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Hello, here's a friend of yours I believe----" They turned to encounter Casson, the big dragoon, arm in arm with the artilleryman, Arthur Wye.
"Give us some pie, you son of a gun!" they suggested unceremoniously; and when supplied and munching, they all locked arms and strolled out across the grass toward the hill, where already, dark against the blinding blue, hundreds of idle soldiers had gathered to sit on the turf and stare at the tall cloud on the horizon, or watch the signal officer on the higher hill beyond, seated at his telescope, while, beside him, a soldier swung dirty square flags in the wind, As they arrived on the crest a quick exclamation escaped them; for there, beyond, mile on mile, lay the armed host of which their regiments were tiny portions.
"Lord!" said Stephen in a low, surprised voice, "did you fellows know that the whole army was near here ?" "Not I," said Berkley, gazing spellbound out across the rolling panorama of river, swamp, woods, and fields.

"I don't believe it occurs very often, either--the chance to see an entire army all at once, encamped right at your feet.