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Sergeant McBride saw the season like this: "I am thinking we are going
to have a dull Christmas, no girls, no whiskey, no honey and peaches, no
eggs, no nothing that is good." The rest of the winter was equally uneventful consisting of frequent
movements to find forage for the horses.