Then three or four bugles
played a little air, which it was impossible to hear because of the
horrible howling and crying of dogs--such howls of misery you never
heard--they made me shiver. This all suddenly ceased, and immediately
there were lights flashing some distance away, and dozens of men
seemed to be talking all at the same time, some of them shouting,
"Here!" "Here!" I began to think that perhaps Indians had come upon
us, and called to Faye, who informed me in a sleepy voice that it was
only reveille roll-call, and that each man was answering to his name.
There was the same performance this morning, and at breakfast I asked
General Phillips why soldiers required such a beating of drums, and
deafening racket generally, to awaken them in the morning. But he did
not tell me--said it was an old army custom to have the drums beaten
along the officers' walk at reveille.
Yesterday morning, directly after guard-mounting, Faye put on his
full-dress uniform--epaulets, beautiful scarlet sash, and sword--and
went over to the office of the commanding officer to report
officially. The officer in command of the post is lieutenant colonel
of the regiment, but he, also, is a general by brevet, and one can see
by his very walk that he expects this to be remembered always. So it
is apparent to me that the safest thing to do is to call everyone
general--there seem to be so many here.
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