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was just a company of soldiers pass-
ing through the village in which he
lived—a lot of men with red coats,
and different hats from other men,
and with swords by their sides, and
guns, and bayonets.

Very fine fellows Johnny thought
they looked ; and so, I believe,
thought his little sister May also.

They had music with them, too ;
and very nice music it was. And
then they marched so well, all step-
ping out at the same time, holding
their heads up, and their shoulders
back, quite in a different way from
the labourers, and carpenters, and
tradesmen whom these children
knew.