Let it be borne in mind that all these articles were thrown into a heap
on the floor, and that every strap, buckle, ring and other separate
piece not riveted or sewed together was handed out by itself, the
sergeant rattling on like a parrot all the time, and perhaps a faint
idea of the situation may be obtained. But the real significance of the
event can only be understood by the troopers who “were there.”
As I emerged from the quartermaster's office I was a sight to behold.
Before I had fairly left the building my bundles broke loose and my
military effects were scattered all around. By using the loose straps
and surcingle I managed to pack my outfit in one bundle. But it was a
large one, just about all I could lift.
When I got into the barracks I was very much discouraged. What to do
with the things was a puzzle to me. I distributed them in the bunk, and
began to speculate on how I could ever put all those little straps and
buckles together. The more I studied over it the more complicated it
seemed. I would begin with the headstall of the bridle. Having been
raised on a farm I had knowledge of double and single harness to some
extent, but the bridles and halters that I had seen were not of the
cavalry pattern. After I had buckled the straps together I would have
several pieces left with no buckles to correspond. It was like the
fifteen-puzzle.
As I was manipulating the straps Taylor arrived with his outfit. He
threw the bundle down in the lower bunk, and exclaimed:
“I wish I'd staid to home.”
“So do I, Giles.”
“Where's Theodore?”
“I haven't seen him since I left him at the quartermaster's.”
“He got his things before I did and started for the barracks.”
Taylor left his bundle and went in search of Hom who was found near the
cook-house. His pack had broken loose, and he was too much disgusted to
go any further. Taylor assisted him, and they reached the bunk about the
time Waterman arrived. We held a council of war, and decided to defer
action on the horse furniture till the next day.
“We'll tog ourselves out in these soldier-clothes and let the harness
alone till we're ordered to tackle it,” said Taylor, and we all
assented.
“Attention!”
The orderly sergeant again appeared.
“The recruits who have just drawn their uniforms will fall in outside
for inspection with their uniforms on in ten minutes!”
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