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It was April, and the men passed before Lieutenant Goodale.

The grass was green on the parade ground, pressed flat by the tramping feet of the blue column that passed back and forth, forth and back. The column marched by the old barracks, toward the whitewashed guardhouse and the post magazine. At the guardhouse, with its sloping roof, covered stoop, three steps, iron-barred windows, the column wheeled right. Marched on past the cavalry barracks, the privy and woodpile, up past the flagpole to the infantry barracks. Wheeled right. Right again. Marched past the officers’ quarters. Wheeled right past the old barracks toward the whitewashed guardhouse, the post magazine. Past the cavalry barracks, the privy and woodpile. Wheeled right …