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46 it was. We were now worn to mere skelitons. Fatigue parties were detailed every day to build fortifications until no human power could hope to attack us with the least hope of success. Sickness was prevalent to an alarming extent. And the dead march was heard sounding in almost every camp and at almost all hours of the day. And its solemn music told us of those who had answered to the last earthly roll call. And next the parting salute told that their remains were laid in their last resting place. "These were the times that tried mens souls." And many very many cursed the land that gave them burth. But now the news