He Was A
Tall, Thin, Gaunt Man Of Fifty, A Pure-Blooded Magyar A I Was Told,
Who Had Come From His Own Country With Kossuth To America.
His camp
circumstances were not very luxurious, nor was his table very richly
spread; but he received us with the ease and courtesy of a
gentleman.
He showed us his sword, his rifle, his pistols, his
chargers, and daguerreotype of a friend he had loved in his own
country. They were all the treasures that he carried with him - over
and above a chess-board and a set of chessmen, which sorely tempted
me to accompany him in his march.
In my next chapter, which will, I trust, be very short, I purport to
say a few words as to what I saw of the American army, and therefore
I will not now describe the regiments which we visited. The tents
were all encompassed by snow, and the ground on which they stood was
a bed of mud; but yet the soldiers out here were not so wretchedly
forlorn, or apparently so miserably uncomfortable, as those at
Benton Barracks. I did not encounter that horrid sickly stench, nor
were the men so pale and woe-begone. On the following day we
returned to St. Louis, bringing back with us our friend the German
aid-de-camp. I stayed two days longer in that city, and then I
thought that I had seen enough of Missouri; enough of Missouri at
any rate under the present circumstances of frost and secession.
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