Lancers and Huzzars, Grenadiers, Light Dragoons and Queen's Rangers mixed, and commingled, apparently enjoying holiday.

There was scarcely a woman to be seen; the few who did appear being of the lower sort.

All along the river were redoubts, well garrisoned, with black gun muzzles pointing out across the water.

Many houses had been razed, and their _debris_, together with the fire ruin of the past winter, gave to everything a look of desolation.
Much artillery was parked in the State House yard, and several vessels of war were lying at anchor in the stream, while the entire shore line was filled with barges, decorated as for a _fete_, a large force of men laboring about them.

My companion, observing my interest attracted in that direction, reined up his horse to explain.
"Those are the galleys being made ready for the Mischianza, Fortesque," he said, waving his hand.