LIBRARY OF THE COMMANDERY OF THE STATE OF MASSACHUSETTS MILITARY ORDER OFTHE LOYAL LEGION OF THE UNITED STATES CADET ARMORY, BOSTON '^■"■- ■//.'//' . I /,;. THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA LIBRARY y^;^^'^ THE WILMER COLLECTION OF CIVIL WAR NOVELS PRESENTED BY RICHARD H. WILMER, JR. Digitized by tine Internet Arcliive in 2010 witli funding from University of Nortli Carolina at Chapel Hill http://www.arGhive.org/details/fromheadquarters01frye FROM HEADQUARTERS ODD TALES PICKED UP IN THE VOLUNTEER SERVICE JAMES ALBERT FRYE BOSTON ESTES AND LAURIAT 1893 Copyright, 1S92 BT JAMES ALBERT FUYE TO THE FIRST INFANTRY M.V.M, PREFACE. oJ*Jc IN the odd though truthful tales here brought together — of which, by the way, some already have been in print — there is not the slightest attempt at pen portraiture, nor is there any pretence to the accuracy of the military historian ; in other words, this is a collection of chance yarns, and not a portrait gallery — and no one is asked to believe that either the Nineteenth Army Corps or the " Old Regiment " ever were found in any situations like those in which they here find themselves placed. This book, perhaps, may fall into the hands of one of those — and they are far too many — whose habit it is to scoff at the volunteer service, and to look askance at all vi PREFACE. who enter it. I sincerely trust that it may, for I wish to say — and in all earnestness — that the militia of today is not the militia of thirty, twenty, or even ten years ago ; that nowadays the incompetent and the vicious are allowed to remain in civil life, and are not given places in the ranks of the volun- teers ; and that those who take the solemn oath of enlistment do so with the full un- derstanding that they will be required to devote their time, their money, and their best energies to the service, and that they have assumed an obligation to fit them- selves carefully and intelligently for the duties of a soldier. The volunteer service of the present time means, to those who find themselves enrolled in it, something more than a mere pastime ; and if those who hold it in small esteem could but know of the faithful, conscien- tious, and untiring work that, from year's end to year's end, is being done in armory and camp, they would leave unsaid, it seems PREFACE. VU to me, the half-contemptuous words that too often come to the ears of the hard-work- ing, long-suffering, and unrewarded citizen- soldier. It has been said that the best is none too good for the service of the Commonwealth. If this be true, — and who can question it ? — the stigma of whatever blemishes have been found in the militia must be borne by those men of ability and position who, while ever ready to point out weaknesses and faults, negligently have left to hands less competent, or, it may be, less worthy, the work which they themselves were in honor bound to do. J. A. F. CONTENTS. •otoic The Pluck of Captain Pender, C.S.N. . 1 One Record on the Regimental Rolls . 37 Our Horse "Acme" . . . .65 From beyond the Pyramids . . .91 The Hytun that helped . . . .121 The Seventh Major . . . .153 Concerning the Value of Sleep . .185 THE PLUCK CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. THE PLUCK CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. WELL up town, something above quar- ter of a mile beyond the massive, battlemented armory in which we of the Third Infantry have our headquarters, a side street, branching off from one of the main thoroughfares, ambitiously stretches away until it finds its farther progress barred by a high, stone-capped, brick wall. There it stops. Beyond lie the quadruple tracks of a railway, over which, all day long — and, for that matter, all night, too — thunder the coming and going trains, with such an outpouring of smoke and downpouring of cinders that it is small wonder that a quiet street, such as this one pretends to be, should have lost all desire to continue its course in that direction. 2 THE PLUCK OF A few paces from the end of the cul-de-sac formed by the halting street and the obstruct- ing wall, and facing a lamp-post which awk- wardly rears itself up from the curbstone to present for inspection a glass 2)anel lettered " Battery Court," there is — in one of the long row of houses — an opening which looks like the entrance to a tunnel. In point of fact, it is the entrance to a tunnel, for, in order to reach the court which lies hidden beyond, one has to grope throutrh fifty feet of brick-bound darkness. And even when that venture has been made, the change from shade to light is not a startling one, for the court is small and en- tirely surrounded by lofty buildings, so that one standing in it and looking up at the patch of blue sky overhead feels much as if he had landed at the bottom of a well, and instinc- tively glances about in search of a rope by which to climb up and out again. It is an odd corner — and oddly utilized. All around it stretch streets of dwellings, but in this silent and dim court the few structures are plainly and solidly built, and heavily shuttered with iron, for they all are devoted to storage. It was the lack of R8C NcU CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 3 breathing space, I dare say, and the close proximity of the railway that made this nook undesirable for any other purpose ; and in all probability " Battery Court " would be unknown to-day if we had not happened to stumble upon it in our search for a place where we could pitch our tent, without being forced to pitch after it a king's ran- som in the shape of rent. Facing the dark passageway which offers the only avenue for escape to the street be- yond, and entirely filling one end of the court, there looms up a five-storied ware- house. For four stories it bears a perfect family resemblance to its companions on either hand, and up to that height its dull, red bricks and rusty, red iron entitle it to no distinction whatever. But the fifth story is altogether another story, and though from an architect's point of view it might seem wofully incongruous, yet to our eyes it is supremely satisfying — for we did it. Yes, the fifth story of that old warehouse asserts itself like a diamond pin in a soiled and rumpled scarf, for the mansard roof with its galvanized-iron trimmings, which once 4 THE PLUCK OF made it appear no more respectable than it ought to be, has given place to a long, well- glazed, dormer window, finished on the out- side with heavy timbering and rough plaster work, and fitted with swinging sashes through whose many panes the southern sun may shine without let or hinderance, save when, in summer months, a wide, striped awning ^'"^I'i'ies the hottest rays. In every sense of the word it is a great window, and — as I and many another ofllcer of the Third can testify — the comfortal)le, cushioned seat which runs its entire length has many at- tractions for a lazy, tobacco-loving man. Above the window, and crowning glory of all, a straight and slender spar points sky- ward, from which, on sunny days, floats a great, white flag, bearing in mid-field the blue Maltese cross, on which the figure '' 3 " is disj^layed: for the present Third is the suc- cessor of a " fighting regiment," and we proudly preserve the old corps' device and the traditions that go with it. So much for the outside of our nightly gathering-place. Within-doors the effect is even more sur- prising, for the four long and dusty flights of CAPTAIX PENDER, C.S.N. 5 dimly-lighted stairs give no hint of the cheery quarters up to which they lead the way. Once they had their termination in a loft — a bare, rougli, unfinished loft ; but we have changed all that, and now it would be hard to find at any club in town a cosier spot. Thirty feet from side to side the great room stretches, and twice that from front to rear ; ample room, yet none too much for our needs, for our friends are many, and the times are not infrequent when we find even these quarters crowded. At the southern end, almost from wall to wall, extends the long window, with its softly cushioned seat — a vantage point that never lacks for tenants. Midway of one side wall the great fireplace yawns, waiting for the sharp, cold nights when the load of logs iq)on its iron fire-dogs shall be called upon to send the smoke wreathing and curling up the chim- ney's broad and blackened throat. Above the wide mantel-shelf are crossed two faded colors, hanging motionless from their staves, save when some stray current of air idly stirs their tarnished, golden fringes : " Old Glory," with its stripes and star-sown field, is one ; the other, the white banner of THE PLUCK OF the Commonwealth, beneath Avhose crest tlie ever-watchful Indian stands guard. In a long, glittering row, below the mantel, hang the polished pewter mugs, swinging expect- antly, each upon its hook, and seeming to say — as they flash back the sunbeams, or re- flect the light of tlie lire below — '' Come, fill us, em})ty us : and have done with the worries of the day I "' Furniture? Yes, there's a plenty. Front- ing the hospitable fireplace a long, oaken table stands sturdily upon its solid legs, as indeed it must — for often and often, when the fire is crackling, it lias to bear a load of lazy sol- diers, wlio delight to roost along its edge and match the logs in smoking: chairs enough there are to be sure, but somehow there comes a greater sense of comfort and ease to one who perches on a table's edge. Beneath a trophy of Arab swords and spears stands the bookcase, on whose shelves the literature ranges from Tibdall, Upton, and the long and ever-lengthening series of solemn black " Reports," to the crazy yarns of Lever, and the books whose backs bear the names of Captain King and Kipling. In one corner the upright piano, in its ebony case, has its CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 7 station — ■ and here our lieutenant-colonel holds command undisputed, for his touch upon the ivory keys can make the rafters ring with the airs that we all know and like the best ; not far away, a pillowed lounge stands waiting for an occupant ; and all about are scattered small tables, ready for the whist players. A few rugs and half a dozen deer-skins litter the floor ; while here and there, along the walls, are fixed the heads and horns of elk and mountain sheep — • for there are two among us who spend their leaves each year far in the West, amid the big game. Everywhere there are pictures : en- gravings, etchings, colored prints, and, last and most of all, photographs by the dozen, and almost by the hundred — for we of the Third always have borne a reputation for unflinch- ingly facing the camera. This is " The Battery." Yes, this is The Battery, and here you may drop in on any niglit with the certainty of finding a pipe and a mug, and good fellows in plenty with whom to pass the time of day and pick to bits the latest thing in the way of general orders. What gave it the name / I cannot tell. 8 THE PLUCK OF I only know tliat we always have spoken of it thus, perhaps because of the shining brass howitzers that stand on end, one on either side of the chimney-piece. At odd times, to be sure, we have talked of giving the old sky- parlor some more high-sounding title, l)utthe years have gone by without ever our getting to it, and tlie name which first was thrown at the place has stuck to it. And now, since Pollard, our junior major, has used his influ- ence in municipal politics to have the name of the court changed to correspond, the chances are that "• The Battery" it will be, so long as the Third stands /?/'.s^ in the service — which, we fondly hope, will be always. One night in December we had been having a battalion drill at the armory, and — an occurrence by no means uncommon — a goodly array of officers from other regiments had come over to see our work, and openly congratulate us upon the beauty of it, while secretly hugging to their hearts the convic- tion that thei/ could do the same things twice as well. When the armory part of the pro- gramme had been put out of the way, we all adjourned to The Battery, and there — after Sam had relieved the visitors of their heavy, CAPTAIN PENTJEE, C.S.N. 9 military coats, which he folded and stacked upon a chair, like so many cheap ulsters in a ready-made clothing store — our guests went 'round the room on the usual tour of inspec- tion, while those of us who had not detailed ourselves to act as guides helped Sam to load the long table with pewters. Presently all the mugs had been filled with beer, and at a glance from the colonel we gathered about him. " Gentlemen of the Third," he said, raising his froth-capped mug, " our guests ! " — and upon this hint we drank heartily, and verj' willingly indeed, to the visit- ing officers whom we had with us. Then Major Wilson, the senior of our guests, proposed our healths, and with the conclusion of this simple ceremony we laid aside all formality, and scattered ourselves over the room, while Sam passed around the tray of pipes and the great Japanese jar of cut-plug. Each equipped with corn-cob and mug — for our tastes are not luxurious, and beer and tobacco amply satisfy them — we split up into groups, and as the smoke-cloud became more dense the talk grew louder, until the clatter of mugs, the humming monotone of many voices, and the frequent bursts of 10 THK PLUCK OF lauerhter combined to drown the sound of the hissing and crackling logs in the fire- place. "Is that one of your trophies, Major?" asked Kenryck, of tlie brigade staff, speaking to Sawin, our surgeon, and nodding uj) at a huge pair of moose horns upon the wail above the mantel. "No, that's a contribution from tlie colonel," replied Sawin, alias " Bones," set- ting down his mug and wiping liis mustache as he spoke. " Langforth and I plead guilty to the slaughter of most of these horns and hides, for we're the ' mighty hunters ' of this aggregation, but that pair of antlers fell to someone else's rifle. Splendid pair, eh? There's a sort of story goes with 'em, too. Ask the colonel." " Yes, there is a story connected with that pair," said Colonel Elliott, who, from his side of the table, overheard tlie doctor's sug-cres- tion. He rose, transferred his chair and mug to a position next Kenryck, and continued : " In fact, when we began to fit up this place, we made it a rule not to admit amoncv the decorations anything which didn't have a history of some sort. So, you see. The Bat- CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 11 teiy is rather an interesting establishment, and if any of us had time or taste for that sort of thing we could get up a good-sized book without having to go outside these walls to hunt for material." " It's a mighty interesting outfit — the whole of it," said Kenryck, glancing up and down the long room, and noting the collection of odds and ends upon the walls and in every nook and corner. " We're pretty well fixed, up at our headquarters, but we've nothing so homelike as this. The general often says that he enjoys nothing more than an inspec- tion of the Third, with a 'wind-up' after- wards up here. Possibly you've noticed that, on occasions of that sort, his whole staff is apt to come with him." " Yes," said the colonel dryly, remember- ing the extra cases of beer which have to be laid in against such emergencies as aa official visit from the brigade staff ; " yes, I've noticed it. It's very flattering to us, I'm sure." Kenryck must have been aware of some- thing in the colonel's tone, for he promptly drew upon his reserve supply of tact and said, " Do you mind telling me the story of those 12 rnE PLUCK of horns? Its worth hearing. I know, for Sawin ])nt nie up to asking for it." " It's an ohl storv to ' Bones," "" said the colonel, adding, as Sam passed him, " Break into another case, Sam, and then clmck a con])le more sticks into the lire." "It must be a good one. tlien, or he never would have let me in for it," remarked Kenryck. "I wouldn't be too sure of tliat," said the colonel, laughing : " the doctor's capable of almost anything inhuman, and he may be paying off an old score, for all ijoxi know, by letting you in for a twenty-minute bore. 'Bones,' what's your grudge against Ken- ryck ? " — but the surgeon had joined a grouj) at another table, and so tlie colonel, getting no reply to his question, went on : " Do you see that little ivory plate fastened to the shield on which the horns are mounted? Well, that bears an inscription something like this : |iohn :fi{ttvnt>cn ^icnbcr, ®.^.^,, to gjenrvj GBUiott, lii.^.$», ^an'y 29th, 1871. CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 13 "• And the story is not a long one : " My father was interested in shipping, and at the breaking out of the war he owned quite a respectable little fleet of vessels. Most of them were employed in coastwise trade, but he had something like three or four square-riggers winging it back and forth between here and England — and some- times, though rarely, one of his vessels would make a longer voyage, to Bombay, or 'round the Horn to Frisco. Ah, those were the good old days ! when the harbor was crowded with shipping, and at least every other ship flew the stars and stripes," and the colonel raised his mug to his lips, as if drinking to the past glories of our merchant marine. " It must have been a pleasant sight," said Kenryck, in the pause incident to this opera- tion. " I'm a young man, and can't remem- ber that time, but now-days it's sort of pathetic to see the harbor filled with huge steamers under foreign bunting, while here and there along the docks a few wretched lit- tle schooners represent our maritime dignity." "Yes, it's pathetic enough," said the colonel, "but it's more humiliating than 14 TFfE PLUCK OF pathetic. However, we can't go into the discussion of what knocked in the liead our ocean carryinsr trade without runnincr foul of politics, and politics are harred, up here in The Battery. " Well, to get back to my story : my father naturally had quite an ac([uaintanee among Englishmen, and in Liverpool there was an old party named McClintock, with wliom, in particular, he had very extensive dealings. In course of time he and my governor be- came great chums, and finally it got so that once in two years, and sometimes oftener, one or the other of them would cross the pond, nominally on business, but really for a visit. Lord ! how well I can remember old David McClintock — ' Mac,' my governor used to call liim. S(]^uare-built and stocky, hearty and bluff, intellectually sure, but mvfully slow — he certainly was a man to make an impression, for he represented a type with which we are not over-familiar on this side the water. I can't forget how he used to laugh at the governor's yarns : ten minutes would go by without any sign of comj)rehension from him ; then he would be- gin to shake ; and finally the spasm would CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 15 pass away, leaving him gasping for breath, and scarlet in the face. Really, Kenryck, I used to worry about old Mac, at those times, for his internal mirth was something awful, and it made me fear for his blood- vessels." " I know a man like that," put in Kenryck, " and it makes me nervous to be near him when anything amuses him. But somehow, Colonel, he seems to get more satisfaction, from his silent way of laughing than most men do who laugh out loud," " The last time that McClintock came over to this side," continued the colonel, after a glance at the antlers and the faded colors crossed below them, " was in ' 60. He brought his daughter with him — a pretty girl, too; about eighteen at that time. I'm not making any ofticial statement, Kenryck, but I've always thought that the two old gentlemen had j^ut their heads together with an idea of arranging an international mar- riage, in which one of the leading parts was to have been assigned to me. It may be, though, that my suspicions have been un- founded, for there certainly never was any- thing said about it. Anyway, if either old 16 THE PLUCK OF Mac or my governor liad been indulging in any schemes of that sort, they were destined to disappointment, because, firstly, I had reasons for tliinking that a certain little Boston girl was about the proper thing for me, and secondl}- — and a clincher on obstacle number one — little Bess McClin- tock took a strong dislike to me. Never quite understood wliy,^'' said the colonel, medita- tively tugging at his mustache, " and don't yet. I thought that most girls rather liked me, in those days. Probably she saw through the whole business — for she was a level-headed little chap — and got huffed at the idea of being ' managed.' "" "Yes?" said Kenryck, with a rising in- flection which hinted at a lack of any very lively interest in what was being said, and led the colonel to continue : " Well, all this is neither here nor there, Kenryck, and you must pardon me for getting away from my yarn. But a pipe and a good listener always tempt me to talk along rather aimlessly. " When old Mac and his daughter came for their visit, we had with us a young fel- low named Pender, from Charleston. He was the son of a man with whom mv father, CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N. 17 in the course of his southern trade, had a very