.iou3 armies.Reverting again to the subject of unusomeats, one of the most onjoyablo is that of racing. Sometimes it is a, a man, sometimes a mule, and occasion* ally a genuine encounter between crack horses. A few days ago, for instance, Major Wheat, of the Tiger Battalion, put his horse against that.of Capt. Jack Alexander, with a wager between them of fifteen hundred dollars. Thousands attended tho race which took place on one of tho smooth Roads in tho vioini* ty, and the Major had the BatiBfaotion of losing his monoy. Frequently the purse is a sum less than a dollar, when the winner is invariably presented with a check on the Quartermaster for tho amount, but you may bo assured there, are ocher drafts at the same time, made on certain junk glass institutions with a cork door knob, that are honored at sight. ’i'- •Not long ago wo. had a greased pig race, the porker to bo the prize of any man who caught him by nis slippcy cauda, but unfortunately tho appendage came off, and the game was “blocked.Then thcro are sock races, blindfold attempts to stick a hot poker in a cor-tain target, with any quantity of im-menso practical jokes.You see, therefore, that our men will, not all die from inanition. Eupf lito, and jollity are written in oyery camp, and no one could pass by at certain boms, when tho mercury of hpppir ness is at fever, heat,' without feeling satisfied of the Bupreme content of thoArmv.