He was quite sure that
St. Clair, Dalton and Happy Tom were his friends for life, as he was
theirs, and the two colonels seemed to have the same quality of youth.
Simple men, of high faith and honor, they were often childlike in the
ways of the world, their horizons sometimes not so wide as those of the
lads who now sat with them.
"As I told Harry," said Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire to Julien, "you
shall have that talent of yours cultivated further after the war.
Two years more of study and you will be among the greatest. You must
know, lads, that for us who are of French descent, Paris is the world's
capital in the arts."
"And for many of English blood, too," said Colonel Talbot.
Then they talked of more immediate things, of the war, the armies and
the prospect of the campaigns. Harry, after an hour or so, returned to
headquarters and he found soldiers making a bed for the commander-in-
chief under the largest of the pines. Lee in his campaigns always
preferred to sleep in the open air, when he could, and it required severe
weather to drive him to a tent. Meanwhile he sat by a small fire--
the October nights were growing cold--and talked with Peyton and other
members of his staff.
Harry and Dalton decided to imitate his example and sleep between the
blankets under the pines.
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