage done to the transports by
the recent storm and things in general.  Back to
fort; visited Brigham�s lodging, also in a casemate.
Writing to Tribune there.    Anon to No 7.  In com-
pany with Winchester, who read me certain letters
from an unknown woman-correspondent, written in
answer to an advertisement inserted in a New York
paper, stating that an officer in garrison was de-
sirous of such an indulgence to wile away the mono-
tony of his life.      In response there came some
hundreds of letters, hence nearly every officer of
the regiment had chosen his correspondent or cor-
respondents.    Winchester wrote decidedly clever let-
ters and lengthy ones.      At 4 out with Hall,               
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