considerable amount of business, and he had come north to settle up some matter or other — just what, I forget. Gad ! but he was a hot-headed little chap ! At that time, you know, feeling was beginning to run pretty high, and I had to do some pretty sharp manoeuvering in order to keep peace in our house, for my father was uncompromisingly patriotic, and even went so far as to favor abolition, while Pender — well, Pender was a southerner to the core, and went in, neck- or-nothing, for the ' Sacred Institution,' and States' Rights, and all those things over which later we went to fighting. It was a cheerful day for me when he finished up his business and went back home, for though in some ways I liked him well enough, yet while he was at our house I never sat down to a meal without an uncomfortable feeling that at any minute some chance remark might fire a train that would bring about a general explosion. " It always seems strange to me, when I remember the radical difference in tempera- ment, but old McClintock developed quite a liking for Pender. To be sure, he didn't 18 TnE PLUCK OF fall in with all of his ideas, biit he liad a certain amount of sympathy for the southern view of the situation, and lie used to reply to my governor's criticisms (if Pender with, 'Eh, but he's a spirited lad, ^-e know — a spirited lad. Bide a wee, Elliott, bide a wee. Years will give the boy more wisdom.' " Well, in due time old Mac and his daughter went, and the war came," went on Colonel Elliott, after a pause which lessened by half a ])int the contents of his mug. " I went out with the 'Old Regiment,' and for the better part of four years I was a stranger to this part of tlie country. When finally I came liome for good and all, I found my father j'ctired from business, and in feeble health. His little Heet had disappeared. For some of the vessels which once composed it the Alahama cotild have accounted, ami the general feeling of insecurity in sliiiiping circles had caused him to sell the rest. In ''o'd the governor died, and about a month afterwards I received a letter from old ]\lac, in which he expressed the deepest sorrow, and said that I must come to see him in Liverpool, since he had determined never again to visit the States. CAPTAIN PENDER, C.8.N. 19 " Pender I had lost sight of, and almost had forgotten, for with my father's retire- ment from business I h:)st touch with many of our old friends and acquaintances, and besides, the war rather cleaned the slate of our southern connections.'' " There must have been a funny state of affairs in business, right after the war," ob- served Kenryck, making a gallant attempt to conceal a yawn, and, by the aid of his sheltering mug, succeeding in his effort. " There tvas,'" said the colonel, " and for some time afterwards, too. It took more than one year for northern business men to forget some slight irregularities which showed themselves in the course of trade about that period. "• Well, after I'd hung up my sword, had my commission and discharge properly framed, and told my war stories to every- one who could be induced to listen to them, I began to look about for an occupation. I ended up by drifting into marine insurance. "One forenoon, early in '71 — the 29th of January, according to that little plate up there on the horns — I was sitting in my office and wrestling with the question whether I should 20 THE PLUCK OF luucli at half-})a.st twelve or wait until one. Business happened to be quiet then, you see, and so I was ahle to "ive a o-ood deal of tliought to minor details like tliat. I had just deeided in favor of half-past twelve, wlien a messenger came in and informed me that a certain Captain I'ender was very desirous of having me come to tlie county jail to see him. Beyond this l)ald statement I could get no information except that the man who had sent for me was locked up on a pretty serious charge — just what, or how grave, the mes- senger didn't know. "This bit of information made me forget all about the lunch question, and I wasted no time in getting over to tlie jail. And there, safely tucked away behind tlie bars, I found my Charleston acquaintance of '60 — fuming and boiling with rage, and with the maddest kind of rage, too. Why. Pender was no lamb, at best, but when I got to him, that day, it was an axew chance whether he'd kick down the walls of his cell or bite off the iron bars of the grated door. And his language — oh, it was sublime ! I was in active service for four years, Kenryck, and gained some knowledge of the power of ^^'ords ; I've stood CAPTAIX PENDEll. C.S.X. 21 by and listened to an army teanister'.-i re- marks to a team of balky mules ; I've even had occasion myself to make brief addresses to company skulkers whom I've caught mod- estly stealing- to the rear ; but I 7\ever knew how much could be got out of our mother tongue until I stood outside of that cell door, and heard Pender tell what he thought of the man who had managed to get him shut up there." " Well, what had he done ? " asked Ken- ryck, as the colonel paused to signal for Sam, by rapping with his empty mug upon the table. " Had he shot that moose out of sea- son . " Bah I no, he was in for a worse shooting affair than that,'" replied the colonel, still smiling at the remembrance of Pender's out- burst. " After he'd cursed himself out of breath, and had been compelled, from sheer exhaustion, to seat himself upon the edge of his cot, I managed to get at the story of the whole trouble. It ran something like this : '• When the ' late unpleasantness ' began, Pender, as you may have guessed, lost no time in taking a hand in the game, and as his tastes led him in that direction he entered 22 THE PLUCK OF the confederate naval service — such as it was. He was a capable officer, without any doubt, and promotion came rapidly in liis case, for, a little over two years after the war had begun, he had reached the rank of captain. Now the other side never was very strong in the naval ])ranch of the service, and after a time Pender — who never was any too patient — began to fidget and fuss be- cause he eouldn"t seem to get a vessel tliat suited him, and, what was worse, could see no prospect of having one provided for him. Well, what do you suppose he did? You've heard of the Halifax affair ? " "No,"' said Kenryck, "can't say that I have — or, if I have, I don't recall it now." " It was as plucky an exhibition as was put up by either side during the whole war — about the same sort of exploit that some of our fellows performed when they captured the locomotive inside the confederate lines," said the colonel, taking the replenished mug which Sam had brought him. " Pender, as I have said, wanted a ship, — and wanted it l)adly, — so, as the confederacy wasn't huild- iruj many at that time, he calmly sat down and gave his brains a chance, and ended up by CAPTAIX PEXDEn, C.S.X. 23 figuring out that it would be comjjaratively easy, and superlatively cheap, to come up north and help himself to one, " And he did it, too, by Jove ! " said the colonel, bringing his fist down with a thump upon the oaken table. " He just took his pick among the officers whom he knew, and selected an even half-dozen, besides himself, to work out liis little idea. One by one they slipped inside our lines, and finally they all got together safely up liere in Boston. It must have been nuts for Pender — tlie secret and solemn conspirators' meetings, the plan- ning and plotting of when and how, and the stiff seasoning of danger which gave spice to the whole undertaking. He told me him- self that he gladly would give ten 3^ears of his life to go through with it again. " At that time there was a line of steamers running between this port and the ' Prov- inces,' and the vessels composing it were all first-class, seaworthy craft ; for, as probably you know, there's pretty nasty weather to be met, off there to the east'ard. Now, of the whole lot the Halifax was the best, and our government had had an eye on her for some time, for she had in her the making of a 24 THE PLI'CK OF good gun-boat, and would have come up very handily to l)lockadnig reciuirements. But Pen- der's eye was just as keen as Uncle Sjim's, and Pender's motions were a great deal more sudden, and so the Hly valuable." "I had them in my hall for years," said the colonel, "but when we set out to fit up The Batter}^ here, I chipped them in as part of my contribution, for that space of wall, in there between the colors, seemed made on purpose for them. But those antlers are not my only reminder of Pender's gratitude," he continued, taking out his pocket-book and extracting from it a photograph of a bald-headed, pudgy-faced infant, " for here's a picture of a young Liverpool citizen who rejoices in the name of Henry Elliott Pender. He's Pender's third, and he's bound to grow up into a terrible little rebel, for his father is still unreconstructed. Doesn't look very formidable, does he ? I'm ready, though, to bet my commission against a corporal's war- rant that, one of these days, I'll have a name- sake in either Her Majesty's army or navy, 82 THE PLUCK OF for the little rascal comes of fighting stock, and blood will tell." "Apparently the (h)ctor didn't have a grudge to settle." said Kenrvck. handing back the photograph. Then, after disposing of what little beer was left in his pewter, he got n})on liis feet, saying, " Well, C(donel, I liope I'll have the luck to get np here often, for I want to hear the stories that go with the I'est of these odds and ends.'" " Hello I" said Colonel Elliott, glancing at the clock. '• Is it so late as that ! Trnst I've not bored yon : yoifre too good a listener to frighten away." Kenryck went to rescue his overcoat from the fast diminishing ])\\q ttpon the chair, while the colonel, pipe in hand, took up a position near the dotn*, to bid good-niglit to our departing guests. By twos and threes our visitors left us, and then the colonel, as the last descending footfall echoed faintly up the long staircase, turned and glanced at the disorderly array of empty mugs. " T venture to assert," he said, with a laugh, " that there are worse places for story-telling than The Battery. Judging by ap})earances, I think it doubtful if there's been a dri/ yarn told to- night, up here." C.1P7'^1/.V PENDER, C.S.N. 33 "Twenty-two, tv/enty-four, twenty-six," counted Sam, as he made the rounds of tlie deserted tables, " Twenty-six mugs t' clean an' sliine up ! Wal, 'twan't sich a bad evenin' a'ter all." And we left him gathering up the tarnished pewters, and swearing strange, New England oaths — " B'gosh I " and " I swan ! " and " Gol darn ! "^-at the prospect of the morrow's polishing. ONE RECORD REGIMENTAL ROLLS ONE RECORD REGIMENTAL ROLLS. •• 'T'T'ERY pretty," said the colonel, "very V pretty, indeed. Quite up to our standard, eh. Jack ? Guard looks small, though, — doesn't it ? — to one who's used to seeing twenty-four files paraded." The colonel and I had got leave for a couple of weeks to run down to Old Point to see the heavy gun practice, and now we stood watching the new guard as it marched away to relieve the old details. Yes, it was pretty, all of it, — very pretty indeed, — and I felt repaid for the early breakfast we had taken in order to get over to the fort in time for the ceremony. The surroundings made a fitting frame for the picture : before us lay the broad, green floor of the level parade, its carpet of short-cropped 38 ONE RECORD ON THE turf still glistening with the morning dew : the angular lines of the great, ungainly bar- racks somehow looked less harsh in the warm sunshine ; and the otficers' quarters, half hid- den beneath the scrubby oaks and overhang- ing willow s, looked cosey and comfortable — and ahnost too homelike for such a phace. While the gray, sod-capped walls of the old fort still were ringing with the quickstep played by the four smart trumpeters who led the guard in its march, we turned and left the parade, loitering for a moment at the l^lace where the old guns — relics of York- town, Saratoga, and many another by-gone siege and battle — lie sullen and dumb, while the green mould of long years gathers ever more thickly upon cascabel, chase, and trunn- ion. "• Rack nundjers,*' said the colonel, half to himself, as he stooped to read the in- scription deeply graven in the metal of an old field-piece, "back numbers, all of them. ' Captured at Yoiktown ' — ami that was more than a humlred years ago ! Well, those who won and those who lost are uiuler ground now, and the old gun's dead, too. It has said its last word." We sauntered away, through the echoing REGIMENTAL ROLLS. 39 archway, and across the drawbridge which spans the green and quiet water of the wide ditch ; and as we slowly walked past the water battery, with its long row of grim, black Rodmans frowning out upon the bay — each in its vaulted casemate — like so many kennelled watch-dogs, the colonel broke the silence with, ''Do you know. Jack, I don't care particularly about watching the firing to-day ? The pounding we got yester- day was infernal. I hope this country can steer clear of war until weVe perfected the pneumatic gun." " Well, I don't know," said I. " Wouldn't that seem too much like fighting with bean- blowers ? " " It wouldn't much resemble the fighting in the old days — and that's a fact," replied the colonel, kicking into the ditch a pebble from the gravelled roadway, and smiling at the sudden scattering of a school of little fish, caused by the unexpected splash. " I'm not so sure, after all, that I'm in a hurry for the time to arrive when some fellow, ten miles or so away, can free a lot of compressed air, and by means of it drop half a barrel of dynamite in my vicinity — without even so much as a •10 ONE UECOUD ON THE i:»uff of smoke to show which way I ouolu to turn to bow my acknowledgments. I've an idea, old man, that a little occurrence of that sort would scatter even the gallant Third about as completely and expeditiously as my pebble disorganized those minnows." A few steps more brought us l)eyond the last of the curving line of casemates, and as we turned towards the hotel the colonel said, " I feel that I'm growing old, for now-a-days even a little heavy gun tiring makes my ears ache, and anything over a little Ijores me. Thirty years ago I didn't mind it so much as I do now. ThirtiJ years aj/o? Why, Jack, I can't realize it ! But it must be that : yes, '61 from '91 ; that makes it — and it makes me an old man, too." '' Nonsense I " said I, laughing, for in all the Third there is no younger-hearted man than the colonel who commands it. " It makes you nothing of the sort. In "61 you were nineteen; add thirty to that — and it leaves you still on the sunny side of fifty. See here. Colonel : on our rolls we have seven hundred men, and some few over — how many are there among them who could down you to-day ? " REGIMENTAL BOLLS. 41 " Not many, if I do say it," replied the colonel, with his usual modesty, drawing himself up and stretching out one long arm, to gaze contemplatively at the sinewy wrist and compact bunch of knuckles with which it terminated. " But all that only goes to show how well preserved I am, for I am an old man, in spite of what you say. Con- found 3^ou, Jack ! Can't you let a veteran have the satisfaction of feeling venerable and antique ? " "All right," I replied, laughing again. " You're my commanding ofilicer, and if you order me to consider you a relic, why, I must, I suppose. Perhaps it may comfort 3^ou to know that the boys conversationally refer to you as ' the old man.' " " There, enough of that," said the colonel, as we stepped upon the planking of the long piazza. " What's the use of discussing my infirmities ? Now, how shall we kill time this forenoon ? Billiards ? No, hardly ; it's too good a day to waste indoors. I'll tell you what we'll do, my boy : we'll go over to Hampton and take a look at the old fellows in the ' Home.' Which shall it be, drive or walk ? " 42 oxE liEConi) ox the " Walk," said I promptly, as I felt the fresh, salt breeze eonie stealing in from off the water ; ''yes, we'll walk, unless at your advanced age you doiTt feel (|uite u[t to tlie exertion." '• Walk it is. then," said the colonel, ignoring my attempt to pay proper deference to his accumulated years. " Just wait a second, tliough ; I must till my pockets before we start. I like to lay a trail of cigars when I go among the old boys," and with this he disappeared into the hotel, from which he emerged a moment later, bearing a })aper of weeds which, he explained, were not rankly poisonous for open-air smoking, though they might involve some unpleasant consec^uences if lighted within-doors. We set off at a swinging gait along the road, and in something less than half an hour found ourselves at the entrance of the well-kept grounds in which are clustered the buildings of the Soldiers' Home. It is a beautiful place, that quiet spot by the southern sea, and I never could tire of stroll- ing along its flower-bordered walks, and among its sunny nooks and corners. And yet, even in the midst of the brightest sun- REGIMENTAL ROLLS. 45 sliine, one cannot escape the thought that the hundi'eds upon hundreds of gray-haired, feeble men who throng the.se PTOunds have come here, after all, only to die., and are waiting — waiting until it shall be their turn to be carried out to the great graveyard wliich, with its acres and acres of white head- stones, lies but a few short steps outside the gates. It is a thought that somehow seems to dim the sunshine a little, and though the place is AvonderfuUy picturesque, and wears an outward air of ease and comfort, yet I, for one, never can be there without feeling almost awe-stricken at the remembrance of what it all means. " Now, Jack," said the colonel, as we walked leisurely along the broad, hard road- way, which runs parallel with the blue waters of Hampton Roads, '" keep an eye out for ' blue Maltees,' for that's the par- ticular breed of cats we're after." " All right," I replied, interpreting this command to mean that I was to be on the watch for veterans wearing the badge of the old 19th Army Corps — the blue Maltese cross; a device which we of the Third still retain, in memory of the days when the 44 ONE BECOTtB OX THE " Old Regiinenc "' won its renown. "White diamonds, red crescents, and stars of every color seem to l)e plenty, Colonel, but, so far as I can see, ' ]\Ialtees ' are at a premium.'' " Oh, we sliall find one,"' said the colonel, " we surely shall find one. There are rows upon rows of them lying quietly oyer yon- der," with a nod towards the flag floating above the cemetery, " but they are not yet all mustered out. There's one now, over on that bench. See Iiim ? " Yes, I saw him : a short, wir}' man ; a man with whitened hair, keen gray eyes, a sharply-pointed nose, and a clean-shaven face whose every line and wrinkle betokened shrewdness and native w^it. At the first brief glance I knew him for a Yankee, a thoroughbred old New Englander. He was sittting alone upon the bench, with one knee drawn up and held by his clasped hands. Upon his cap he wore the blue Maltese cross we had been seeking, and on the breast of his faded and loosely fitting army blouse hung a simple medal of bronze. Into one corner of his mouth was stuck a quaintly carved, briar-wood pipe, and as he tranquilly sat there, blowing from his thin REGIMENTAL BOLLS. 45 lips an occasional puft' of smoke, he seemed contented with himself and the world in general — and I somehow thought that in his expression I saw something different from the air of hopelessness which had been so sadly common to the many old soldiers we had passed before we happened upon him. " Hello, comrade," said the colonel, walk- ing towards the bench on which the old fellow sat, and throwing open his coat to bring into view the enamelled corps badge pinned upon his waistcoat, "how goes it with you ? " " Fust-rate," replied the veteran, without bothering to remove his pipe from its resting place. " How be ye ? " he went on, speak- ing with a sharp, nasal twang which at once opened my heart to him — for he tvas a Yankee, and I love the honest, hardy old stock that comes from among the New Eng- land hills and valleys. " I see i/ou was in th' ol' 19th, too," said he, moving over to the end of the seat. " Set ye down an' be comf table." "Yes, I went out with the — th Mas- sachusetts and saw the thing through," said the colonel, seating himself next his 46 ONE llECORD OX THE new-foiiiul friend and leaving vacant for me one end of the l)ench. '•' What was your regiment ?"' '• Burdett's Batt'ry. New Hampshire," re- plied the old fellow, with a critical side- gianee at the colonel; "an" if ye was in th" ^Massachusetts — th ye won't have no trouble in reniemberin' how our guns use'- ter sound, neither." '' Lord ! 