Red, White, Blue Socks. Part Second / Being the Second Book of the Series

BULL RUN.
BEING
BY
THE AUTHOR OF THE LITTLE WHITE ANGEL. NEW YORK: LEAVITT & ALLEN, 21 & 23 MERCER ST. 1863.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by S. L. BARROW, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. JOHN F. TROW, Printer, Stereotyper, and Electrotyper, 50 Greene Street, New York.

Tuesday morning dawned as clear as a bell, as an old lady once said, and the Dashahed Zouaves, if not exactly up with the sun, were awake and stirring at a much earlier hour than usual; and after a rather more careful washing and brushing than soldiers usually indulge in, assembled on the lawn, looking as bright as their own buttons.
What fun it is to be soldiers! cried a little lisping fellow, one of the privates. I only wish thome Southerners would come along now, and you'd thee how I'd thmash 'em.
Bravo, Louie! said Harry, laughing; I dare say, if we were to go to the wars, you'd keep on fighting the battles of your country till you were chopped into inch bits!
And pickled! I expect to be made Lieutenant-general, Commander-in-chief, Colonel, Major, Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant Hamilton at the very least!
Pooh! that's nothing to the feats of bravery I intend to perform! cried Peter. In my first battle I shall capture a 2,000-pound columbiad with one hand tied behind me, and carry it home for a paper weight!
While I'm charging a regiment of mounted infantry single handed, and making them throw away their swords, and pistols, and things, and run for that 'last ditch' of theirs double quick! said Will Costar, laughing; but here comes breakfast, I'm happy to say. It strikes me camping out makes a fellow awful hungry, as well as no end of brave.