in time to march to a point near Muck Creek, south of Alexander's place, and establish bivouac there by 5 p. m. It will establish outposts to guard against attack from the north during the night.

2. The second (brown) brigade will form in time to march to a point near Steilacoom, the exact location to be designated later, and establish bivouac by 5 p. m. It will establish outposts to guard against attack from the south during the night.

"3. The march on Thursday of both brigades will be as in a friendly territory, but advance guards and flanking de

been occupying Olympia making preparations for an offensive move on the brown base at Tacoma.

"1. There will be no scouting during the night of August 16th and 17th, and in advancing on the morning of the 17th, both forces will act as if in the near presence of the enemy in time of war. Small detachments will not be sent far from the main body, except for observation purposes, in which case they should not open fire, but endeavor to return with the desired information without firing.

"2. The distance between the various parts of the command will be observed as

alry and artillery were engaged. The contest was declared a draw by the Chief Umpire, recall was sounded, and the two armies returned to camp before five o'clock on the evening of the 17th. This mock campaign was not without its amusing acidents. An outpost of browns halted a commissary wagon driven by an ur happy detail of blues, who, having been pat through the usual form of halting and questioning, disclosed the fact that the wagon contained various and sundry pies, cakes and other toothsome delicacies destined for some Colonel, but dear to the heart and stomach of "Billy Khaki" -the American soldier boy. Obviously, these things were legitimate spoils of war, so the browns arrested the protesting blues, consumed the dainty morsels, and made their prisoners "hike" all the following day.

Saturday was devoted to the instruction of officers and the campaign just closed was discussed.

On Sunday came the spectacular climax of the entire week's programme, in the form of a review of the troops by General Funston. A large, open field adjoining the Country Club grounds was chosen for this occasion, and the General and his staff took their position upon a slight prominence commanding a view of the broad sweep of gently sloping prairie. At an early hour, trumpets sounded assembly, and through the two camps ran the bustle of preparation. Companies were falling in, bands playing, regiments forming, and the inspiring rumble of artillery, mingled with the tramping of measured foot-beats and the neighing of cavalry horses. The review was for the people. This was their picnic and holiday. The actual manœuvres had been impossible for an outsider to follow, scattered as the armies were over miles of territory; their movements and their whereabouts were known only to themselves. But this was a different matter. At a most auspicious time and place the whole glittering array would pass, a splendid column, and the public could and would be there to see what these men of Uncle Sam could do. From the neighboring cities, towns and country they flocked, a motley crowd, carrying kodaks, lunch boxes and babies, and long before noon there was a solid, multi-colored wall

of humanity extending along the guard lines and pressing eagerly down to the limiting posts of the manœuvre field. The General and his staff took their places; battery after battery, troop after troop, regiment after regiment marched upon the field and took appropriate formation so far across the open country that the scintillating lines seemed more like a long, compact whole, than a mass of individuals. There was an interval of waiting. The sun beat down hot from a clear sky, and as an occasional aide galloped past, heavy clouds of dust hung in the still air.

The crowd was shifting, stirring, a huge composite, spoiled child, tired of waiting for the show. At last there was a movement among the seried ranks; a column was advancing; the notes of a band came clearer and louder; the line grew more distinct, until one could distinguish the perfect time of the thousand feet, the swinging rise and fall of the thousand haversacks as if some huge shuttle were in motion, and the glint of sunshine on the thousand guns. On they came, past the reviewing officer, the band falling out to take position facing the General and his staff. Then "double time, march," rang the command, and from the cadence of quick time each passing company of infantry fell into that peculiar trot without a falter or a break. The crowd forgot that it was tired; forgot the dust and the heat, and stared open eyed at the perfect ranks, passing with the fine precision of a mighty, complex machine. Another regiment followed, another and yet another, the State troops and the regulars scarcely distinguishable in point of excellence. Then the field artillery passed in column of batteries, the long, even lines wheel to wheel, muzzle to muzzle; the steady men behind the guns" looking grimly fit for their posts. The command was given, and they were off on the trot. The cavalry advanced on the walk, the mounted bands playing martial music; then once more the command, and lo! with never a waver nor break nor a hoof-thud out of time, the squadrons trotted past! There was a surging wave of enthusiasm, and cheers welled up involuntarily from the spectators, the primitive, inarticulate shout of pride-just pride that made one feel

On the shores of American Lake.

it was good to be an American under the shadow of the fair, free-floating flag. And the soldier-God bless him-he was a worthy guardian of "that star-spangled banner" and the "land of the free and the home of the brave." The vast, unbroken column had passed. There was a restless shifting, a movement of indecision and uncertainty as the people hesitated whether to go or stay in the doubt if all were over. Then off in the distance, against the dark border of pines fringing the field, the dust rose into a thick, rolling, dun-colored canopy, baffling the sight of straining eyes and quickening curiosity, as eager, listening ears caught the

away and the scattering crowd looked upon the empty field where that magnificent pageant had passed but a moment before, strange, impressive thoughts of the grandeur and strength of our army awed even the most frivolous observer. If this were merely play, what, then, was the reality?

The one thing demonstrated was that the crude militia of yesterday, with even the little training it had received, was a creditable force fit to be called upon for the gravest responsibilities of war should its services be needed by our country. It is to be hoped and desired that the United States will maintain permanently these

jangle and rattle of steel, the regular hammering of hoofs, and in another moment the artillery, then the cavalry, trotted by. Once more the column circled the field, approaching on the gallop. One thought of "Die Valkyrie" on the wings of the wind, and all the sanguinely splendid action of an army plunging headlong into the fray. On, on, on they On, on, on they charged, a mighty defender, an awful foe. The ground shook with the hurrying column, the air rang with a wild shout, then an echo and a blurr of dust, and it was gone. And as the heavy cloud rolled

seven camps of instruction, ог others similar in size and number, abolishing the numerous petty posts which served their purpose nobly in the days of Indian warfare, but as the conditions which made them necessary are forever past and there is larger work to do, so should there be provided proper places for extended operations by regiments, brigades and divis

It is to be furthermore urged that in the future a larger appropriation be allowed by Congress in order that the State troops, who are avowedly most in need of such training, may have a longer