1 should >oint. " Oh I no, 1 never said that,'* explained the imperturbable doctor, turning this thrust harmlessl}^ aside. " If you recall my words you will remember that I said I'd never fallen oif ; to be thrown off is a very different matter." '• Ah I I see. Pardon my carelessness," said the discomfited naval visitor. '* We fel- lows that go down upon the sea in ships aren't very well up, I fear, in these nice distinc- tions of the land service. " " Naturally not," said the surgeon, " and of course it's excusable ; Ijut you readily will notice the distinction, which really is as great as that between being in mid-ocean and being ' half-seas over ' would be, in your own case. " Now, I recalled that little experience of mine with the adjutant's horse, and it oc- curred to me, when I was casting about for a mount, that if I only could manage to keep OUK nORSE ''ACME." 79 my seat while he was executing his diaboli- cal half-face, I should have a dead cinch on the cup ; for when he did run, after one of those performances, he ran like the very devil." " He did, indeed," said the colonel, smil- ing as if at some remembrance. " It was on Wednesday night that little Whateley dropped in on us," Bones continued, "• and the race was on the card for Friday noon. That was on ' Governor's Day,' you know, and the camp was sure to be crowded with visitors. Pleasant outlook for me, wasn't it? " Well, on Thursday morning I borrowed ' Acme ', and rode a couple of miles out of camp to a big hay-field I knew of, because I wished to make sure, by a strictly private trial, that my little scheme was in reliable working order. It was. Everything went to a charm. I got a firm grip on the pommel and gave ' Acme ' the spur ; whereupon he spun half 'round, and was off like a wild en- gine on a drop grade. Yes, he was off, but, better still, I was on, and when finally I got him into his rocking-chair lope, I started back for camp, pretty well satisfied with my 80 OUJi J I OB. '6 E 'ACME.' experiment ; and all the way along the road 1 couldn't help grinning at the thought of the sensation that was brewing for tlie next day." " Well, it was a sensation, and that ean't be disputed,"' commented Pollard, as the surgeon paused for a moment. " We all backed you and ' Acme ' ; not because we liad any particular expectations, but just out of loyalty to the old regiment, and because the odds were so inviting. I took ten out of Mixter, myself."" " Friday morning was cloudy," said the doctor, after he had brought his pipe to a satisfact(jry glow, " and I half hoped that it would rain before noon, for I was getting the least shade nervous. Everybody around our headquarters was so very kind that it made me fidgety as a school-girl. At breakfast, in mess, the colonel thoughtfully opened an elaborate discussion about the proper form of ceremonies at military burials. The adju- tant, on his way to guard mounting, stopped long enough at ray tent to say that ' Acme ' just had killed one of the hostlers, and that the band had gone out of camp soon after breakfast for the purpose of practising ' The Lost Chord.' And -i/ou, Langforth — con- OUR HORSE '-ACME." 81 found you I I haven't forgotten liow you forged my name to an order to have the brigade ambulance report to me at noon, the very hour of the race. " But somehow the morning went by, and at noon the sky was beautifully clear, though the air was most horribly lifeless and hot. I dressed up in full fig, helmet, sword, and all, according to the conditions, mounted ' Acme,' and rode out upon the parade. " Pretty nearly the whole brigade had turned out to see the fun, and around the start the crowd was packed closely, while groups of men were scattered here and there alonfj the three furlongs of turf over which the course had been laid out. I had supposed that there would be, at the very least, half-a-dozen entries ; but when I had succeeded in manceuvering ' Acme ' through the crowd and up to the line, I found awaiting me just one solitary horseman. It was Porter, cap- tain of " H " troop, and his mount was the same beautiful thoroughbred that he rides from one year's end to the other. " Wasn't I sick ' I never had a patient who felt worse than I did then. But there was no such thino- as backinsr out at that 82 OUR 11 OR 8 E 'ACME." stage of the game, and so I looked as confi- dent as possible', and happier, I hope, thaii I felt. But when Porter saluted nie, witli an in(i[uiring sort of glance at my tired-looking mount, and a grin at my andacity in shoAV- ing up on sucli a beast, why, I swore under my breath that I'd send the spur into poor old ' Acme ' deeply enough to scratch his digestive apparatus," " It was a funny contrast,"' laughed Lang- forth, with his mug in mid-transit from the table to his lips. " Of course. Bones, you're a better looking man, and all that, than Porter : but that hiu'se of his is a perfect picture for style, and when Charley's old skate ambled up beside him we couldn't help grinning, any of us. Do you remember. Pollard, how that grease spot on ' Acme's ' flank showed up ? " " Do I ? " roared the major. "■ Don't I ! Why, Bowen, of the brigade-staff, was stand- ing next me, and when he caught sight of that daub of axle-grease he punched me in the ribs and said, ' So you fellows have black-leaded your craft, eh ? Now, I call that blasted unsportsmanlike ! The other man hasn't worked any funny games like that.' " OUR HORSE 'ACME.'' 83 " That was all right ! " said the surgeon, grimly, " I had mi/ fun later — after the race was run. " We lined up for the start, and it'll be a long while before I forget the row it raised when I persisted in planting ' Acme ' at right angles to the course. Porter got mad, and announced that he'd come out to race, and not to take part in a circus. Most of the brigade set me down for being either sunstruck or drunk, but I wouldn't budge, and neither would ' Acme.' Finally Porter growled out, ' Let's have this nonsense over with ! It isn't my fault that we can't have a race. Start us, will you ? ' ' All ready, major ? ' the starter asked me. ' Confound it all — yes ! ' said I, looking to see that all was clear around me, and then getting a death-grip on the pommel. " Down went the flag, and off went Porter at an easy gallop. Up came my spurred heel, and off went ' Acme,' too, after a whirl- around that took away the breath of every- body who saw the performance, and knocked end-ways a couple of gunners who had edged in too close to the course. Shades of night ! How that old four-legorer flew ! I'd rammed 84 OUH HOR'^E ACME/' my spur home for business, and tlie way he respondeil beat even ray wildest expecta- tions. " It was the worst run-away ever seen in camp, and, before I knew it, we'd passed Porter, passed the iinisli, passed the last tent in the long brigade line, and passed the ditch at the end of the field ; at least, 'Acme ' passed the ditch — /ne they picked out of it," " It certainly was a remarkable burst of speed," assented the colonel, laughing- until the tears stood in his eyes. " When we found that Bones wasn't killed outright, we went for the cavalry fellows in every way, shajie, and manner that our combined talents could sufrorest, and if we failed to make life a burden to them it wasn't for lack of try- ing. Come over here," he continued, rising from his chair, and leading the way to the opposite side of the room, where, in a double frame, there hung upon the wall two large photographs. " These two pictures — which, by the way, we consider priceless — tell the whole story. See that one ? Well, that's the enlargement of a snap-shot plate caught by one cf our color-sergeants when Bones was in full career. Observe the expression of the OUR HORSE " ACME." 85 face ; and, above all, notice that grip on the pommel. Isn't it all grand ? Where should Sheridan's ride and Paul Revere's little trip be classed beside that ? " " The other picture in the frame," said the doctor, with a pardonable air of pride, " is a photo of the cup itself, and we all think a heap of it. The fellows in the troop, you see, had been going the rounds of the camp, and guying the life out of the Third — and me — for presuming to enter against their crack horse, so tlie final result was just plain joy for all hands at our headquarters. " I was excused from parade that after- noon," he continued, knocking the dead ashes from his pipe, " because I was a trifle tired, and more than a trifle sore — in spots. Be- sides, it took one able-bodied darkey the best part of that afternoon to clean the mud off my uniform, knock my helmet out into shape, and straighten out the kinks in my scabbard. " As for ' Acme ' : well, he never turned a hair, and after a careless sort of trot around the camp he came back to our stables, look- ing just as unconcerned and sleepy as ever. But he lived high for the rest of that tour of «6 OUJi HORSK '• ACMEr duty, and nobody seemed to care about refer- ring to him as a "• skate.' "' " 'Sporting blood will tell,' '" was Hatch's comment as the doctor led the way to the chair where the overcoats lay piled. " I should think, though, that the troopers would have challenged you to another go." " They have challenged us — and more than once," said the colonel, as Sam held his coat for him, " but our invariable reply is that our surgeon is too precious a bit of bric- arbrac to risk in any more enterprises of that sort, and — as none of the rest of us care to diminish Bones' glory — we have averaged up matters by keeping the cup and conced- ing them the championship," and he moved towards the door , stopping, however, with, "I wonder which owl this is?" as he caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside. " Good evening, Colonel," sung out the new arrival, the adjutant, as he threw wide the door and stepped blinking into the room. " Hello, the rest of you ! Can't make you all out, it's so bright here — after the stairs. What, all going?" " Yes, it's a good hour beyond taps," replied the colonel. OUR HORSE ''acme:' 87 " All right, sir ; I'll go with you, if you'll wait for me to empty just one" said the adjutant, drawing off his right glove. " It would be too much to ask me to turn 'round and go down again witliout stopping for a second wind. One up, Sam — right around ; making six." " What's new, Charley ? " asked the doctor, as Sara made off towards the base of supplies. " Can't seem to think of anything," replied the adjutant, seating himself easily upon the nearest table, upon which he began vigor- ously to drum with his knuckles. " Hold on, though ! Now I come to think of it, I saw ' Acme ' to-day. Yes, sir ! And he was drawing a hearse, too. Yes, sir ! I followed the funeral a block, to make sure. Well, here's to him ! " and the late master of " Acme " emptied his pewter with one long, breathless pull, while the doctor slowly drained Ms mug, saying with unsmiling solemnity, " To ' Acme.' " FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. IT was the evening after the battle at Farlow's Farm, and most of us — what's that ? You never heard of any such engagement ? Now, isn't that odd ! Why, it was fought only last year, and for one whole day the papers were full of it. Well, though I had no idea of putting a preface to the story I started to tell, I suppose I must stop long enough to explain why there was a fight, and how it happened that so many of us — all of us, in fact — got back alive from it. Once a year, you must know, there comes down from the State House, and through " proper channels," a mandate directing each volunteer regiment in the Commonwealth to arm and equip itself, ration and supply itself, and bundle itself out into the country for what officially is known as the Fall Drill. We are rather apt to refer to an affair of this 92 FltOM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. sort as ''going out with the regiment for the Autumn Manoeuvres," because, you see, this sounds more dignified, and lacks the baldness of the official phraseology. Now, an order for a Fall Drill means ■ivar; because it entails a long day of marching, a prodigal expenditure of blank cartridges, and, at headquarters, bother and worry be- yond reckoning. Yes, when one of these orders comes down to us we awake to an activity which calls for the largest size of A in the spelling of it. The quartermaster rises to a height of im- portance hard to estimate, while his sergeant — upon whom devolves the bulk of the work — sinks into a settled gloom of correspond- ing depth. Tlie surgeons find themselves pestered with requests to lay in a better brand of liniment than the stuff they took out with them the year before, which, it unanimously is asserted, was too blistering in its effect. The adjutant grimly sits at his desk and wrestles with the " General Order *' until he reaches a state lialf-way between utter misery and hopeless atheism. Why? Because he knows to a dead certainty that a copy of it will find its way into every Sunday FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 93 paper in town, and therefore tries with might and main — to say nothing of the aid of the old order-files for ten years back — to make of it a lucid and grammatical fragment of English prose, — an attempt in which he most signally fails. And the colonel : well, he has the task of tasks, for it becomes his duty and privilege to evolve the plan of campaign ; and the campaign, mind you, must be one that can be brought to a successful issue in a single day. Think of it ! Do you suppose Sherman, or even Grant himself, could have met without concern such a demand upon strategic resources ? Days in advance of active operations, the field officers fill up their cigar-cases and run out into the country to look over the ground ; constructing, upon their return, amazing maps, wherein — on generously large sheets of brown wrapping-paper — a tangle of blue lines and red ones serves to make plain the positions for the attack and the defence. Re- markable productions, those maps ! — with long straight marks to indicate the roads, and zigzag lines to denote fences, and aggregations of pretzel-like symbols to show where the woods lie ; and many a mystic sign besides to 94 FBOM BEYOND THE PVnAMIDS. stand for as many more features in the land- scajie. Oh, we couldn't do without the maps, for a campaign that has to be settled between one sunrise and the next sunset must be managed very u:iderstandingly ; and yet all this doesn't seem to hee}) the enlisted man from damning up hill and down both the maps and their makers when he finds himself one of a skirmishdine stationed in what ought to be a dry ditch, but isn't. Well, last fall we got our annual order, went through with the usual week's worry at headquarters, and then railroaded the regi- ment out to Farlow's Farm for its day of field work. The fight was a stubborn one, and the amount of powder burned was far in excess of anything before known, for we had raised a regimental fund and had purchased with it some odd thousands of cartridges in addition to the quantity issued by the State. The tide of battle swept back and forth until well into the afternoon, but finally the smoke-cloud lifted — because there were no more cartridges to be fired away — and in the lull a flag of truce was sent by the lieu- tenant-colonel, who humbly begged permis- sion to bury his dead, and also announced his FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 95 readiness to accept any decent sort of terms, since the umpires had declared his four com- panies to have been annihilated. Now, the lieutenant-colonel and his men, you under- stand, represented the enemy, and since we had been devoting the day to his destruction we sent up a mighty cheer when his sub- mission was made known, voted the whole affair an admirable illustration of grand strategy, and prepared to leave the field to solitude and the sorrowful contemplation of farmer Farlow, its owner. We formed line, then broke by fours to the right, and started off along the tree- shaded country road. Up at the head of the long column the drums rolled and rattled, while the bugles and fifes joined merrily to- gether in the crazy, rollicking "• Wild Irish- man" quickstep — an air which never fails to send the Third into its famous, swinging gait. By turning in my saddle, as I rode in my place with the staff, I could see the regiment be- hind me as it came solidly tramping along — company after company of blue-clad men ; rank on rank of snowy helmets ; file upon file of sloping rifle-barrels ; and midway of all, the colors, rustling their silken folds in 96 FBOM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. time with the cadenced tread of the men who bore them. Far in tlie rear glowed a ruddy October sunset, making a fit back- ground for tlie whole living, moving picture. It was a stirring sight and a beautiful one, and I glanced back again and again to see it, for the picturesque side of the service has a peculiar charm for me. " Jove ! but that's pretty! " said Van Sickles, who rode next me on the staff, reining his horse over a bit closer to mine, and nodding back towards the following column. " People sometimes ask nie what earthly attraction I can find in volunteer soldiering. Well, a sight like that certainly has strong attractions for me," and he gave another long look towards the rear. " Yes, this is one of the things outsiders miss," said I, bringing to bear upon the curb a light pressure, as I noticed that my horse gradually was outstepping the others, " and taking it all together, Van, the outsiders miss a great deal." " That's so, Jack," assented Van Sickles, "but it's hard to make them see it. Time and again I've tried to explain why I went into the service, and whv I stav in it : but I've FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 9T given up tliat sort of thing now, because my friends only laugh and say, ' Well, you have got the fever, Van, but you can't give it to us.' " Here his horse stumbled slightly, but he easily lifted him, and then asked, " Say, old man, who's this Captain Penryhn ? " and he waved his hand towards an officer in foreign uniform who was riding next our sur- geon. " Why, you met him," said I, "just before you were sent over to join ' the enemy.' " " That's true enough ; but I barely caught his name, and beyond the fact that he's in British uniform, and that Penryhn is his name and ' captain ' his title, I'm still unin- formed." " Well, I can't help you out to any great extent," I rejoined, just as the rattle of the drums gave place to a crash of brazen melody from the band, " for all I know is that he's one of Stearns' acquisitions, is over here on leave, holds his commission in ' Her Majesty's Sixty-fifth,' and seems to be a de- cent, soldierly sort of fellow. You must remem- ber that I've been more or less on the jump to-day, and haven't had time to cultivate acquaintances." 98 FIWM JlEYOyD THE PYRAMIDS. *' We'll get a chance for cultivation later, no doubt," observed Van Sickles as we came in sight of the long train of cars, side-tracked and waiting to take us aboard and carry us back to the city. " He probably will dine with us to-night, and then we can " — " Battalion — halt! " rang out the colonel's voice, and we reined up, as tlie seven hun- dred rifles behind us were brought down, with a rattle and crash, to the carry. " Order — arias! In place — rest/^^ followed; and we dismounted, and gave over our horses to the men wailing to lead them to their car at the head of the train. An hour's ride brought us back to the city, a short march through the lamp-liglited streets found us at the great armory, tower- ing up in the dusky twilight, and then, one by one, the companies were dismissed, and seven hundred veterans were set free to re- sume the pursuits of peace — which I trust they at once did. We of headquarters dined together at the hotel which lies just around the corner, and afterwards, by twos and threes, sauntered up to The Battery, to smoke our after-dinner cigars and fight over again the day's battle. FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 99 When Van and I entered the cosey old room the fun had been started. " That's all right about your flank attack," the lieutenant- colonel was saying, in answer to the senior major's assertion that a brilliant move by his detachment had won the day for the attack- ing side ; " oh, yes — that's all right ; but if it had been the ' real thing,' I'd have cut you up into sausage-meat with the sharpshooters I'd tucked into that clump of pines." " Well, why didn't you — as it was ? '' in- quired the major, calmly cutting the end from his cigar. "Because the boys had run short of ammu- nition," replied the lieutenant-colonel. " Ah I they had^ had they ? " remarked the major sarcastically ; "and if it had been the real old stuff I'd have been wiped out, would I ? Humph I A bush full of sharpshooters without ammunition doesn't seem to strike me as being much of an obstacle. It's no use, Billy — there's where I caught you napping; empty boxes are empty boxes, whether they've been emptied of blank or ball." " I was outnumbered, anyway," said the lieutenant-colonel, on the defensive for the second time that day. "How in thunder I'X) FUOM BEYOND TllK PYKAMIDS. could I take four companies, and play 'em off against eight V " " I don't know, I'm sure," pleasantly re- plied the major, " You thought you could, though, when we planned this thing out. Miscalculated just a hair, eh ? " " Hello, here's Stearns," ptit in Van, with a view to diverting the conversation into safer courses before the traditional tranquil- lity of The Battery should become ruffled. '' How are you, Tom ? Good evening, Cap- tain Penryhn.'' Stearns and his companion came up to the fireplace, in which a cheerful blaze had been kindled to take the chill from the air of the cool October evening, and fur a moment the discussion was dropped ; but it wasn't long before some chance word renewed the argu- ment, and so, on Van's suggestion, we made a change of base to one of the small tables in the corner of the room, and left the strat- egists to settle their differences without our aid. Now, it happened that Bones had been called away immediately after dinner, and so Van appropriated the absent surgeon's pet story, and entertained our visitor by telling how the doctor and " Acme " had brought FRO^f BEYOND THE PVIiAMIUS. 