cordeon was sweeping the air in long curves as he sent music in every 
     
     direction. Men were playing quoits, or reading books and writing 
     
     letters under the cool shade of the maple trees. The post office at 
     
     the entrance of the encampment, the sentinel, the quarters of the 
     
     staff below, the clean hospital, and, at the foot, the View of the 
     
     broad St. Lawrence with its receding background of bold mountains, 
     
     all made the scene a stirring and well—remembered one. 
     
    

    
     The energetic Colonel-Commander and his efficient aides had 
     
     plenty of work before them in conducting the evolutions, and the 
     
     men——many of whom were doubtless in camp for the first time—did 
     
     Very well indeed. And now the band formed, some regiments 
     
     closed up their ranks, formed columns and marched off up the slope 
     
     for skirmishing and outpost drill; while lower down other troops 
     
     going through manual drill sent gleams of light from their gun barrels 
     
     into the dark fir trees as the sun's rays were deflected with brilliant 
     
     effect. That persistent waving of flags on yonder distant knoll 
     
     has its explanation in the corresponding signals that are being trans- 
     
     mitted across the width of the broad amphitheatre from the edge of 
     
     a clump of maples just behind us. 
     
    
   
   
    
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