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in such a scene that if a person standing alone, in, some dismal place on picket, while the rain, or perhaps snow, is falling about him, and the dark and not over "witching" hours of night drag slowly along as he waits impatiently for the next "relief," all this has not the excitement of the battle-field to carry one through. But these things are, or have not, tried the soldiers as much as the march of about 400 miles through Ky. last fall, with the dust enveloping them like a shroud, and drinking from pools green with scum with not disturbed by the hogs or mules, and sleeping in the open air through all kinds of weather.