101 the Cavalry Cup to our headquarters. It happened also that the recital of this yarn of ours reminded the Englishman of an experi- ence of his own — and that Avas what I had started to tell you when I had to branch off into so many explanations. "Rather brutal bit of luck, I should call it," observed the English captain, referring to Bones' racing exploit. " Must have been very melancholy for the troopers. Well, luck's a factor that can't be disregarded. I had a rare slice of luck myself, once on a time, and in the way of riding, too. Fancy I'll tell you of it. Do you mind?" No, we didn't mind ; and so Captain Penryhn proceeded to tax our credulity in this wise : " I ran upon this particular piece of good fortune in — let me think — in '84," said he, bringing out his words slowly and with an accent which fell oddly upon our ears, and yet certainly detracted nothing froan the in- terest of the story. " It was in Egypt, where we'd had to interfere somewhat in the course of matters. Daresay you remember what led up to all the bother ? " Van nodded assent, and so I could do no less, though I'm morally certain that our combined 10-2 FRo^r iiEYoyi) tiik rrnAMiDs. kuowleilge of tlie Egyptian question could liave been put into four lines of type witliout overcrowding. '' Tlien FU jump i)i mediae /•(■■■< at oTice,"' Penrylin went on, "rnerely stop- ping to explain limv I liappened to be in I'^gypt at that time. '' T then was in the Sixty-fifth— the ' York and Lancaster' regiment — the same corps in which I now liold my captaincy. I was on leave, Imwcver, and liad obtained per- mission to attach myself to the staff of Baker Pacha, who was fitting out his expedition for tlie relief of Tol^ar. I'd gone into this vent- ure simply for the fun of the thing, but be- fore T got quit of it I was forced to the con- clusion tliat I possibly had been led into it under a mistaken set of impressions ; for the fun was much less in quantity and of a far poorer (pralit}' than T had anticipated." Penryhn jjicked up the mug which Sam had set upon the table, took a long pull at its amber contents, and then remarked, "Do you know, this American beer of yours is very good? Ill fact, I find myself coming to fancy it strongly, though I must admit that at first I didn't. It's much the same with Americans themselves: v/e Englishmen FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 103 reall}'- don't care much about theiu until we learn to know them well, but when Ave do know them we become verr fond of them. I found that to be so in the case of Carroll — Major Carroll, of jowv Eighteenth Regular Cavalry, who was with me on the campaign of which I am telling." "Of our Eighteenth Cavalry? " said I, in- quiringly. " Wliy, how came he in Egypt?" " He was looking for sport, as I was," Captain Penryhn replied. " He was military attache at Berlin, and had got leave for a few months. We both were volunteer aides-de- camp to Baker," Here, noticing that the Englishman had got well towards the last inch of his cigar, I silently proffered my freshly filled case. He half drew out a weed, but pushed it back to its place, saying '• I'm of a ?nind to try one of your pipes, if I may ? '' " You certainly sliall," said 1. " Hi ! Sam, bring the cobs." Penryhn took a pipe, filled and lighted it, and then remarked, " Oh, I say I I rather wondered why so many of you were smoking these things, but v,ow 1 don't. Sweet, isn't it, eh ? " " Yes, we call a cobful of plug a comfort- 304 Fh-OM IIKYOXD THE PYRAMIDS. ing sort of smoke," said Van, "and it takes tlie entire crop of a fifty-acre cornfield to keep The IJattery su}i})lied with smoking utensils/' "" Not really?"' said onr astonished guest. "" Possibl}' not quite," I put in; and then, in ord(U' to check Van in any further flights of imagination, I asked, " Didn't you have some difficulty, ca})tain, in getting your ex- pedition into sliape ? As I recall it, at this late day, Baker Pacha rather came to grief in Lis attempt at relieving Tokar." '^ Dii'liculty ? "' said Penrylm. '■• "^/es, we had an abundance of it. Baker had drawn toirether a mob of something over five thou- sand men. Did I say r>ien? Sheep would be better — and black shee}), too; for the ral)l>le we had witii us, luider the nickname of ' soldiers,' was made up for the most part of cowardly Egyptian /V/ZaAfy^, who had been driven into the ranks either through fear of the bastinado or else by the actual appli- cation of it Great Wolseley I Never such a mob had masqueraded as an army since war was invented.'" " How were yon ofiicered? "' asked Stearns, tossing a match to A^an, wiiose pipe had iiianaeed to sfo out. FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 105 " Mainly by Egyptians," replied the Eng- lishman, " though there were enough Eu- ropeans to pound the mass into at least a semblance of order and discipline. But it's utterly impossible to put brains into a solid Egyptian skull, nor can you put any heart into one of those miserable, half-human /t'//(<- hen: and that was unfortunate, you know, because it takes a tid)- bit of heart to go out into the desert against the wild tribesmen ; while as for brains — well, enough brains for aiming and firing a rifle are almost indis- pensable. 'Pon m}' souli we actually lost scores of men by the random firing of our own troops. What d" ve think of that ? " " I think you ought to have had Van Sickles, here, to do a little missionary work among your marksmen," said I, laughing. " Pie's our I.R.P., yon know, and since he came into commission he has been eminently successful in keeping our boys from killing each other." " ^6g pardon," said Penryhn, doubtfully, ''your I.R.P. ?" "Inspector of rifle practice," explained Van, adding, " Shouldn't think you could have afforded to waste your darkies in that fashion." 106 FROM r.KVOXD THE PVnAMTDS. "My dear fellow." said our visitor, in a tone of tlie dee[)est disgust, " it isn't possible to waste an Egyptian soldier. The oidy Avaste I ean think of is that of the powder and lead it takes to Idow liim to — to ob- livion." " That was good material to recruit from," remarked Stearns. " Didn't you feel a little shaky about going out with it ? " '" Tve not the slightest hesitation in admit- ting that I did,"' replied the English captain ; " and just before we started on our iinal ad- vance, 1 l)et a (liiuier with Major Carroll that if we got into a tight, our black regi- ments wouldn't face the music for an hour. It Avasn't a bad bet, for I won by a good, Avide margin. ^ Well, on the fourth of Eebruary, in '84, we marched out our ' army * from Trinkitat, waded across the shallow lagoon to the main- land, and struck out over the sands for Tokar — twenty miles away. You think that y*ni have done rapid work to-day in fighting a sham battle inside half-a-dozen hours, but ice made a record that, in one way, is incom- ]iarablv better than yours; for we marched four miles, fought just fifteen minutes by FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 107 my bracelet watch, and the campaign ended right there ! Can you equal that, eh ? " " Blest if it wasn't hustling! " said Stearns. " You had pretty nearl}'- a S(jft thing in that bet of yours, didn't you ? " " It wasn't half a bad speculation," replied Penryhn, as Sam replaced our empties by four newly filled pewters. " Bah ! a good part of our fellows couldn't find spirit enough even to run, and stood stock-still, paralyzed with fright, until they were cut down in their tracks. The rest of 'em — and the braver ones thei/ were — set off on a jog-trot for Trinkitat, going just fast enough to afford gentle exercise to the cheerful savages, who trotted along after them and carved them up at their leisure. Ah, perhaps things weren't in a devil of a box I " " I judge that you wasted precious little time in trying to rally your men," observed Stearns. " On that point your judgment is very fair indeed," returned the Englishman. " Rallies aren't manufactured out of that kind of rubbish. I much sooner should have thought of attempting to catch a hurri- cane in a scoop-net. Perhaps if Fd been on 108 FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. hand at the first break I might have had a try or two at it, but it so hajipcned tliat I'd been sent Avith a liandful of native cavalry to .-.catter a buncii of liorsenicn tlireatening' our flank. When I left tlie eolunin on this er- rand, Baker was prejiaring to ' form square.' but the Mahdi's men came dancing in before he liad time for the manreuvre, and when we came galloping back from our dash the iiglit was ovrr : nnd, as I've said, fifteen minutes had l)eeii time, and ample, for the winding iip of that campaign. " It was a very rum go, and I refiected tliat, under all the circumstances, I might as well devote my time and attention to getting myself, with unpunctured skin, back to Trinkitat. However, I tliought I'd edge in a bit towards tlie flying rabble, on the cliance of falling in with Carroll ; and so I spurred into the outskirts of the mob of fright-crazed blacks. As luck would have it, I ran upon my man almost immediately, and to my dying day I never sliall forget how lie was busying himself. " You may think it absurd, but when I rode up to your countryman I found him holding b_y the collar an i^gyptian major, FBOM BEYOyn THE PYRAMIDS. 109 whom he was spanking — j'es, actually spmiking ! — with the flat of his sword. Af- fairs were at the last ditch of des[)eration, and every moment's delay brought death by so much the closer ; and j-et, for the life of me, I couldn't help laughing at the sight. The poor major was bawling and sobbing with pain and fright, while Carroll was lay- ing it on with jolly goodwill, accompanying- each whack with a burst of transatlantic pro- fanity which, under any ordinary circum- stances, would have made me shiver. " But I hadn't any time to waste in watching performances of this sort, and so I rode up closer, yelling, ' Carroll ! Carroll.^ old man, are you mad ? You've not an in- stant to spare I The black devils are close upon us! Where's your horse?' Carroll gave two more resounding whacks to his captive, shook him until his teeth rattled, and then set him free, with a parting kick to speed him on his Avay to safety. Then he looked up at me with, ' Hello, Pen ! My horse ? That mud-colored major — I hope they'll lift his woolly scalp! — he sJiot my horse ! Pulled his revolver, shut both eyes, blazed away, and hit poor old Selim. 110 rnOM nEY<)X[> the PYRA^fTT)S. I swear, Pen, he nearly made me lose my temper ! ' " " AVere 3«)ur native ofticers all as ellicient as this one ? " 1 iiu^^uired, after we had laughed a little over this piece of marksman- ship. '* Why, conipareil with the others, he Mas a liero,'' said Penryhn, in all earnestness, "for he actually fire(l a shot. Most of 'em turned and ran Avithuul e\en stop})ing to pull trig- ger. '' But though all this now may seem fun]iy enough in the telling, the humor of the situ- ation wasn't quite so apparent theii, for the few seconds that this little occurrence had consumed had brought danger very close to us. The lialf-naked Arabs had begun to carve their way right into the heart of our stampeding crowd, and from my seat in the saddle I could see them netting altoo'ether o o o too neighborly to suit my ideas of comfort. ' Catch hold of my stirrup,' I said to Carroll, •and come along out of tliis.' He sprang towards me, but before he reached my side a great wiry savage came tearing through the mob, and with oue sweep of his long sword hamstrung ni}' horse. Probably he meant to FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. Ill liave taken a shy next at me, but he lost the chance, for Carroll plumped a bullet into his neck, and he went tumbling do^yn all of a heap. All that, though, was cold comfort ; for there we were, on foot, and with an}- odds you please against our getting out of the scrape alive. " ' The game's up, old fellow,' said I, clear- ing myself from my struggling horse. ' Come up here to me, and so long as our ammuni- tion lasts well fight it out, back to back.' Our chances seemed so desperate, you see, that I didn't give even a thought to esca[)e, ' The hell we will ! ' responded Carroll, whose language somehow seemed unnecessarily lu- rid, ' I guess not/ Pick uj) your heels. Pen, and make a scramble for it. We can fight just as well running as we can standing still.' " At the word he started off, and I followed him, for though death seemed inevitable I didn't have quite the courage to stay and face it alone. 'It's no sort of use,' I panted, as we ran along side hy side ; ' we can't foot it for four miles over this sand — - in our boots, too — and get clear of those naked desert- devils.' " ' Well, who's going to ? ' was the answer 112 Fno^^ beyond the PYnA^^^)s. I got. Carroll liad looked over Lis slioulder, and catcliino- h;i'>lit of a camel A\liieli, urired on by a Soudanese, was lumbering down uj!oii us, be baited and taced about. 'Hi! you black ,sou-of-the-Xile,' lie shouted, 'bold u[il i ou 'tvnn't/'' be AW'ut on, bringing iq> bis revolver, and roaring out bis command in Arabic. 'Take tliat, tlien!' and be liied twice. The first sbot was a clc;in miss, l);it at tbe second tbe poor cbap rolled over and dropped headlong upon tbe sand, wliile Car- roll jumped to catch tbe riderless camel. ' Hold him by tbe nose I ' I yelled, ' tliafs tbe only ^vay you can manage him I ' ' Z^v got bini,' be sang out in reply, as be caught tbe dangling cord. 'Whoa! you luimp-backed beast of misery! Hi! Steady, you four- legged, graceful nightmare! How in blazes, Pen, can we make him kneel ? ' " Well, bow did you?" incpiired A^an, re- moving bis pipe from between bis teeth in order to ask tbe (juestion. "We simply didn't,'' said the Englishman, blowing forth a mighty volume of fragrant smoke, and following tliis up with w succession of sliort puffs, " because neither of us knew the trick. ' He looks higher than a bouse,' said FROM BEYOXn THE PYRAMIDS. 113 I, as I stood helplessly l^eside the ungainl}' animal, ' but we've got to scale him somehow.' ' Here, hold his head,' said Carroll, ' and I'll make a bluif at mounting him,' and then, after we had exchanged places, he sprang up, caught at some part or other of the camel's trappings, and managed to haul liimself up. ' Pass up the lines, Pen, and look lively,' he called out. ' Old Humpty's getting uneasy — and so am I. Give me your hand, and climb as if the Mahdi himself were after you ! ' I tossed him the rein, and started to follow him up, but the minute I released the cameFs liead the terrified beast lunged for- ward, knocking me over like a ninepin, and when I got to my feet again he was fifty yards away — and going like a race-horse. " ' Clean bowled ! ' I muttered, as I realized what had happened. ' He can't manage him, so my last chance is played,' and with a farewell glance at Carroll's recediuQ- figure I faced towards the desert — the direction from which I knew my death was on its way to me — drew my revolver, filled an empty chamber in it, cocked it, and waited for the end. " All around me the rush of terror-stricken 114 FRO^f BEYONB THE PYnA^fTI)S!. blacks continued, wliile in front, and not far aAvay, I could catch the (lash and gleam of steel Avhen some Arab bntclier hove his sword up into the air, to brinu;' it whistling down u[)()n one of our defenceless darkies. Frightened / Yes, I Avas in a blue fuidc. but it was the sort of fear tliat has a good sliare of ugliness in it, and I shut my teeth down and watched out f(ir some one to kill. " In a iix like that a little time goes a long- way, and it seemed as though I had been standing there for hours — though probably it was a matter of but minutes — when a long, missluipen shadow darkened the sand beside me, and I heard a voiee shouting, ' Quick, Pen, for your life ! Your hand, old chap- — //'>i(r iiiokJ ! I ean"t control this felloAV nuich longer!' It was Carroll — the blessed, profane old angel ! — wlio had worked some Yankee miracle with that camel, and had come back to pick me out of the wreek. " Without a word, fm- seconds were pre- cious then, I thrust my revolver into my belt — not the most careful thing I could have done, considering that it was full-cocked — and by a desperate bit of scrambling got up behind my rescuer. C)l'f started the camel, FBOM r.F.YON'D THE PYRAMTDS;. 115 stretched out at top-speed, swaying* from side to side, and plunging and rising like a troop-ship in the Bay of Biscay, while we two fugitives clung to whatever we could lay hands upon. But it was comforting to note the rate at which he took himself over the sand, and I actually began to pluck up a trifle." " Then you didn't complain of your ac- commodations,"' remarked Stearns, sugges- tively. "I? No, I wouldn't have minded being tossed in a blanket if each toss had sent me away from Osman Digna's sweating savages. " Well, we hung on like monkeys, and after a time became used to tlie jolting. Finally Carroll turned his liead and said, ' You all right. Pen ? ' " ' Yes ; and you ? ' said I. " ' Happy as a hoo-poo,' said he ; ' but I've got all I can do to steer. You'll have to do the shooting, old man ; and when your gun goes diy you'll find two shots left in mine. Help youi'self to it, if you need it.' "Now, I'm quite certain that I couldn't have hit a bungalow, under the circumstances, but I piped up cheerfully with, ' All right ; 116 FROM BE VOX/) THE PYRAMIDS. you keep your eye out for 'J'riiikilat, and I'll 'tend to matters at tliis end.' ''Luckily I didn't have to experiment at holding on with one hand and shooting with the other, iov dur long-legged mount held his gait nobly, and took us into Trinkitat, sound and safe, and at sueh a rale of gt»ing that we weren't ]iiuch beliind ]>;iker and those of his staff who had escaped Avith him."" " Hni ! that was a near call, Captain Pen- ryhn," observed Van Sickles. " I certaiidy thought so at the time," said the Englishman, shifting his jjosition in his chair, "and V\q seen no cause since to change my o])inion. Carroll affected to make light of the whole affair, though, and declared that we could have got away on foot; and to prove it, he brouglit up the case of his Egyptian major, who actually managed to escape."' " No ! Really ? " asked Stearns. '' I should hope that lie and Carroll didn't meet after- wards." " But they did," said Penryhn, with an expansive grin. " Oh, yes, they met — and it was a funny meeting, too. Carroll Avalked right up to his man, grabbed him by the FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. 117 hand, and congratulated hira on his escape. And then he apologized for his conduct, and said that he felt compelled to give satisfaction for it; wherefore he would meet the ag- grieved Egyptian whenever and wherever he might choose, and would fight him in what- ever way he might be pleased to suggest. But this generous offer was too much for our native friend, and with a profusion of thanks truly Oriental he declined it, even going so far as to declare that the slapping he had undergone at the hands of the ever-noble and beneficent Carroll — ' might his illus- trious line long be permitted to continue ! ' — without doubt had saved his life, since it had been the means of spurring him on to a magnificent and gloriously maintained dash for safety. And so that matter ended hap- pily and to the complete satisfaction of all concerned." At this point the colonel came over to our corner and carried away Penryhn to show him the photographs of our field-work of the previous year. Stearns got up and went with them, leaving Van and me to smoke in comfort and exchange at our leisure oui views of things in general. Now, that man 118 FROM BEYOND THE PYRAMIDS. Van Sickles is a sceptical sort of jjcrson, and he began to question the probability of the Englishman's story ; but I maintained, as I still do, that it must have been true — for I'm myself something of a liar, and it's hard work for a brother-prevaricator to take me into camp. So I tell you the yarn in the full confidence that it is a true one ; and I further will remark that last spring Pen- ryhn sent over to Stearns an Arab shield, together with half a dozen villainous, iron- bound spears and a couple of long, straight, nastydooking swords, all of which things now may be seen up in The Battery, where we've arranged them upon the wall, above the big book-case. THE HYMN THAT HELPED THE HYMN THAT HELPED. I T was a warm night, late in May. For two Ion Of hours the battalion steadily had kept at it — ploying into column, deploying again into line, and varying things by an occasional march, in company front, around the great hall. But there comes an end to all things, even to a two hours' tramp over an unyielding floor, and at last the bugler, standing beneath the crowded specta- tors' gallery, puckered his lips, puffed out his cheeks, and blew the welcome bars of " Re- call " — the signal that it was ten o'clock and time to wind up the evening's drill. One by one the companies filed out through the broad doorway, and as the last man passed over the threshold — even while the closing notes of the bugle-call still faintly rang among the arching trusses of the vaulted roof — the waiting armorer pressed down the lever which, at a single touch, extinguished the 122 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. liofhts in the doable row of chandeliers, and left the drill-hall to silence and darkness. But if all was dark and still in the hall below, upstairs the state of affairs was in lively contrast, for in the company quarters there was lig-ht in plenty and the hum of many voices, while presently a yell of laugh- ter from " K's " rooms, followed by a respon- sive roar from " A*s " corner, across the corridor, seemed to show that the manoeuvres of the evening had not brought the men to the point of complete exhaustion. About the adjutant's desk, in the staff-room, a knot of officers had gathered to talk over the night's work, and speculate upon the weather of the morrow, for it was the night before Memorial Day, and the four companies detailed for escort duty in the coming parade had been going through a battalion drill, " To get shaken into shape for exhibition pur- poses," as the major put it. " The boys measured off a good step to- night : thirty elegant inches, within an eighth," said the adjutant, footing up the last column of the drill report, and then gracing it with his undecipherable signature. •' Yes, they stretched it out in gorgeous style, TUE HYMN THAT HELPED. 