vanishing army, and he was compelled to wait for months at and about Perote, until the new men could arrive and take the places of those who were going home.
"I guess I won't enlist," thought Ned, as that idea came again and again into his mind. "Neither mother nor father would wish me to do so. But I'm getting to be an old soldier, after all, and I won't leave the Seventh till it gets into the city of Mexico."
Whether it ever was to accomplish that feat was only to be determined by hard fighting, and there came a day, the 7th of August, 1847, when the division of General Worth, then encamped at Puebla, received orders to go forward. The entire army was to move, and General Scott had about as many soldiers with him as when he had landed at Vera Cruz in the spring.
"Hurrah for the city!" shouted Ned, when the news reached him. "I want to make a morning call at the Paez house."