An army breakfast!  Huge lumps of bread and salt junk, and coffee.  To this I knew it must come; but just then, after spending the night in the cars, the most I could do was to swallow some coffee, scorning however to join those who dispersed through the town for a civilized breakfast—­wherein I intended to be soldierly, though before long I learned that your old soldier is the very man who goes upon the plan of snatching comfort whenever he can.

But the regiment was at Chambersburg; so for Chambersburg we took the cars, a distance, I believe, of about fifty miles.

Chambersburg, however, we were not destined to reach.  Along the route we met all sorts of rumors:  71st cut up; six men in the 8th killed; fighting still going on a little in front, &c., &c.;—­a prospect of immediate work.  So in ignorance and doubt we came to Carlisle.  Here we were greeted by part of the 71st, and the truth proved to be that the 8th and 71st had retreated to this place the night before.  ’Not, not the six hundred,’ however, for the left wing of our regiment had somehow been left behind, and nothing was certainly known of it.  At all events, we were to go no farther, and out of the cars we came.  Old members exchanged greetings, and recruits made acquaintances.

But what were we going to do?  I could not learn.  We waited, having stacked arms, some sleeping beneath the trees in the College grounds, until the lieutenant-colonel appeared upon the scene.  Then we marched, back and forth; toward the cars—­’going back to Harrisburg;’ past the cars—­’no, not to Harrisburg’—­through the main street, and turned away from the town, still unconscious of officers’ intentions.  We privates never know anything of plans or objects.  We never know where we are going till we get there, nor what we are to do till we do it, and then we don’t know what we are going to do next.  I soon got used to this; and although conjectures and prophecies fly through the ranks, of all kinds, from shrewd to ridiculous, I very early learned it was sheer bother of one’s brains attempting to discover anything, and ceased to ask questions or form theories—­getting up when I heard ’Company I, fall in,’ without seeking to know whether it was for march, drill, picket duty, or what not.  Company officers seldom know more about the matter than their men, and I speedily came to content myself with trying to extract from past work and present position some general notion of the ‘strategy’ of our movements.  Nor is this ignorance wholly unblissful, as leaving always room for hope that the march is to be short or the coming work pleasant.  Well, in the present case, just out of the town we halted in the Fair grounds; an ample field, a high tight face around it, a large shed in the centre.  We all stacked arms—­most went to sleep.  I always took sleep when I could, because, in a regiment constantly on the move as ours was, if you don’t want it now, you will before long.