Next, an orderly spirited, swift retreat in the face of an imaginary enemy, was made to the horses, which were mounted like a flash, and spurred away.

Some horses carried double, for some of the cadets lay limp and useless, impersonating men wounded by the pursuing enemy.
It was all so stirring, so grand, that the plain rang with cheers.
In an hour the drill was over, and the young cavalrymen stood under the showers or disported in the pool.

Only for a few minutes, however.

The infantry drill followed swiftly, after which these same men must swiftly be immaculate in white ducks and the handsome gray full-dress jackets.
Then followed dress parade, after which came supper, and the first classmen at West Point were through with the last day of full duty in gray!.