123 and the last time they came 'round the hall the company wheels were just as pretty as any you ever saw on a little, red wagon." This was in the days when Upton yet was law in the land ; before the " new regula- tions " had come to vex the souls of company commanders. " That's all well enough," remarked the major who was to command the battalion next day ; " but, after all, we're at the mercy of whatever band we catch. It was a mistake to let ours go out of town for to-morrow." " It iva8 so," assented the adjutant, shoving a handful of documents into the pigeon-hole labelled " Papers awaiting action," and then, rising from his desk, " Do you know what band's been assigned ? " " Haven't heard," replied the major, with a yawn. " J wouldn't ask for any better march- ing music than the article the drum-corps deals out. The boys swing along like ma- chines, when they have the old tunes to set 'em going ; " and he began to whistle " The British Grenadier," drumming with his fin- gers an accompaniment to the inspiring, old refrain, but stopping when the sergeant-major entered and said, " The colonel presents his 124 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. compliments, and wishes tlie tield and staff to report to him in his room. " " Come along, fellows," said the major, but- toning np his fatigue jacket. " This means an expedition against The Battery," and with this safe prediction he led the way along the corridor towards the door which bore upon its oaken panel the words "Colonel, Third Infantry."' " Come in," sang out the colonel, as the group of olHcers reached his door, " come in for a minute. I need your advice. Only four of 3^ou ? Why, where's ' Pay ' ? " The major replied, "■ He's escaped, sir, but those of us who are left are very much at your service — and full of advice." " No doubt of it," laughed the colonel ; " I've not the slightest doubt of it. That's where the officer of volunteers never is found lacking. I've yet to meet the one who's not prepared to give advice on any matter, and at a minute's notice, too. Well, now for that same advice : do you counsel an immediate and early scattering, or a brief visit to the dominions of Sam ? Weigh your words, for I've determined to be guided to-night by the wishes of tlie majority." THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 125 "I haven't attained a 'majority' — as yet, sir," said the adjutant, speaking rapidly and bednninor to unbuckle his belt ; "but with due deference to my seniors, I would state that the evening has been long, warm, and very arid ; enough so to reduce some of us — one I can swear to — to a state bordering upon collapse. I therefore most respectfully would suggest that The Battery be converted tem- porarily into a field-hospital, and that Major Sawin, surgeon, Third Infantry, be ordered to proceed thither without delay, to make provision for such patients as later may report to him for treatment." " Listen to the boy ! " said the colonel, as the adjutant paused for lack of breath. " And nobody has any better advice to offer ? " he went on. " Well, Bones, you heard? Trot along — you're not in uniform — and start Sam on a bowl of claret-cup. The rest of us will join you in ten minutes." " I think ril do the .compounding," said the surgeon, mentally recalling a formula of his earlier days, "and if the results aren't satisfactory — why, I'll resign and give Wil- der his step ; " and he turned towards the door, pausing to remark. " Don't overheat 126 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. yourselves by hurrying, for I'm going to take my time in getting there." The ten minutes had stretched well along towards twenty, when an uneven trampling of feet upon The Battery's stairs warried the waiting surgeon that liis patients were at hand. He had employed his time to good purpose, howL'ver, and in the arrangement of his " field-hospital " there lacked nothing which long experience could suggest. Before the wide dormer-window — in which every sash had been thrown open to catch whatever of breeze might stray that way — stood a round table, bearing a huge glass pitcher, filled to the brim with crimson claret-cup, and beaded with the dew of its icy contents. Five heavy chairs were ranged near at hand, and to each a glass was allotted, while beside every glass lay a newly filled pipe, ready for the lighting. Save one shaded lamp, all the lights were out, to give full play to the bright moonlight which came slanting in through the casement, tracing curious patterns of light and shadow upon the floor and walls. All looked cool and restful, and the surgeon gave just one more satisfied glance at his preparations before THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 127 turning to receive his wearied brothers-in- arms. " This way to the operating-table," he called out, as the door was flung open. " The instruments are ready, and the sur- geon is waiting. I shall make no diagnosis in individual cases — since it is apparent that your ailment has reached the proportions of an epidemic — but shall treat you collect- ively." " Bones, you deserve to be thanked ' in orders,' " said the colonel impressively, after a comprehensive survey of the surroundings. "Sit down, all — and Charley, you man the pitcher." " I chose a pitcher in preference to a bowl," explained the beaming doctor, wav- ing his hand in the direction of that seduc- tive-looking vessel, " because the effect upon the eye is so much more pleasing. I tell you, the careful practitioner has to watch out for even the most trifling details." A clatter of chairs followed this remark, succeeded by the musical tinkle of ice, as the adjutant filled the glasses. Then came a moment of refreshing silence ; and finally five grateful men set down their empty 128 THE HYMN THAT TIELPED. tumblers with a universal, long-drawn sigh of comfort and supreme content. " Wilder will not get his step this time." said the colonel, holding his glass in readi- ness for refilling, " for your reputation, Bones, is saved." " Your appreciation touches me," replied the surgeon, leaning forward to possess him- self of a pipe, an example followed by the others. One after another the matches cracked and llamed. until five corn-cobs glowed soothingly in the dim, half-light of the quiet room, sending a pale cloud of fragrant smoke adrift across the moonbeams, to twist and circle in the fitful current of air from the open casement. " With the brigade band, which you'll have to-morrow," observed the colonel, be- tween puffs, to the major, "you ought to go ' swinging on the old, old gait.' " " So it's to be the brigade band ? " said the major. " Good enough ! Just before we left the armory we were discussing our chances on music." " Well, music is rather important," re- turned the colonel, " for a good band can put life into the lamest column. I once THE HYMN TUAT HELPED. 129 even knew a band to put life into a dead man, too. Fact ! " " Extraordinary ! " murmured the major. " I've heard plenty of bands bad enough to strike a man dead, but I never happened to discover one that seemed quite up to the resurrection pitch. Perhaps, Colonel, you'll tell us about it ? " " I'm blessed if I don't," was the colonel's reply to this suggestion, " if for nothing else than punishment for the doubt implied in your tone." " Thank you, sir," said the major politely, bestowing his lazy length upon the cushions of the window-seat, where he settled himself in all comfort. " It's a good long time since we've had a yarn from you, and I'm pleased to learn that we're in a fair way to get you started." This judicious remark was not without its effect, for the chief pulled the major's empty chair handily near, gently deposited his feet upon it, and observed, " Well, if I've told you this incident at all, I'm sure it hasn't been within a year, so it will be as good as new." Then he turned his head and called, " Sam, come and put out that lamp," adding. 130 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. '' Moonlight's good enough for story-telling — and somehow lamplight makes a discord on a night like this." "Got ev'rytliin' handy, Cun'l ? "" inquired Sam, as the flame flickered and went out. " Yes, everything except //on.,"' responded the commanding officer. " Pull up a chair, Sam, and kindle your disreputable old briar- wood ; for I'm going to yarn about a shindy in which your battery trumj^ed the winning trick, and I shall need your corroborative testimony." Sam brought a chair, seated himself with proper deliberation, and added his contribu- tion to the ever-thickening cloud of smoke ; those whose glasses stood in need of refilling took tlie precautions necessary to avert a drought ; and the colonel, hxing his eyes upon tlie cloudless sky without, began : " Back in '64 — a matter of a fortnight or so before that little affair at Tlu-ee Mile Creek, where you, Sam, got scraped across the wrist, and won that medal of yours — the ' Old Regiment ' found itself at a most forsaken sort of place which was going to ruin under the name of Ashford Four Cor- ners. Why we had been dumped down in THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 131 that particular spot we neither knew nor greatly cared, for we had reached a point in soldierly indifference which enabled us to take our billet unquestioningly, though not always uncomplainingly. Even old Burleigh, our colonel, hadn't a very definite conception of our exact errand, for he told us that we had been ordered to sit down, keep our eyes open, and stay there until we were sent for, — an order which, at the time, seemed easy of execution, though rather purposeless. '' With all due pomp and circumstance we marched into and through Ashford Four Corners, and took up a position about half a mile beyond the straggling collection of tumble-down buildings composing that metropolis ; and there we prepared to ' sit down,' as per orders, and 'keep our eyes open' to see that nothing came along over a sandy road running off, in a southeasterly direction, into the dense woods in our front." "Wal, 'twarnt sich a bad idee, havin' ye thar," observed Sam, between puffs, " an' I guess ye seen th' reason for't, finally." " Oh, yes, the reason made itself un- pleasantly obvious later," assented the col- 132 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. onel ; " but along at tlie first we were rather pleased at being sent off and — as we thought — side-tracked, for we hadn't the slightest expectation of seeing or hearing anything from the enemy. No, we certainly weren't grumbling much over the detail, for we'd had a hot and trying time of it for ten days hand-running, and the prospect of even a few hours of rest and quiet seemed at- tractive. " But thouofh we weren't looking for trouble, we'd ' been in tlie business ' too long to take anything for granted, and so we had a turn at pick-and-shovel drill, and threw up a very workmanlike line of breast- works, neatly topped- off with logs ; and after the earth had been heaped up and patted down we surveyed the result of our labors, called it good, and waited patiently to see if anybody would blunder along that way to help us in a house-warming. " In billiards '■ position is everything,' " the colonel observed, after a short pause to ob- tain necessary restoratives, " and the same rule applies in war. Our position, as we lay at ease in our hastily constructed works, was fairly good. If I had the blackboard here THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 133 I could show you, iu ten strokes of the challi, just how the land lay ; but the blackboard isn't here, and, moreover, I should be too lazy to lift the chalk if it were here ; and therefore I'll state that our line was estab- lished across the tapering end of a fan-shaped clearing, and in such a manner that both flanks were protected by dense woods, while on our left an impenetrable swamp afforded us additional security. The open ground in our front stretched away for a distance of about five hundred yards, ending at the edge of the unbroken forest. Do I make clear the situation ? " " Perfectly, sir," said the adjutant, rattling the ice in the pitcher, by way of serving notice that he stood ready to fill any or all depleted glasses. "'Twas a good 'nough lay-out for in- f'ntry," commented Sam, " but thar warn't quite th' right slope t' git th' best work out o' guns." " I daresay not," said the colonel, in reply to this bit of criticism, " but your guns were able to accomplish all that we asked, eh ? By the way, did you ever get a position that suited your exacting taste ? " 134 riiK JIV^rx that iielpet). "Wal, vis,"' roiiiarked Sam, after an in- stant of meditation, '•'•seems like we did once — at :\ralvem Hill. We bed jest tli' right drop, tliar, an' tmr plungiir tire out out work tliet warn't far from bein' plain butchery." " After we'd got settled," resumed the colonel, ''we began to look about for amuse- ment; but the • Four Coi'uers' didn't seem to afford much in that line, and so most of us put in our time at making up lost sleep, and we certainly might have found less prolitable employment. Of course we sent out forag- ing parties, but the few unhappy hens that fell into their hands didn't go far towards making chicken salad for four lunidred hungry ]nen, and so we fell back upon our usual healthful diet of hard-tack and 'salt horse.' Lord! what wouldn't I have given for a bottle of cold beer, or a pitclier of this blessed mixture," and the chief, moved by the recollection of past privations, emp- tied his half-lilled glass at a. single swallow. The watchful adjutant promptly made good the deficiency in his superior's tumbler, and then did himself a like kindness : Van Sickles, who qiiietly had been smoking in a shadow}' corner, rose, stretclied himself, and THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 135 flung himself down upon the end of the window-seat opposite the major ; and then the colonel — just as the cit}^ clocks began to strike eleven — ■ went on, " Up to night- fall there had been no developments, and when we bundled ourselves up in our blan- kets, after posting pickets, it was wdth a comfortable feeling that we were in for a quiet night. "I'd been officer of the g^uard the nio-ht before, and probably I don't need to say how soundly I fell asleep. But when, along towards morning, a shot rang out from some- where in the darkness beyond, followed by another, and then by two or three in quick succession — why, I came rolling out of my blankets in almiglity short order, and it didn't take an alarm-clock to tell me that it was time to be getting up. Well, the long roll sounded, the regiment fell in, and presently in came the pickets to report the enemy in our front. " By this time the night was pretty well along, and the first hazy light of the new day was beginning to come; but there wasn't quite enough of it to show us what was going on across the clearing, and so we threw out 136 THE IIYMX THAT HELPED. skirmi-shers into the woods on either Hank, and waited for the next number on the pro- gramme. For a good half-hour we stood there, behind the breastworks, without being able to detect a movement in our front; and I — believinn; the whole thin^ due to an attack of ' nerves ' — had begun to try what satisfaction I could Q-et from damniiiGf the eyes and ears of the pickets who had spoiled my beauty-sleep, when Bob Sheldon, my captain, touched my arm, and silently pointed out towards the clearing. " Now, all this time the light had been gathering strength, and though it still was too dim to enable us easily to distinguish objects at any distance, I yet could make out what seemed to be a line of skirmishers, slowly moving up towards us. A second glance told me that my eyes had not deceived me, and I turned towards Sheldon, with, ^ My apologies to the pickets. I damned 'em too hastily, for we're to have company at break- fast, surer than gosj^el.' ' Yes ; them's them,' said Bob, 'but not all of 'em. I'd give a j^ipeful of plug to know what's hidden over there in the woods.' ' AVhere'd be the fun in that?' I inquired, stooping over to rub THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 137 my knee, which had stiffened up a trifle during the night. 'If we knew wliat was coming, the chances are tliat we'd leg it ; and then what woukl become of the reputa- tions we've been so long in building up ? ' " I straightened up, as I spoke, and again peered over the crest of the breastwork, dis- covering that the advancing line had halted about two hundred yards from us, evidently without any great ambition to attempt a closer investigation ; for at this stage in the war, you must understand, both the Con- federates and we had learned to think twice before intruding upon a force well entrenched. These fellows, however, didn't get much time to ponder on the situation, for we gave them a volley which sent them to the rear again, though they retired slowly, and fired as they fell back." "^ " About as my skirmishers did last Octo- ber," said the major, half to himself, as he recalled an episode of the regiment's latest engagement. " Yes ; exactly as your men did," said the chief, catching this remark, "with this exception : your boys all went back, but when this line gave ground it left three poor 138 THE HYMX THAT HELPED. devils lying motionless in the damp grass. Ah, yes ; a 'Fall Drill' would lio very like a real fight — if it weren't mj different,"' and he paused t^ liven up his pipe by a few quick, strong puffs. '•This little excljange of compliments — the way we liad in those days, you know, of saying 'How d"ye do?' — was only the curtain-raiser to the rt-al performance,"' the colonel resumed, after his pipe again had begun to glow and smoke like a toy volcano, "and we hadn't lonof to wait for the besrin- ning of it. In something less than fifteen minutes after we"d cut loose with that pre- liminarv volley, a regiment came marching out from the woods, changed direction to the right, and formed line of battle ; another followed it, and foiined on its left ; and in the interval between them a batterv swung into position and unlimbered. That made the odds two to one, in iufantry — and six to nothing in the matter of guns."' " Then ye don't count th' breastworks for nothin' ? " queried Sam, who was in a critical mood. " Well, they ought to be considered,'' admitted the colonel, with a laugh, "and I'll THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 139 call it an even thing on infantry, but the guns we'll have to figure at sixes and zeros ; and as an old gunner, Sam, you'll admit that the other fellows held the stronger hand. "Now, we didn't care much for the in- fantry part of the show, but the artillery feature promised to be interesting. The sight of those six guns, I make no bones of admitting, worried me considerably; and even old Burleigh himself showed signs of unusual animation when he turned to Frazier, our quartermaster, with, 'Frazier, did you ever see a man ride like hell ? ' ' Yes, sir, I've seen several men riding that way,' replied the quartermaster. 