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      The entrenchments.     With Hall to
heard sundry stories of �casualties� saw a
broken fence where a battery had been stationed
and three or four dead horses � killed by the
enemy�s shot.  We could hardly have been at
greater distance than a quarter of a mile from
the rebel works here; the guns were plainly
visible.   Wallington took his white coat off to
avoid affording a too conspicuous mark.   Back
at length, through the pools and puddles to the
63rd.        Supper in a wet arbor of pine boughs;
Haymaker present.   A fire burning in front of
Hay�s tent.       To the Mozarters with Hall; Ri-
ley having gone there some time before.  His tent
was not up yet; he reposing in an �avalanche,� as
the more ignorant of the soldiers called an ambu-
lance.       The gallant Mozarters had pillaged
my haversac (left hanging to the saddle) of its to-
bacco, considerately leaving one twist for me.   Mount-
ed and with Hall tramping beside me, through
the mud, an ice-cold north-east wind blowing
in our faces, to Clark�s house, where I suc-
ceeded in smuggling my companion past the sen-
try, and consigning horse to Amesbury, reascen-
ded to my attic.      Here we found Babcock
and a musical comrade named Graham, of
the same regiment, both of whom made us very 
welcome.    Out of doors the weather was horrible,
the rain being fierce and continuous.     But we kept               
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