1st Sol. Come, come,—there's the drum, boys. You don't bamboozle me again! I've heard all that before.

3d Sol. Nor me.—I don't intend to have my wife and children tomahawked,—don't think I can stand that, refugee or not.

2nd Sol. Here they come.

(Other Soldiers enter.)

5th Sol. All's ready, all's ready.

6th Sol. (singing.)
"Come blow the shrill bugle, the war dogs are howling,"—

[Exeunt.

DIALOGUE II.

SCENE. Before the door of the Parsonage. Trunks, boxes, and various articles of furniture, scattered about the yard. Two men coming down the path.