The cavalry had for the most part been ordered to the rear; still there was always something going forward at the outposts.
The idea of active service, the excitement of a campaigning life, cheered me, and I advanced along the dark alley of the garden with a lighter and a freer heart.

My resolves were not destined to meet delay; as I turned the angle of a walk, Power was before me.

He was leaning against a tree, his hands crossed upon his bosom, his head bowed forward, and his whole air and attitude betokening deep reflection.
He started as I came up, and seemed almost to change color.
"Well, Charley," said he, after a moment's pause, "you look better this morning.

How goes the arm ?" "The arm is ready for service again, and its owner most anxious for it.

Do you know, Fred, I'm thoroughly weary of this life." "They're little better, however, at the lines.