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"We won't go home till morning," sang the two counterfeit revellers, / as they approached the fire of the bivouackers.
The four carousel's sprang to their feet when the first strain reached / their ears. They were not as intoxicated as they might have been, for / they were able to stand with considerable firmness on their feet, after / the frequency with which the bottle had been passed among them. They did / not do what soldiers would naturally have done at such an interruption, / grasp their muskets, and it was probable they had no muskets to grasp.