"You know we boys feel something more than a friendship for
one another. I suppose it is like the comradeship of
soldiers who have stood shoulder to shoulder in battle.
There is a tie uniting us that is closer and firmer than
friendship; we feel more like brothers.
"We will write often. Hoping Manuel will arrive home safe,
and that he may never again be a captive,
"I remain your friend,
"HENRY BURTON."
Our letters were despatched by Manuel and Sapoya to Lieutenant
Hubbell's camp, where Captain Bayard directed the boys to await the
detachment of New Mexican cavalry which had accompanied us from the
Rio Grande and which was shortly to return there.
We resumed our march the following day at a very early hour, and as we
passed the cavalry camp two half-dressed boys came bounding out to the
road-side to once more repeat their affectionate good-byes and renew
their promises to meet in the future.
The march continued for a week longer, through a region over which the
Pullman car now rushes with the modern tourist, but through which we
moved at the gait of infantry.
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