'Well, then,' blurted out old Burleigh, 'get on your horse, and ride back to the brigade — in just that way ! Give the general my compliments, and tell him I want some guns, and in the biggest kind of hurry, too, if I'm to hold this posi- tion. Say that I've got a brigade, at the least, to handle, and nobody knows how much more. I guess I can stand 'em off for an hour, unless they're in force enough to walk right over me, and I'll give you exactly those sixty minutes for getting the guns here. That's all — go! and Frazier started 140 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. at a gallop, just as the first shell came screech- ing across the clearing. " 'Twas all-lired short range for artilFry work," commented Sam, at this point, "an' I've always allowed thet th' only tiling thet saved ye were raw gunners. JList ha' be"n that, for guns half handled would ha' had ye dead an" buried 'fore we got up." "Yes, the guns seemed frightfully near,"' assented the chief, slightly shifting his posi- tion, to biiug liis glass within easier reach, '•and I think your guess about the gunners must be a good one, for a smartly handled battery ought to have wiped us off the face of the eartli in less than half the time that we faced this one. In fact, now that I come to think of it, I remember noticing that most of the shells went over us, and wondering how soon the pieces would be depressed suffi- ciently to knock our line of works into a cocked hat. " Well, as I've said, Frazier left for the rear in something of a hurry, and none of us devoted much time to watching his depart- ure, for in front there was more tlian plenty to take up our attention. Five hundred yards was as long range for the muskets of TEE HYMN THAT HELPED. 141 those days as it was close quarters for guns ; but we couldn't stand idle and take all the pounding, and so we went in for a little firing on our own account. " For a time things were rather in a mixed- up mess, and I had my hands full in seeing that my boys kejit cool — or decently near it — and didn't go to chucking their ammuni- tion away too generously ; so you can under- stand that I had no eye for anything except what went on in ni}" immediate vicinity. But I can remember, as distinctly as if it had occurred but yesterday, how I turned, when a shell burst just over us, and saw poor Bob Sheldon throw up his hands, stagger, and go plunging down, flat upon his face. I was at his side in an instant, but there was nothing to be done, for he lay there dead^ with the blood gushing in torrents from a frightful wound which apparently had crushed in his skull. Poor old Bob ! I turned him over upon his back, gave just one hurried look at him, and then went back to the company, for — our second lieutenant being then in hospital — I was the only officer left." The colonel paused long enough to take a sip from his glass, holding it for an instant 142 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. u|» before hiiu to euteli the effect of the bright mooiiliglit upon the ruddy claret. Then he went on: '■'•Just how long we'd been at it Fni nut certain — fur it's hard to compute time M'hcn every minute is crowded with noise, and smoke, and death; but finally there came a Ict-u}) in the firing, and with it an indescribable sort of feeling that something new was about to happen. I was walking up and down behind my company — now and again saying a word to steady the boys — when, from our rear, I heard the music of a military band ; and presently, as it drew nearer, I caught the air it was play- ino-. It was our own band — we were one of the few volunteer regiments provided with such a luxury — and old Colonel Burleigh had ordered it to march up to the front, playing for all it was worth, in the hope that the Confederates might be led to believe that we were being reenforced. '• Now, we were a careless and godless set, the most of us, but we were a Massachusetts regiment. New Englanders born and bred, and we all knew the ' psalm tunes' of our boyhood days; so when the band came marching up, thundering out the ' Portu THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 143 guese Hymii " — that grand old psalm begin- ning, ' How firm a fuuiulation, ye saints of the Lord,' — the effect was instantaneous. The old colonel afterwards told us that he had intended to pass along word for the boys to set up a cheer when the baud began to play, but the command never was given ; for when our fellows recognized the old, familiar air, they rose as one man, and shouted and yelled, and yelled again, until the woods reechoed with the cheering. " The cheerinq- was at its height when an inspiration came to our color-sergeant — a great, bearded fellow, with a voice like a trumpet — and, holding high in air the torn and faded colors, he sprang upon the breast- works, and roared out the second verse of the hymn — ' Fear not, I am with thee •, oh, be not dismayed ! I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.' "•It was magnificent! One after another the boys joined in the refrain, until four hun- 144 THE HYMN THAT HELPED. drecl tliroats swelled the chorus, and four hundred strong voices sang- the old j'salni as it never liad been sung before. It was one of those moments that make an impression upon the memory which only death can efface, and I never sliall forget tlie electric thrill which ran along our worn-out line as we sung those words of mighty comfort and clieer. " I had joined in with the rest, and was singing for all that was in me, wlien I heard at my side a weak voice trying to follow the air, and, looking down, I saw Bob Sheldon — - whom I had thought dead — supporting him- self on one elbow, and feebly wandering along upon the words of the hymn. It was a ghastly sight, for he Avas covered with blood from the ga[)ing Avound in his head, and so begrimed with the dirt which had clung to it that his own mother never could have recognized him. He Avas alive, to be sure, but barely alive ; and as I knelt beside him he sank back with a pitifull}- feeble groan, for the eft'ort he had made had exhausted the little strength that was left in him. "• Supporting his head with one arm, I moistened his lips from my canteen, and then THE nYMN THAT HELPED. 145 bent over to catch what he was saying ; for, though his eyes were closed, he was mutter- ing indistinctly, and I could make out an occasional word or short sentence. 'Nell — little Nell,' I heard him murmur, ' it's hard to go away.' Poor old Bob ! I knew in a minute that he was clean out of his head, and that his thoughts had gone wandering back to his old New England town, and to the brown-haired girl who, with brimming eyes and quivering lips, had bidden him God- speed when the ' Old Regiment ' marched away. ' Be patient and — and brave, dear,' he rambled on, in his feeble voice, ' for I'm surely, surely coming — back — to you.' Was he ? Gad ! something caught me in the throat when I heard the words," and the colonel abruptly paused, and reached for his glass. Half unconsciously the major slipped his hand inside the breast of his coat, where it rested upon a much-worn leathern case in which lay hidden a photograph ; the adjutant blew a succession of feathery smoke-rings across the broad beam of moonlight which came streaming into the room, and — for he was a very young man — fancied that each 146 THE IIYMX THAT nELPED. ring framed a ccrtaiu sunny face ; Van Sickles tran(|uilly went on M'itli his pipe : and the cohjnel, clearing liis tliruat by a slight cough, continued: " Now. all this meant a great deal to me, for I had known fruni childhood both Shel- don and the girl whom he was to marry. Aiul I can remember how I wondered, as I knelt there, if it would be my duty to tell her how her lover had gone down at his post. I tell you, boys," and his teeth tightened a bit u[)ou the reed stem of his pipe, " war has a terrilde fascination — I wouldn't willingly wipe away the memory oL the old days in the service — and yet many an exi)erience of mine made me stop to think if, after all, war were W(nth the wdrile. '• But in this case matteis turned otit all rio-ht in the end."' went on the chief, reaching for the jar of tobacco, and extracting a pipe- ful, whicli he slowly ridjbed in the palm of one hand, -and wlien the 'Old llcgimeut marched through the crowdeil streets of Washington, in the grand r^^'view. Bob Shel- don rode along with us — and his straps bore the gold leaves, in place of the silver bars. Yes, he pulled through all i-iglit, and not long THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 147 after we were mustered out, I stood with him in the little church at home, and saw his handsome face light up when Nell — his 'little Nell' — came l)lushing down the aisle to end the long waiting. " You see, the flying splinter of shell that had crushed him down had torn a frightful furrow in his scalp, and had stunned him for a time ; but the skull wasn't fractured, and so, after a few weeks, he came back from hospital to us, strong and hearty, and nearly as handsome as ever. And now, Ned," glanc- ing towards the major, and holding a flaming- match above his freshly filled cob-pipe, " I've demonstrated to you how a band — if it's a good one and judicious in the selection of its music — ^can call a dead man back to life." "But the fight, sir?" asked Van Sickles, from his lounging-place upon the cusliions ; " how did the fight come out ? " "• Why, that's so ! I forgot to mention how the affair ended," said the colonel, rising with a yawn. " Sam, j'ou tell 'em ; you know as much as I do about the rest of it." "Wal, I dunno's tliar's much more t' tell," drawled the old gunner, in response to tliis 148 THE HYMX THAT HELPED. command. '' Fact is, tliar wani't much fightin' a'ter tlT reg*ineiit"d got through with its praise-meetin". Ye see, soon's th' oF gineral heard tli' sound o' th' guns down Ashford way, he started a coujile o* troops an' our batt'ry a-jumpiu', an* Ave met Cun'l Burleigh's messenger on th' road. Wal, we sweat our teams some, an' got down thar real suddin ; an' 'fore we'd done enough firin' t' heat th' guns, th' rebs pulled out o' th' clear- in', hoss, foot, an' artill'ry — only thar warn't no lioss — an' took 'emselves off out o' th' way." "Yes, tliat was the way it ended,'' said the chief, as Sam closed his official report of the action. " And now Ave must be getting along towards bed. Don't set too stiff a })ace for us, Ned, in the j^arade ; for all of the old boys aren't so able-bodied as I am, and to-morrow there'll be many a man in the Grand Army who'll have a hard struggle betAveen pride and stiffened joints. "Wonder Avhy I lighted this pipe ! Well, it's late, and I'm going to risk being caught on the street Avith it. Good-night, Sam." " What's become of your man Sheldon, since the war ? " asked Van Sickles, as THE HYMN THAT HELPED. 149 the little party picked its way down the stairs. " I've lost him," replied the colonel, in an altered tone. " It's a long story, Van, and a sad one. Some other time, perhaps, I'll tell you ; but not now." THE SEVENTH MAJOR THE SEVENTH MAJOR. I WAS a-tryin'," Sam once medita- tively remarked, up in The Battery,, as he straightened himself up after carefully depositing a fresh log upon the blazing fire, — "I was a-tryin' t' figger out how many majors we've got now. Startin' at th' top, thar's three real majors, which are three ; then thar be th' surg'n — he bein' also a major likewise — comin' t' four; then th' sargint-major an' drum-major totals her up t' six — an' then in comes Major Larry Callahan, at th' wind-up, makin' sev'n. Sev'n majors ! Tol'able gen'rous outfit fur one reg'ment, hain't it ? " Well, yes — I suppose it is ; and yet all seven of our majors ably fill their positions, while Major Larry Callahan certainly fills Jiis to the brim. He never was enlisted, and his name has no place between the heavy leather covers of 154 THE SF.VENTTT MAJOR. the paymaster's elierished roll-book, and yet lie is just as miich a part of the regiment as the colonel commanding, or for that matter, as the adjutant — and everybody hnows Ivow big a man a gold-corded adjutant considers liimself. Why, I hcniestly believe that Colonel Elliott — - at such times as it seems good to parade the Third, to exhibit the power of the Commonwealth's " Strong Right Arm" — never would tliink of crivinor the order to start into motion his seven hundred men unless he first had made sure that Larry Avas at Ids post in front of the big bass-drum. " Is Mulcahy in the ranks ? " asked Hancock at Gettysburg. " He is ? Then let the battle proceed I '" — and that rather well illustrates our feelings in regard to our seventh major. It was two years ago last June when he came to tis. "VVe just had topped off a week of hard work in camp by a long, hot parade through the dusty streets of the cit}-, and six of our twelve C(Tmpanies had been dismissed to take trains for their out-of-town stations, while the rest of the regiment, with the drum-corps and the band, had marched up town to the big armory. How he got by the THE SF.VENTH MAJOR. 156 sentry at the door is more than I can tell, but somehow he managed it ; I dare say he "sneaked it" in, under cover of the big drum which afterwards became his idol. Captain Tom Stearns, of " A," had turned his company over to his first sergeant, and stood mopping his forehead with his hand- kerchief, as he watched his men slowly filing through the door of the drill-hall on their way upstairs to quarters, when he felt a tug at the skirts of his coat and lieard a hoarse little voice demanding, " C'n I get a job carryin' de drum — say, can't I, mister ? I c'n tote it jus' 's well's dat coon youse got dere, an' I'd match d' rest o' de men better." The captain looked down, and discovered, about at the level of his belt, a fiery red head, crowned by the ruin of a once-white straw hat ; while a snub nose, an enormous mouth, a lavish display of freckles, and a twinkling pair of impish gray eyes made up the promi- nent features of the face upturned for his inspection. " How in time did you get in here ? " politely asked Stearns, taking the intruder by the ear, and entirely ignoring his re- quest. 156 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. " Follied de band, same's youse did. Le' go me ear, will yer ! Say, c'n I carry de drum ? " "No, you can't. Now, 'bout face — aud march!'''' replied the captain, releasing the boy's ear. "Look out for the guard at the door, or he'll make a pincushion of you when you go by him." The ragged little urchin turned away, his face puckering into a mass of wrinkles in which a fair share of the freckles disap- peared, dug a dirty fist into each eye, and started towards the door. " Here, come back for a minute ! " called Stearns, who, though dusty, hot, and tired, felt some compunction for his roughness, and in amends meditated the offering of a dime. " What are you crying about ? " " I ain't cryin' ; an' I wanted de job — an' I'm hungry," said the boy, stopping and turn- ing about. " You were crying ; and you can't have the job — and if you're hungry, why don't you go home to get a bite to eat, instead of hanging around processions '^ " said the cap- tain, thrusting his hand into his pocket in search of a peace-offering. THE SEVENTH MA JOB. lo7 " Ain't got no home t' go to," came the brief but comprehensive reply. " Haven't, eh ? What's your name ? " " Callahan — Larry Callahan," replied the imp, coming a step nearer. " Say, ivhy can't I carry de drum? Dat coon's clo'es would jus' about fit me, an' I sli'd t'ink de fellies would ruther 'sooiate wid me dan wid him." This novel view of the fitness of things seemed to come home with considerable force to the tall captain, for he grinned and said, " Well, I'm not sure that there isn't something in that view of the situation. Come along upstairs with me. I've got to shift out of my uniform, and after that I'll see what I can do for you. I'm hungry my- self, and I've a faint suspicion that I'm also thirsty, so I can sympathize with you to a certain extent. Come along, ' Major ' — we'll go foraging later." In the company rooms there was tumult, as there always is when sixty men find them- selves jammed into a confined space and simultaneously making the attempt to change from the blue of the soldier to the plainer and better-fitting costume of the civilian. Belt buckles clattered, locker doors slammed, and 158 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. now and again a, stray l)ar f»f the latest pop- ular song brought forth either a rousinsr c-liorus or else a I'oar of derision loud enough to drown all other sounds. Conversation, though rather fragmentary, M'as plentiful and generously spiced, for the week in camp had supplied the men with a brand-new stock of o-arrs and guys, and a torrent of chaff, in which no one escaped, was raging unchecked. " Who'll get the grand bounce for running the guard last Thursday night ? " roared a voice, just as the captain and his new-found acquaintance reached the door of the com- pany quarters ; and, " Smith — Private Smith! " came back the answering yell. " Yes, and the captain's got a recruit for your place, me boy," said a man standing near the door of the equipment-room, catch- ing sight of Stearns' guest. " Come here. Smithy, and get onto the new un that's going to stuff out your uniform." Stearns cauglit this last remark and smiled at it, for he had found recent occasion to " read the riot act " to one Private Smith, and he remembered having said that he might feel compelled to give that unruly warrior's uni- form to some man more worthy of filling it. THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 159 In the snug' officers' dressing-room the two lieutenants M'ere engaged in freeing them- selves from their heavy, uncomfortable dress- coats. Both looked up as the captain entered, and both laughed when he said, " Gentlemen, I have the honor of presenting Major Larry Callahan, who has inspected the regiment, and expresses complete satisfaction at its apparent efficiency. He more especially dwells upon the soldierly bearing of the drum-corps, though he criticises the complex- ion of the musician at the forward end of the boomer-drum, making the point that the presence of this black sheep among our tune- ful lambs is in doubtful taste. I might add that he aspires to the position himself. Harry," to the second lieutenant, " you're smoking a cigarette ! It's a nasty and often fatal habit — and you may give me one. It's the first article of war that a junior officer always must set 'em up for his superiors." Stearns lighted the cigarette which this gentle hint brought forth from his subaltern's case, hung his heavy helmet upon a project- ing gas-burner, and began leisurely to strip himself of his trappings. " Where did vou get it ? " asked the senior 160 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. Jieuteiiaiit, nodding :it Larry, and then turn- ing to deposit liis sword and belt in his locker. " He introduced liuuself to me, down in the hall," replied the captain, sighiug contentedly as he flung his coat, with its row of jingling marksman's medals, across the nearest chair. " I'm to have the pleasure of his company at lunch, as soon as T can get into street costume. I crave food, and — by the Great White La- bel ! — I crave pure, sparkling, cold water, or anything cold and wet,'* and he softly hummed to himself, " No-bod-y knows how dry-I-ani I " " Then you'll not c(nne over to the club witli us ? " asked the younger lieutenant, ruefully. " T know it seems a journey — way across town on a day like this — but we'd counted on your coming. Westbrook, of the Fourth, is going to meet us, and possibly Van Sickles will be there. Can't you fix it ? " " No, not to-day, boA's," said the captain, taking from his locker a straw hat and plac- ing it upon his head, with a mental compari- son between its weight and that of his stiff, spiked helmet ; " I can't do it to-day. I'm THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 161 going to the hotel for a bite, and then I'm bound straight for home — ^and a tub. Well, so-long ! Remember, I must see you both here to-morrow afternoon — say, at half-past four. Come on, Major," and with a nod to his lieutenants he left the room. The two younger men winked at each other, when the captain had disappeared, and the junior found occasion to remark, " Isn't he the gaudy old crank ! Always picking up some curio or other — but this last 'find' of his comes near beating 'em all, eh ? " " It's one of his original ways of amusing himself," said the other, stepping to the mir- ror to adjust his tie, "• and I dare say he enjoys it — but it isn't every one that could afford to go 'round in that way, with a dirty little ruffian tagging along at his heels. Come, Harry, aren't you ready yet ? Well, get a gait on you, then — we don't want to keep Westbrook in agony any longer than necessary." Over at the hotel, Stearns put his guest through a vigorous course of soap-and-towel exercise, and then ushered him into the gen- tlemen's cafe. To be sure, the waiters stared a bit when the tall captain and his dilapi- dated follower took possession of a table ; but 162 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. Stearns was a friMiuent and liberal patron, and so — in spite of the exceedingly doubt- fnl social standing of his companion — ^his order received prompt and willing attention. In the attack upon the food the lionors were easy, but I'm reasonably sure that Larry