Once in camp, I was not slow to avail myself of the privilege of supply.

I went into battle on foot, carrying only a knapsack containing a note-book and two pieces of bread.

When the fight was over, I was the possessor of a horse and all the equipments for a campaign.

I had an overcoat, a roll of fine blankets, and a pair of saddle-bags.

The latter were well filled from the trunk of some one I had not the pleasure of knowing, but who was evidently "just my size." Mr.Barnes, of the Missouri _Democrat_, was my companion on that occasion.