Part,  Chapter

 1    II,     VII|         Schiller's Wallenteins's Camp?"~ ~The man stared at me,
 2    II,      XI|       all utensils requisite for camp hospitals, and then, under
 3    II,     XII|      truth, on my arrival at the camp I felt like an apprentice
 4    II,     XII|         officers from the German camp, on horseback and in full
 5    II,     XII|          the heart of the French camp in broad daylight; there
 6    II,     XII|     drink, taken notes as to the camp, the position and order
 7    II,     XII|       his way back to the German camp.~ ~This incident I regarded
 8    II,    XIII|     reached with my patients the camp at Chalons, and found my
 9    II,    XIII|          and found my way to the camp hospital.~ ~What a cursed,
10    II,    XIII| discharge, presented him with my camp outfit, instruments, horses,
11    II,    XIII|       valley. It was the burning camp. The Emperor had given orders
12    II,     XIV|          have come away from the camp?" she asked, in a low tone.~ ~"
13    II,     XIV|         again on short sales."~ ~Camp life had taught me to swear,
14    II,     XIV|          accustomed to during my camp life, the rye bread and
15    II,     XVI|         are home from the French camp. Evidently you have not