company at the third day of the battle of Gettysburg.  Lying under the heavy cannonading while Pickett was making his famous charge, and most of the men asleep, this man had his foot in the fork of a little bush, to better rest himself.  In this position a shot struck him above the ankle; he looked at the wound a moment, then said:  “Boys, I’ll be ——­ if that ain’t a thirty days’ furlough.”  Next day his foot had to be amputated, and to this day he wears a cork.  Such is the difference in soldiers, and you cannot judge them by outward appearance.

I here insert a few paragraphs from the pen of Adjutant Y.J.  Pope, of the Third, to show that there was mirth in the camps, notwithstanding the cold and hardships: 

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Playing “Anthony over” At headquarters on the seventh of December, 1862.

There was one thing that always attracted my attention during the war and that was the warm fellowship which existed amongst the soldiers.  If a man got a trunk or box laden with good things from home, there was no selfishness about it; the comrades were expected and did share in the feast.  While out on picket on the banks of the Rappahannock River, when we were told that another regiment had come to relieve ours, at the same time we were told that Colonel Rutherford had come back to us; he had been absent since September, and we were all very anxious to see him, for he was a charming fellow—­whole-souled, witty, and always an addition to any party.  We knew, too, that he would bring something good to eat from home.  My feathers fell, though, when Colonel Nance said to me, “Go yourself and see that every company is relieved from picket duty, and bring them to the regiment.”  I knew what this meant.  It was at night, the ground was covered with snow, and the companies would take a long time to march back to camp.  A soldier is made to obey orders, whether pleasant or unpleasant, so I rode at the head of the battalion; I was chilled through; my ears felt—­well I rubbed a little feeling into them.  At last we reached camp.  Before I did so I could hear the merry laughter of the group about our regimental headquarter fire.  Rutherford greeted me with the utmost cordiality, and had my supper served, having had the servants to keep it hot.  But I could not forget my having to ride three miles at the head of the four companies, and how cold I had got in doing so.  Therefore, I was in a bad humor, and refusing to join the merry group around the fire, went to bed at once.  About twelve o’clock that night I heard the voices in the game of “Anthony over,” and was obliged to laugh.  Of course the merry cup had circulated.  We lived in a Sibley tent that had a cap to fit over the top.  And that night, as it was very cold, it had been determined to put the cap on the tent.  So the merry-makers formed themselves into two groups, and pitched the cap to the top, and