CHAPTER XXXIII.
THE COUNT'S LETTER.
O'Shaughnessy's wound, like my own, was happily only formidable from the loss of blood.

The sabre or the lance are rarely, indeed, so death-dealing as the musket or the bayonet; and the murderous fire from a square of infantry is far more terrific in its consequences than the heaviest charge of a cavalry column.

In a few weeks, therefore, we were once more about and fit for duty; but for the present the campaign was ended.

The rainy season with its attendant train of sickness and sorrow set in.

The troops were cantoned along the line of the frontier,--the infantry occupying the villages, and the cavalry being stationed wherever forage could be obtained.
The Fourteenth were posted at Avintas, but I saw little of them.