Oh, Burnside then he tried his luck, Hurrah! Hurrah! Oh, Burnside then he tried his luck, But in the mud so fast got stuck. Then Hooker was taken to fill the bill, Hurrah! Hurrah! Then Hooker was taken to fill the bill, But he got a black eye at Chancellorsville. Next came General Meade, a slow old plug, Hurrah! Hurrah! Next came General Meade, a slow old plug, For he let them away at Gettysburg. [1] An allusion to a statement in the address made by Pope, on taking command of the Army of Virginia, “I have come to you from the West where we have always seen the _backs_ of our enemies.” I think that there were other verses, and some of the above may have got distorted with the lapse of time. But they are essentially correct. Here is the revised prayer of the soldier while on the celebrated “Mud March” of Burnside:— “Now I lay me down to sleep In mud that’s many fathoms deep; If I’m not here when you awake, Just hunt me up with an oyster rake.” It was rather interesting to walk through a company street of an evening, and listen to a few words of the conversation in progress in the tents—all lighted up, unless some one was saving or had consumed his allowance of candle. It would read much like a chapter from the telephone—noted down by a listener from one end of the line only. Then to peer into the tents, as one went along, just time enough to see what was going on, and excite the curiosity of the inmates as to the identity of the intruder, was a feature of such a walk. While the description I have been giving applies in some particulars to life in Sibley tents, yet, so far as much of it is concerned, it describes equally well the life of the private soldier in any tent. But _the_ tent of the army was the shelter or dog tent, and the life of the private soldier in log huts under these tents requires treatment by itself in many respects. I shall therefore leave it for consideration in another chapter. [Illustration] CHAPTER V. LIFE IN LOG HUTS. Then he built him a hut, And in it he put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. OLD SONG. [Illustration] The camp of a regiment or battery was supposed to be laid out in regular order as definitely prescribed by Army Regulations. These, I may state in a general way, provided that each company of a regiment should pitch its tents in two files, facing on a street which was at right angles with the color-line of the regiment. This color-line was the assigned place for regimental formation. Then, without going into details, I will add that the company officers’ tents were pitched in rear of their respective companies, and the field officers, in rear of these. Cavalry had something of the same plan, but with one row of tents to a company, while the artillery had three files of tents, one to each section.