gave good account of himself, for Fve had the privilege of seeing him eat, in his company mess at camp, and so I'm able to vouch for his ability as a trencher-man. So long as anytliing eatable remained on the table, conversation languished, but when the last crumb had disappeared — a matter to which Larry [irobubly attended — the captain called for a glass of Kiimel-and-ice, lighted a cigar, and said, " Well, INIajor Callalian, I trust that good digestion may be })leased to attend your ap[)etite. How are you feeling — well lined ? " " By Jinks ! " responded liis guest, drawing Ins forefinger across his throat, " me tank's loaded 'way up t' here. Dat was dandy grub, de bes' I ever got." ^' Can't you go something more ? " asked Stearns, much gratified at the spirit in which liis hospitality had been received. " No-o, I'm 'fraid I couldn't fin' de room," THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 163 said the little fellow, slowly and with an air of deep regret. " I'd like t' 'commodate yer, but me 'commodations is all took up." " If that's the case, then," said the captain, raising his glass to inspect the icy film with which its exterior had become coated, " we'll indulge in a gentlemanly cliat. You're sure there's nothing else you want ? " " Well, I smokes,'" was Larry's suggestive response to this last question, " an' if youse 've got a cig'rette — " "No, you dont smoke," jjut in the captain with some emphasis ; " at least, you don't smoke here." "Jus' 's yer say, o' course," replied his guest. " I don't care much 'bout it — on'y I fought p'r'aps 'twould be sort o' comp'ny t' yer." " Well, it wouldn't be,"' said Stearns, push- ing his chair a trifle farther away from the table. " And now. Major, suppose you tell me something about yourself. You say you've no home — what's the reason ? " The boy took a big gulp of water, hesi- tated for an instant, and then — catching the kindly expression in the captain's eye — rested his elbows upon the table, and told his 164 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. stoiy : how lie never had known a father ; how liis mothei' had been sent away for a long teiin at the women's reformatory ; and how he liiiuself had been consigned to the fostering care of an '• Institution," but had managed to evade the oilicer who liad been sent to conduct liim to it. " I s'pose rd oughter ha' went t' de ' Home,' " admitted Larry, as he concluded his brief and jiltiful liTc's liistorv ; "• but, hones", I couldn't stan' it t" live de M'av dem kids does. Dey gets dei-e free meals a day, an' has a place t' sleep — but dat's de whole of it. An' as fer fun, why, what does deij know 'bout fun ? Nothin' ! Jus' youse look at 'em sometime, an' see what a peej)y-looking lot dey is. Huh I dey ain't got no guts at all ! " and with this inelegant summing-up of the moral effects of charity-rearing he dismissed as absurd any possibility of his subjecting himself to its tender mercies. Captain Stearns heard the boy through, and then for a few minutes sat thoughtfully smoking. Finally he fixed his eyes upon the little gamin, and abruptly asked, " Larry, are you honest ? " " Yessir," replied the boy promptly, meet- TBE SEVENTH MAJOR. 165 ing unfalteringly the captain's glance, " Yessir, I'm dead on de square, an' if 'twasn't dat I'm tryin' t' keep clear o' de ' Home,' I'd jus' 's lives walk up t' any copper in town." " That's business," said Stearns, "and I'm glad to hear you say so. Now, I'm going to give you some money, to keep you running until tomorrow," — with this he drew out a handful of change, — " and if you're playing a square game with me you'll meet me to- morrow noon, at the armory. Ask for Cap- tain Stearns, and they'll let you in. I'm not sure that I can do anything for you — I can't today, at any rate — but we can talk over the situation. Is it a go ? " " Yep, I'll be wid youse," said the boy, hesitatingly taking the money which his en- tertainer pushed across to him. " A quarter, an' ten's t'irty-five — an' t'ree nick'ls is a ha'f ! " he went on, inspecting the tokens of the captain's munificence. " Gee-cricketty ! w'at'll I do wid all de wealt'? Somebody'll be marryin' me fer me forchune, 'f I ain't careful ! " " You needn't spend it all, unless you have to," said Stearns ; " and if you have any of it left, when you meet me tomorrow, I shall 166 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. think all the better of you. See here," he went on, yielding to a sudden whim, and tossing over a bill as he spoke, " suppose you put on a little style, and pay for this lunch of ours . I Larry's eyes twinkled as he clutched at the bill, and liis mouth twisted itself into a grin of alarming proportions, but in an instant he assumed an air of unruffled com- posure, and beckoning to the waiter he inquired, " Sa-ay, cully, w'at's de taxes on dese 'freshments ? '' The astonished waiter, check in hand, for a moment stood glancing back and forth from the captain to the ragged but unabashed urchin. But Larry, waving the bill in his face, demanded, " Have youse b'en drinkin' ? I axed youse de damage on de whole layout ! " " Yas, sail," at length said the bewildered colored man, laying the check before the boy, " I heerd yo' ! " " Den dafs all right,"' said Larry, picking up the check and glancing at it, only to break out with, " Wat ! Two dollars an' a quarter? Why, I seen a place, on'y dis mornin', where dey gives youse a square meal — ' de bes' in de city,' it said on de sign — fer twenty cents ! " THE SEVENTH MA JOE. 167 " I think the check is correct," put in Stearns, smiling at the indignant expression on Larry's face and the disgusted look of the waiter. " Pay up — you're not being cheated." After matters had been adjusted satisfac- torily, the captain rose, held out his hand to his guest, and said, "Well, my boy, I must be going. Hope you enjoyed your lunch as well as I did mine. You'll drop in on me to- morrow, eh ? " " Sure ! " replied the major, as he hunted for a pocket secure enough foi the retaining of his suddenly acquired riches. " T'anks fer de grub, an' I'm 'bliged fer all dis mon'. An' say," coaxingly, " youse must have pull enough fer t' get me de place on de drum." " I'm afraid I can't promise you that," said the captain, stopping as they reached the street, " for the drum-corps is rather outside my command. Well, I turn off here — good- bye, until tomorrow noon, Major." The next forenoon Captain Tom varied his customary Sunday routine by taking a stroll through a quarter of the city with which he had but slight acquaintance, and casually dropping in at the station house of 168 TUE SEVENTH MAJOR. the precinct wherein Larry claimed former residence. A short chat with the lieutenant behind the rail brought out a number of unedifying facts about the lad's parentage, but Stearns found that his protege had kept to the truth in telling his story ; and so, con- siderably encouraged, he took a cab and went to meet his appointment at the armory. Promptly at noon IMajor Larry reported with an elaborate sweep of the hand evi- dently meant to represent a military salute, and witli a most expectant grin upon his mo- bile features. " On time to a minute, that's proper," said Captain Tom, drawing out the sliding book-shelf of his desk, and utilizing it as a resting-place for his long legs. "Sit down, Larry, and we'll have a conference of the powers. How did your ' wealt" hold out?" Silently, but with a splendid air of pride, the boy drew a handful of coins from his pocket, came over to the captain's desk, and spread out his capital for inspection. Stearns counted the collection, and found that it aggregated eighty-two cents. " H'm ! so you're a young Napoleon of finance ? " he said, as the little fellow put THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 169 back the money into his pocket. '' Well, tell me how you managed it." " It was dis way," explained Larry, balanc- ing himself on the back of a chair : " t' start wid, I had de ha'f youse gin me ; an' den I went into de papey biz, and sol' enough t' make twenty cents more. Now, dat was 'velvet' — dem two dimes was — an' so I went t' pitchin' pennies wid de Pie Alley gang, an' I win t'irty more, makin' an even ekimole. Well, I 'stood' on dat, 'cause I tvasn't takin' no chances ; an' I've got de Btack, 'ceptin' free cents I give Reddy Burns fer a shine, and fifteen w'at I blew In on me breakfus'. I slep' wid Reddy las' night, y' know, an' so I paid 'im fer me lodg- in' by iettin' 'im black me boots — which wasn't no snap fer 'im, 'cause one o' dem boots is a cloth 'un, an' he kep' shinin' fer an hour 'fore he c'd get it t' glitterin'." " Where did you get your supper ? " in- quired Stearns, leaning back in his chair and laughing at Larrj^'s report of his business transactions. " Oh, I didn't want much supper, 'cause it was so late when you an' me was eatin'," re- turned the major, jingling his coins in his 170 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. pocket, "but I matched wid Slinky Smith fer a piece o' pie, down in de alley, an stuck'm. Say, ril give back dat ha'f, if youse want it — an' how 'bout de drum ? " Well, Larry failed to get the position his soul coveted — at least, at that time — but when, after being in executive session for more than an hour, the Conference of the Powers adjourned, he had been appointed " Company Kid " for " A " ; and on the Monday night following he duly was in- troduced to the men, and was installed formally in office. From that day until now his popularity steadily has o-rown greater — " and for good cause." He has an inexhaustible fund of Irish wit, by but one generation removed from The Sod, and sharpened to the keenest edge by the sort of life he has led. He is a tower of strength in his command of modern Arabic, that weird patois which reaches its full power and beauty only in the streets of a great city. He can sing, after a fashion, and his ability to " do a dance act " is unquestioned, for when he executes the steps it is witli an air of impressive earnestness and solemnity that never fails to bring down the house. In fact, THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 171 since his advent, when we in the staff-room hear a yell of delight come echoing down the stairs and along the corridors, we grin sympa- thetically one to another, and say, " Larry's at it again — the little devil ! " He is clever, too, at all sorts of things over which the volunteer hates to fuss, and many a dime comes his way in return for his skill in polishing buttons and brasses for the lazy men of the company — and " A," with fifty- eight enlisted men upon its rolls, boasts of an aggregate of fifty-seven who always are " in fatigue," the remaining one being the tire- less first-serofeant. Yes, it was a great and ruby-lettered day for "A" — the day when Larry came to it — and in all its long history its quarters never were kept so neat and clean, and its officers and men never were entertained so well as they have been since he began his genial reign. And it was a great day for the regi- ment when our "seventh major" joined — for Stearns' nickname of " Major " Callahan has been adopted officially — because Larry's fame has gone abroad in the land, and his deeds have added new lustre to the name of the Third. 172 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. Larry had been with us a little over a year when his great opportunit}'' came to him. It was on a certain night when " A " had made arrangements for a smoke-talk, up in quar- ters — for Captain Stearns had met at his club one Lieutenant Hackett, of the regular cavalry, whom he had induced, after much patient persuasion, to come over to the armory and informally talk to the boys on the de- lights and discomforts of chasing Lidians around through the Bad Lands. Now, much as Larry respected his own corps, he held the regulars in even higher esteem, for he always had heard " The Army " held up as a pattern of all that is, in a mil- itary sense, good-and-holy and generally worthy of imitation by the hard-working and much-cursed-at volunteer. So when it came to his ears that a regular officer — and one, too, who actually had seen holes shot through people ! — really was going to honor his domain by his presence, he went to work with even greater energy than he had dis- played at inspection time, and accomplished a house-cleaning such as would have warmed the heart of any New England matron to witness. THE SEVENTH MAJOR, 173 First he swept the floor, and then he dusted from the furniture the dust which had been raised by that operation, and then he swept up again the dust wliich the dusting had caused to return to the carpet — and then he paused, reflecting that, in the nature of things, he might continue this alternation forever unless he stopped. So, after a final dusting, he bent his energies to the arrangement of the chairs, marshalling them in ranks of military rigidity, and squinting critically along each row — muttering, " Back in de center, dere ! " or " Up on de left, dad-gast-yer-shoulder-blades ! " as he rectified the alignment. Then he polished the glasses of the pictures which form the nondescript art-gallery of the com- pany ; and finally he put the crowning touch to his afternoon's work by brushing the plush cushions of the great, carved chair in which the captain seats himself on occasions of state and ceremony. He had been so busy that he had allowed his supper-hour to slip by unheeded, and "when he happened to glance up at the clock he gave a low whistle of surprise, and said to himself, " Quarter pas' sev'n ? Woiv ! how de time's be'n hurapin' along? Well, I 174 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. s'pose I might's well skip me grub now : de boys'Il be showin' up in less 'n a shake." He had given one last critical glance around the room and was turning towards the door, when his eye fell upon the great, wrought- iron lamp wliich the company rifle-team had won, a couple of years before, in a match with " K," of tlie Fourth, and suddenly he remembered that the oil in it nearl}^ had been burned out. Now, the boys of " A " regard that lamp with particular affection, because it was won in a contest to which they had been egged-on by a series of peculiarly ex- asperating events ; and it has become a time- honored custom of the company to have the lamp a-glovv on every occasion when its members are assembled by night. So I\Ia- jor Larry, knowing that the absence of its cheerful rays would rouse the wrath of the company kickers, picked up the heavy mass of iron, and lugged it into the equipment- room. Here he filled the lamp, polished the chim- ney, trimmed the wick, lighted it, and had raised his burden to carry it back to its place — when, in some unexplained way, he lost his grip upon it, and the whole heavy THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 176 affair went crashing down upon the floor. In an instant the scattered oil was in a blaze, and as Larry stood there, horrified at his mishap, he saw the creeping tongues of flame beginning to lick their way up the varnished woodwork of the nearest lockers. In two jumps he was at the door : a dozen steps more brought him, yelling " Fire ! " at the top-pitch of his voice, out into the corridor — and then there came to him a thought that almost stilled the beating of his heart. "Good Gawd!" he gasped, stopping short in his tracks, "dey's live hundred round o' ca'tridge au' a ten-pound canister o' powder in de nex' locker to de one dat's burniu' — an' de door's locked ! Oh, what'll I do — whafll I do ! " Well, here's what he did do — and we have fallen into the way of believing that no man could have done much better work. On the wall of the company room, in the midst of a col- lection of flint-lock muskets and other anti- quated contrivances for achieving wild shots, hung a heavy axe, a relic of the ante-bellum days when "A" — at that time an inde- pendent company — added dignity to its 176 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. parades by maintaining a small but ferocious- looking pioneer corps. Rushing in from the hallway, Larry tore this long-disused imple- ment from its hooks, and daslied with it back into the equipment-room. By this time the flames had gained a fair start, and the blazing ■woodwork was crackling merrily, while the air was heavy and suffocating from the smoke of the burning oil and varnish. With a single blow of the axe Larry sent the flimsy locker-door crashing from its hinges, and then, stooping down, he felt around for the powder can. The locker was empty ! " Yah ! yer jay,'" he snarled at himself, as the smoke choked him ; '' yer poor, dam' jay — it's de Jiex' one ! " and he snatched up the axe, swung it again, and splintered the burn- ing door of the adjoining locker. This time he hit his mark, for after an in- stant of frantic groping in the thick smoke, he got his hands upon the canister and flung it far from him, out into the room beyond. Then, by an effort almost superhuman, he dragged out the heavy, wooden case of cart- ridges, staggered with it through the flame and smoke — and fell in a dead faint across TUE SEVENTH MAJOR. 177 it, just as he cleared the threshold. And there, not five seconds later, the armorer found him, when he came rushing into the room with a line of stand-pipe hose, by, the agency of which the blaze speedily was con- quered. Poor little major ! His hands and face were cruelly burned, his thick crop of curly, red hair was wofully singed, and he had inhaled smoke enough to demoralize utterly his breath- ing-machinery. The firemen — for whom, upon hearing Larry's shout of alarm, the ar- morer had stopped to telephone — tenderly bore the lad downstairs to the staff -room ; and just before the first of " A's " men strolled into the building an ambulance rolled away from the door, bearing the still unconscious form of the company kid. Around the armory, that night, conversa- tion was carried on in rather quiet tones, and nobody talked much except of Larry and his heroism. As soon as Stearns came in he was told of what had happened, and sending im- mediately for a cab he drove off post-haste to the hospital, leaving his lieutenants to receive his Army guest. In half an hour he was back again, with word that Larry, though badly 178 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. burned and in great pain, was in no immedi- ate danger — at which bit of news there came an audible sigh of relief from the men who had crowded around him. And then some one sung out " Hooray ! " and the rest came in with a shout that set the window panes to rattling. Lieutenant Hackett was unfortunate in his audience that evening, for tlie boys — though they listened with studied politeness to his remarks — had something else upon their minds. But he got as much applause as any one could wish, when — at the close of his talk — he said, " Congress awards a IMedal of Honor to those in the Army who perform deeds of exceptional bravery, and I can recall a long list of those who have received the decoration ; but I wish to say that I can call to mind no instance of purer grit than that displayed today by your unlucky little com- rade." It certainly seemed a long time before Larry came back to us, but one night he turned up in our midst, as happy as ever and nine or ten degrees prouder than a colonel on the Gover- nor's staff — for Stearns had fitted him out with a complete drum-corps uniform, made THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 179 expressly for him, and Colonel Elliott had used his influence to make for his especial benefit a vacancy at the advance-end of tlie big drum. The affairs of the regiment ran more smoothly after his return, and I can remember the change in the aspect of "A's" men — for Larry was himself again, and funnier than ever. But there was still more glory awaiting him. About two weeks after he had " re-joined," we had a battalion-drill in the big hall, and after it a dress parade. The companies had got wind of what was coming, and the ranks were full. It was Larry's first appearance with the drum-corps, and when the field music "sounded-off" along the line, the air with which he stepped out lacked little of being superb. The adjutant had received tlie reports and published the orders, when the colonel, in a low tone, said a word or two to him which caused him to face about and walk along the front of the battalion to the spot where Larry was standing, stiff as a post, among the musi- cians. In a moment he returned, bringing the bewildered lad with him, and then the colonel stepped a pace forward to meet him, 180 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. and pinned upon his breast a bronze Maltese cross, inscribed : "A" Co., 3rd Infantry TO garvvj (Callahan FOE DISTINGUISHED BRAVERY. And beside this simple decoration he fastened the regimental badge, brilliant ^ith its glit- tering gold and bright enamel — a tribute from the officers of the field and staff. Of course tlie colonel made a little speech, but it was a short one and the words were simple. As lie finished he shook hands with the boj, and then brought the battalion to a " carry," after wliich he called out, " Present : arms ! " Up with a snap came the long line of rifles ; down drooped the colors until their golden fringes touched the floor; the flashing blades of the officers rose and fell — and little Larry Callahan had ])ecn saluted by the crack regi- ment of the Old Commonwealth! " Now, adjutant," said Colonel Elliott, when the line again stood at attention, "just take Major liarry to the left of the line and march THE SEVENTH MAJOR. 