Most of the rifles were Winchesters.[3] We had plenty of ammunition, and the rifles were generally kept where we could get at them quickly.
In this order, and with these duties, we ran on down the Green, and so far at least as I was concerned, feeling as if we had suddenly stepped off into another world.

Late in the afternoon we were astonished to discover a solitary old man sitting on the right bank fishing.

Who he was we did not know but we gave him a cheer as we dashed by and were carried beyond his surprised vision.

As the sun began to reach the horizon a lookout was kept for a good place for camp.

I, for one, was deeply interested, as I had never yet slept in the open.