The Roman hero, during another pause, had confiscated the treasure; whence these tears of the returning warrior.

I never could accustom myself to these extraordinary interminglings of manly and childish attributes.
Our most untiring scout during this period was the chaplain of my regiment,--the most restless and daring spirit we had, and now exulting in full liberty of action.

He it was who was daily permitted to stray singly where no other officer would have been allowed to go, so irresistible was his appeal, "You know I am only a chaplain." Methinks I see our regimental saint, with pistols in belt and a Ballard rifle slung on shoulder, putting spurs to his steed, and cantering away down some questionable wood-path, or returning with some tale of Rebel haunt discovered, or store of foraging.

He would track an enemy like an Indian, or exhort him, when apprehended, like an early Christian.

Some of our devout soldiers shook their heads sometimes over the chaplain's little eccentricities.