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In
the
tableau
you
distinguish
soldiers
in
uniform
--
the
light
blue
of
the
United
States
infantry
,
the
darker
cloth
of
the
dragoons
,
and
the
almost
invisible
green
of
the
mounted
riflemen
.
You
will
see
but
few
in
full
uniform
--
only
the
officer
of
the
day
,
the
captain
of
the
guard
,
and
the
guard
itself
.
Their
comrades
off
duty
lounge
about
the
barracks
,
or
within
the
stockade
enclosure
,
in
red
flannel
shirts
,
slouch
hats
,
and
boots
innocent
of
blacking
.
They
mingle
with
men
whose
costumes
make
no
pretence
to
a
military
character
:
tall
hunters
in
tunics
of
dressed
deerskin
,
with
leggings
to
correspond
--
herdsmen
and
mustangers
,
habited
à
la
Mexicaine
--
Mexicans
themselves
,
in
wide
calzoneros
,
serapés
on
their
shoulders
,
botas
on
their
legs
,
huge
spurs
upon
their
heels
,
and
glazed
sombreros
set
jauntily
on
their
crowns
.
They
palaver
with
Indians
on
a
friendly
visit
to
the
Fort
,
for
trade
or
treaty
;
whose
tents
stand
at
some
distance
,
and
from
whose
shoulders
hang
blankets
of
red
,
and
green
,
and
blue
--
giving
them
a
picturesque
,
even
classical
,
appearance
,
in
spite
of
the
hideous
paint
with
which
they
have
bedaubed
their
skins
,
and
the
dirt
that
renders
sticky
their
long
black
hair
,
lengthened
by
tresses
taken
from
the
tails
of
their
horses
.
Picture
to
the
eye
of
your
imagination
this
jumble
of
mixed
nationalities
--
in
their
varied
costumes
of
race
,
condition
,
and
calling
;
jot
in
here
and
there
a
black-skinned
scion
of
Ethiopia
,
the
body
servant
of
some
officer
,
or
the
emissary
of
a
planter
from
the
adjacent
settlements
;
imagine
them
standing
in
gossiping
groups
,
or
stalking
over
the
level
plain
,
amidst
some
half-dozen
halted
waggons
;
a
couple
of
six-pounders
upon
their
carriages
,
with
caissons
close
by
;
a
square
tent
or
two
,
with
its
surmounting
fly
--
occupied
by
some
eccentric
officer
who
prefers
sleeping
under
canvas
;
a
stack
of
bayoneted
rifles
belonging
to
the
soldiers
on
guard
,
--
imagine
all
these
component
parts
,
and
you
will
have
before
your
mind
's
eye
a
truthful
picture
of
a
military
fort
upon
the
frontier
of
Texas
,
and
the
extreme
selvedge
of
civilisation
.
*
*
*
About
a
week
after
the
arrival
of
the
Louisiana
planter
at
his
new
home
,
three
officers
were
seen
standing
upon
the
parade
ground
in
front
of
Fort
Inge
,
with
their
eyes
turned
towards
the
hacienda
of
Casa
del
Corvo
.
They
were
all
young
men
:
the
oldest
not
over
thirty
years
of
age
.
His
shoulder-straps
with
the
double
bar
proclaimed
him
a
captain
;
the
second
,
with
a
single
cross
bar
,
was
a
first
lieutenant
;
while
the
youngest
of
the
two
,
with
an
empty
chevron
,
was
either
a
second
lieutenant
or
"
brevet
.
"
