My quarters are in an apothecary's shop with its
shelves, labeled boxes and coimter all remaining. The

coimter serves for a bunk for N and myself,

while M occupies the coimting-room. In spite

of all the scrubbing I have bestowed upon it, the
place smells vilely of pills, randd lard, etc., and be-
sides is a good stand for fleas, which are about the
size of small crickets.
We are quite as much in the dark here with regard
to the probable movements of the army as you can be.
