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The Trumpet-Major by Thomas Hardy
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'They did. I remember it,' said Mrs. Garland.

'And lots of the chaps about here 'listed at the time,' said Simon.
'I can call to mind that there was--ah, 'tis gone from me again!
However, all that's of little account now.'

The dragoons passed in front of the lookers-on as the others had
done, and their gay plumes, which had hung lazily during the ascent,
swung to northward as they reached the top, showing that on the
summit a fresh breeze blew. 'But look across there,' said Anne.
There had entered upon the down from another direction several
battalions of foot, in white kerseymere breeches and cloth gaiters.
They seemed to be weary from a long march, the original black of
their gaiters and boots being whity-brown with dust. Presently came
regimental waggons, and the private canteen carts which followed at
the end of a convoy.

The space in front of the mill-pond was now occupied by nearly all
the inhabitants of the village, who had turned out in alarm, and
remained for pleasure, their eyes lighted up with interest in what
they saw; for trappings and regimentals, war horses and men, in
towns an attraction, were here almost a sublimity.

The troops filed to their lines, dismounted, and in quick time took
off their accoutrements, rolled up their sheep-skins, picketed and
unbitted their horses, and made ready to erect the tents as soon as
they could be taken from the waggons and brought forward. When this
was done, at a given signal the canvases flew up from the sod; and
thenceforth every man had a place in which to lay his head.

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