The men's clothes were insufficient and nearly worn out.

During the last few days, on the march and in the camp, every one had huddled together whatever seemed warmest, and in the pale moon or starlight, figures in strange disguises might be seen.

One wore the thick wadded cloak of a peasant woman over woefully torn trousers, another whose toes till now had always been seen out of noisy boots, stalked in enormous wooden shoes, the extra room being filled up with hay and straw.

Overcoats from the French and German dead had been taken, and were useful for replenishing outfits--particularly when a German soldier wore red trousers, and the braided fur coat of the fantastic Garbaldian uniform.

Many others had bed-clothing and horse-coverings, carpets and curtains, one even went so far as to wear an altar-cloth from some poor village church over his shoulders, and those who still had pocket-handkerchiefs in their possession wore them tied over their ears.