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Corporal Cameron did not soon return to his native town An epide and pursued its tantalizing course through his special barracks with strenuous vigor Quarantine was put on for three weeks, and was but lifted for a few hours when a new batch of cases came down Seven weeks more of isolation follohen thelonely walks, or gallops across camp Even the mild excitements of the YMCA huts were not for them in these days They were much shut up to themselves, and latent tendencies broke loose and ran riot Shooting crap beca as they had a dollar left or could get credit on the next a whenever they were in the barracks, you could hear the rattle of the dice, and the fa Nick," and "Little Joe" When they were not on drill the athered in crouching groups about the dice, the air thick and blue with cigarette s better to do than to sprawl on their cots and talk; and from their talk Cameron often turned away nauseated The low ideals, the open boasting of shame, the matter-of-course conviction that all men and most wo rage, and he would close his book or thron the paper hich he was trying to while the hour, and fling forth into the cold air for a solitary ride or walk

He was sitting thus a cold cheerless Dece to study a little and prepare hi

The door of the barracks opened letting in a rush of cold air, and closed again quickly A talloff his woolen gloves and looking about him Nobody paid any attention to him Cameron was deep in his book and did not even notice hi The phraseology beat upon his accustomed ears like the buzz of bees or mosquitos

"I'll shoot a buck!"

"You're faded!"

"Come on now there, dice! Remember the baby's shoes!"