show himself worthy of his origin, and true to the traditions of the past.

The regiment lay in camp the two following days, and the men had an
opportunity to recover in some measure from the fatigues of their first
severe march. Visions of glory and victory were beginning to dawn upon
them. They had listened to the cannon of the enemy, and they knew that the
rebels were not many miles distant in front of them. A few days, perhaps a
few hours, would elapse before the terrible conflict would commence. Some
of those manly forms must soon sleep in the soldier's grave; some of those
beating hearts must soon cease to beat forever; but still the brave and
the true longed for the hour that would enable them to "strike home" for
the nation's salvation.




CHAPTER XIII.

THE BATTLE OF BULL RUN.


"Tumble out! Tumble out!" shouted the sergeant, who was in the mess with
the soldiers we have introduced. "Reveille! Don't you hear it?"

"But it isn't morning," growled Ben Lethbridge.

"I haven't been asleep more than an hour or two," snarled Fred Pemberton.

"Shut up your heads, and turn out!" said the sergeant.