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	    Bivouac in Saw-mill.
found a pit that afforded perfect shelter
from the wind that swept over the fields like
a Texan �norther,� and had a doze there.
Presently we returned to Heintzelman�s and
loafed for an hour or more by the fire in front
of the General�s tent, sometimes conversing with
the old chuff.     There were tents enough; he knew
we were shelterless, but not a word did he say of
affording us a night�s hospitality.    Nevins, Snee-
don and the young fellows were kindly, but had
no accommodation.   One of them piloted us how-
ever to a fire among the bushes where we got some
coffee and crackers form the teamsters.     Night
set in anon, and we resolved to sleep in our
saw-pit.    But in the meantime the condition of
my horse made me uneasy; the sore on the poor
brute�s back was not yet cured, and the weather
affected him so violently as to increase a habit
he had, of gnashing his teeth, until it became in-
cessant.         I applied to some troopers camping
in the saw mill, but they were incompetent or
indifferent, and then set off to find somebody
who �understood horses� among the teamsters. The
promise of liberal pay tempted one fellow, but
when the poor animal winced at his inspection,
the cur became alarmed and slunk off, saying
he wouldn�t have nothin� to do with such a horse
as that.     So I swore I�d help him myself, spon-               
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