181 him along the front to the right, so that all the men can see him. Chin in, Larry, my boy — and keep a stiff upper lip ! " The boy said never a word, but saluted and then started off with the adjutant. For a time discipline went into eclipse: the men yelled "//// Hi!^^ and thumped their rifle-butts upon the floor, until the great hall shook to its very foundations — while the officers not only neglected to check the uproar, but even went so far as to help in swelling it. Larry stood it all like a Spartan, tramping along with eyes to the front and head well up, until he came abreast of the center, where "A" stood in line, with the colors. But here he broke down, hid his face behind the adjutant's arm, and sobbed as though his heart would burst, when the sixty men — his friends and comrades, every one of them — broke into a wild yell of applause as he came before them. Well, that ended the ovation ; for Captain Stearns, seeing at a glance that the strain had been too heavy for the boy to bear, raised his hand in a warning gesture to his men, picked up the little hero, swung him up upon his shoulder, and marched with him straight 182 THE SEVENTH MAJOR. along the line and then ont of the hall, leav- ing his company to take care of itself as best it might. And yet, so far as my knowledge goes. Colonel Elliott never has taken the slightest notice of this most un-military pro- ceeding of the captain's ! CONCERNING VALUE OF SLEEP CONCERNING VALUE OF SLEEP. OVER the mantel in Major Pollard's smoking-room, in a heavy, elaborately carved frame, there hangs a colored photogravure of De Neiiville's " Une Pi§ce en Danger^'' that terrible group — outlined against a gray background of battle-haze — of rearing, plunging horses, and of fiercely fighting German cavalrymen and French gunners, surging in desperate struggle around a limbered gun. Many a time I've sat and looked up at it, idly wondering -whether the troop of Cuirassiers, dimly visible in the drifting smoke at the right, would come rushing into the rumpus in time to save the battered handful of artillerymen and the piece to which they so grimly and absurdly 186 CONCERNING THE cling. But all this is neither here nor there : for the picture tells its own story — while the story I liave in mind to tell is quite another one. It's not a very thrilling story. In fact, I doubt if it will have much interest for any one outside the regiment ; but it will please Pollard to see it in cold, black type, and I'm indebted to him for so many comfortable hours, passed in the fragrant atmos])here of that same smoking-room of his, that I gladly take this opportunity to even up in the mat- ter of obligations. It so happens that these are times of peace, and — though there are a few of us who childishly consider that the very peacef ulness of the times affords a most excellent oppor- tunity to prepare for war — the tranquillity of everything bids fair to continue undis- turbed. But even in quiet days something in the blood of the Anglo-Saxon craves rivalry and contention, and so from year to year we of the volunteers get together and shoot — projecting much lead at remote bulls- eyes, in order to find out who are the most disgracefully erratic marksmen. Now, in these days the soldier who cannot VALUE OF SLEEP. 187 shoot — however pleasing to the eye he may be — is of no earthly sort of use. Pollard can shoot. On battalion drill he sometimes may find himself at a loss for just the proper command ; and once, in earlier days, I heard him dh-ect his astonished company to execute " Right forward, fours left ! " — but there is no denying that he can shoot. To the scroll-work on the bottom of the great carved frame enclosing the picture of which I have spoken, there is fastened a bevelled, gilded panel, very modestly lettered in black, " LAST SHOT, 1890 : " and this ideally simple inscription commemorates a shot which — if not " heard 'round the world " — has not yet ceased to be remem- bered whenever, in the company-rooms of the Third, men drift into rifle-talk. Pollard was not always a major. It was only last October, when, in the nature of things, leaves were falling freely, that two pairs of bright, golden ones found a resting- place upon his broad shoulders. Back in '90, he was captain of "M" Company; and one night, early in September of that year, he found himself badly out of sorts at the news that one of the best men on his com- 188 CONCERNING THE pany rifle-team liad slipped, fallen, and gone into temporan' retirement with a broken wrist. " It's too blistering bad ! " said Pollard, as, late that night, he stood upon the steps of the armoiT and scowled out into tlie darkness. " Even with Harvey on the team, we had no sure thing — ' H ' is shootinsr so like sin! — but now I don't \ino\y ^vhere we are. Well, Johnny, you'll have to do your cleverest, and perhaps we'll get there in spite of you." " Thanks ! " said the younger officer, thus addressed. " You're mighty encouraging, aren't you? Well, I've always said that I ought to have been put on the team, and to-morrow I'll prove it. Wow ! how it blows ! " " Yes, it's breezy," assented Pollard, listening to the lively rat-a-tat played by the loose flag-halliards upon the tower-staff, "and later it'll rain. To-morrow, though, "will be a good enough day ; see if it isn't. Come along, my son, it's high time we were getting bedward." " Now, see here, Johnny," he observed, a moment later, stopping at the head of the VALUE OF SLEEP. 189 street, " I've got to make good time to catch my train, but I'll pause to remark that you must go home notv ! Don't color any pipes to-night ; don't take a pencil and go to figuring on the scores, for matches aren't won in that way ; and go to sleep early. Sleep is the all-important thing, and without it you'll not do anything to-morrow. Got all that ? Good-night," and, tossing to his shoulder the rifle he carried, he rapidly strode away. " Humph ! he thinks I can't hold up my end," thought the lieutenant, glancing at the receding figure of his superior ofiicer ; " I'll show him! I'm sorry for Harvey, but I'm inclined to think that his place will be filled tolerably well. Pollard's right, though, about the sleep question. I'd like to play a game or two of billiards, but," heroically, " but — I'll go home." Meanwhile Pollard was hastening towards his train. As he came in sight of the illuminated clock-dial upon the station his rapid walk quickened into a trot ; and the trot, in its turn, gave place to a run when, as he passed in through the wide doorway, he heard the clang of the last gong. How- 190 CONCERNING THE ever, by a spirited dash down the long platform, lie caught the handrail of the last car in the moving train, and swung liimself, panting hut triumphant, upon tlie steps. '' Enemy behind us ? "" inquired the brake- man, pausing in his task of knotting the dangling bell-cord, and glancing down at the uniformed ficrure below him. "Didn't have time to see," said Pollard, laughing at the aptness of the question. "I ran without waiting to find out," and, as the train swung around a curve and rattled over a switch, he lurched through the door- way, and dropped into the nearest empty seat. Fifteen minutes later he found him- self at his destination, and leaving behind him the oasis of brightness formed by the lights of the little station he plunged into the desert of suburban gloom lying bej^ond. It certainly was not a cheerful night to be abroad. The sky was black as a hat, and the wind swept by in gusts that threatened to extinguish the street lamps which, at rare intervals, twinkled along the lonely way. It was early in September, and many of the houses still were closed ; while the lateness of VALJrE OF SLEEP. 191 the hour made those that were occupied seem dark and untenanted. Half unconsciously Pollard began to whistle " The White Cockade," and his step fell as naturally into the cadence of the air as if he were following the regimental drum- corps. A short walk brought him to his own house, — standing shadowy and silent among the surrounding trees, — and, dropping upon the floor of the porch the butt of his rifle, he fumbled in his pocket for his keys. He threw open the door, stepped into the yawning blackness of the unlighted hall, and groped his way along the wall to the electric button which should light the chandelier. He pressed it, but no blaze of light followed the sharp click. Once more he touched the button, and then, when again the light failed to respond, cautiously felt his way along the floor until he stood beneath the chandelier, and, reaching up his hand, found that the gas was turned off. "Hello!" he said to himself. "That's funny — altogether too funny ! I certainly left the gas turned on, ready for the spark," and instinctively he fell back a pace, and then stepped out upon the porch. 192 CON CEIi XING THE '■'■Did I leave the burner like that?" he queried, as he stood peering into the dense shadow before liim. "Blessed if 1 can re- member! Somehow, though, it seems queer,' and, unbuttoning his military great-coat, he slipped his hand beneath its lapel and drew a cartridge from the canvas belt which hung from his shoulder diagonally down across his chest. "I'm not sure that this is a very sandy proceeding,"' he thought, pushing home the cartridge, and with a vicious snap locking behind it the breech-block of his rifle ; "but if anybody's in the house Im going to have an even sliow with him." Balancing his piece in his left hand, he again entered the hall, turned on the gas, touched the button, and when the jet of flame flared up, glanced quickly into the empty rooms on either side. All was as he had left it in the morning; and after intently listening for a moment he closed and bolted the hall door, and went upstairs to his own rooms. Once in the room he called his Den, he took off his great-coat, drew the cartridge from his rifle, and returned it to its place in VALUE OF SLEEP. 193 the long row of leaden-tipped, shining copper cylinders in his ammunition-belt, and tossed the belt upon the lounge. Then he went over to the mantel, picked out from the litter upon it a short, dark brlarwood, and pro- ceeded to comfort himself with smoke. " Humpli ! that was a pretty weak exhi- bition," he grunted, stooping over to unlace his shoes. "Come to think of it, when I went out this morning I found that I'd left the light burning all niglit, and — I remem- ber it now clearly enough — turned off the gas to save the bother of going over to punch the button." He tossed aside his shoes, put on a pair of easy slippers, and lighted a candle. " May as well see that all's tight," he soliloquized, starting on a tour of the silent house; "here goes for ' grand rounds ' ! It is lonesome, with the family across the water. Wish they'd come home ! Can't say I blame the servants for packing up and leaving; but mother'll be wild when she gets my letter telling that they've gone." From room to room, trying the fastenings of doors and windows, he went his rounds. All was secure; so, pausing on his way to 194 CONCERNING THE touch the button extinguisliing the hall light, he slowly climbed the stairs again, locked the door of his Den, and with a yawn flung himself into his easy-chair. For a few minutes he quietly sat thinking; then, taking from his pocket a ])encil, he be- gan to jot down upon the back of an old envelope a series of figures — his estimate of the scores likely to be made in the match of the morrow. " Perhaps we can pull it out/' he muttered, eying the columns of hgures upon the crumpled bit of paper; ^'•perhaps we can; but it'll be cruelly close ! ' H ' is good for almost anything up to five points over centres, and — unless I can get more than I think I can out of Johnny — we're not liable to run much above that. Confound Harvey ! Why couldn't he pick out a more convenient time for breaking himself ? " Here Pollard guiltily started, sprang to his feet, and hastily began to throw off his gar- ments, for the clock in the hall outside had begun to sound off the first of the twelve slow strokes of midnight. " I'm better at preaching than at practising," he thought, grinning at the remembrance of his parting VALUE OF SLEEP. 195 injunctions to his junior ; " I've broken two- thirds of the rules I kiid down for Johnny. Well, I'm an old hand at this business, and even if I've wasted a half-hour or so I shall get enough sleep to put me into shape," with which consoling reilectiou he took a long, parting pull at his pipe, shook the ashes from it, put out the light in the Den, and went into his bedroom adjoining. Taking a revolver from the drawer of the bureau, he tucked it under his pillow ; and after locking the door, leading from the cham- ber into the hall, kicked his slippers across the room, finished his disrobing, and tumbled into bed. " There it comes ! " he drowsily murmured, as a stronger gust of wind was followed by a few scattering drops, and then by a driving dash of rain. " Well, it'll rain itself out before morning ; to-morrow's got to be a good day. H'm ! it's pretty quiet out here ! I'm sick and tired of this suburban business ; think I'll have to set up bachelor- rooms in town, after the family gets back." And with this resolve — which he later carried into effect — he fell asleep, with the fingers of one hand lightly and comfortably resting upon the butt of his pistol. 196 CONCERNING THE For more tlian an hour the raui fell heavily; tlien, as suddenly as it had begun, it ceased. With it the wind died away, leaving a silence so intense tliat when the hall clock gave out two resonant strokes the sound echoed and reechoed through the house. Ten minutes later the deep quiet was broken by a sharp crack, as of splintering wood, and then, for a time, all again was still. Now, Pollard sleeps lightly, and the unusu- al sound, insignificant though it was, started him up upon his elbow, with eyes wide open and ears strained to catch the slightest creak or jar. Three minutes passed. He was about to relax his motionless position of listening, when there came to his ear a muffled noise that made him slij) cautiously, revolver in hand, from bed. " Shoving up a sash, by thunder ! " he said to himself. " It's lucky that I came out, in- stead of going to a hotel as I thought of doing. Let's see what's going on." He crept to the door, pressed his ear to the thin panel, and listened ; but after a few sec- onds he straightened up, and disgustedly ad- dressed himself thus : " See here, Pollard — Captain Pollard ! — what sort of soldier are VALUE OF SLEEP. 197 you ? Your heart's thumjjing so tliat you can't hear anything else, and your knees arc about as near wobbling as they well can be without doing it ! I know you're not afraid — but what is the matter with you ?" Again he put his ear to the door, and this time distinctly heard from below sounds which plainly indicated that some one was at work in the dining-room. " Now, I'd give something," thought the silent listener at the door, " to know just how ray side of this campaign ought to be con- ducted. In the first place, I'd be a heap sight more courageous if I had on my trousers and shoes. I'm no Highlander ; I'm just an ordinary citizen-soldier — and if I've got to go into action I'd much prefer to form for the attack in less light-marching-order than this. But if I leave the door — confound it all ! — I'll lose touch with the enemy. I want my clothes, but I must know what's being done down there." Still keeping to his post at the door he noise- lessly cocked and uncocked his weapon, in order to make sure that the cylinder freely revolved. Below, for a moment, all was quiet ; then came a sound which Pollard interpreted 198 CONCERNING THE to be the metallic clink of hastily gathered silverware. '' That'll keep 'em busy for a moment," he thought, leaving the door, "and I'll have time to put on my armor. Tlure isn't much stuff in the sideboard — only a few spoons and forks. Lucky that we sent the bulk of the silver in to the vaults ! Here are my trousers — and here's one sli})per — where in glory's the mate to it ? Oh, if I only find it I'll make a vow to put my foot-gear, after this, under my pillow every night ! " For an instant longer he cautiously pawed around in the darkness, but the missing slipper refused to be found, and so, half-shod, he crept back to the door to resume his listening. The startled feeling that had come upon him when so suddenly awakened had gone, and he was perfectly cool and determined. "Well, what's the next move?" he asked himself, as he stood listening to the faint sounds below. " So long as I stay here I'm safe enough, but it seems a trifle white- feathery to let 'em have full swing clown there, without lifting a finger to spoil their sport. Of course I can scare 'em out of the house easily enough — a couple of thumps on the floor would do it — but I want a shot VALUE OF SLEEP. 199 for my money. What sort of good were old Bones' ' Emergency Lectures ' ? 1 went to 'em all, last winter, and yet here's an emergency — and I don't know exactly what to do with it!" For a time there had been a cessation in the noises below stairs, but suddenly Pollard became aware of stealthy footfalls, and then the stairs lightly creaked under an ascending tread. " They're coming up ! "' he said to himself; " more than one of 'em, too — I can tell by the sound ! Well, this campaign's planned itself out nowc I'm going to hght on inside lines," and gently disengaging his slippered foot from its encumbrance, he stole barefooted into the outer room, and took his station at the door. " Now, this is going to be almost too easy ; and all because the inspired architect wlio planned this house saw fit to locate a push- button in the wall, just outside ! " thought Pollard, as there came to his ear a subdued whispering which indicated that the intruders had reached the head of the stairs, and had paused for a short consultation, '-ril just try a pot-shot at these gentlemen from inside 200 CONCERNING THE here; and then — when they break for down- stairs — step out, touch up the hglit in the lower hall, and halt "em where they stand," Softly falling back a couple of paces, he pointed his pistol towards the door, and fued. In the confined air of the closed room the report was deafening, and Pollard's ears rang meriily, when — taking it for granted that his visitors must be in full retreat — he sprang to open the door and jmt into execution the remaining part of his plan of operations. In clumsy haste he groped in the darkness for the key ; but at that instant a shot rang out in the hall, and a bullet tore its way through the panel of the door and embedded itself in the opposite wall, making a most unexpected interruption in the programme that he had laid out for himself to follow. " Stay where y' are — d^ yer hear ? — stay w^here y' are," commanded a hoarse voice from without, "while w^e're gettia' clear, or I'll blow yer blasted head off, yer — " here came a burst of abusive profanity that sent Pollard's blood to the boiling-point. " All right ; but get out lively! " said he, still keeping his hand upon the key, but swingfiner to one side in order to be out of VALUE OF SLEEP. 201 direct range of the frail door. At the words, a second bullet came splintering through the Wood, as if to give emphasis to the remarks which so had annoyed liim, and then there followed a noisy rush of feet down the stairs. Without an instant's hesitation Pollard wrenched open the door, jumped into the hall, and calling, " Up with your hands ! " set ablaze the gas in the chandelier below. Midway of the stairs, as he stood in the shadow of the upper landing, he saw the two marauders, who had been checked in their flight by the unexpected burst of light. "Come — up with those hands I^'' said Pol- lard sternly, levelling his weapon, " or I'll blow your blasted — " but the sentence was left incomplete, for with cat-like swiftness one of the men turned and fired at him. But Pollard, heavily built though he is, can be quickness itself when occasion demands, and at the flash of the other's revolver his own weapon spoke sharply, sending a cruel bit of lead ploughing its way through flesh and sinew and bone. With a gasp of pain the man at whom he had fired reeled over against the balusters, and, as his shattered 202 CONCERNING THE arm fell helplessly at his side, his smoking pistol dropped from his grasp and went clattering down the stairway. "Have you got enough?" said Pollard, swinging over his weapon, and covering the unwounded burglar. "There's more of the same sort where tliat came from — if you want it! " ^'•Donf shoot again /" said the second man, throwing up his hands. " We give in ! " "Thereby showing more sense than you've shown yet," returned the barefooted master of the situation, coming forward a few steps. " Now, listen to me. Take your pal down to that big leather chair in the corner of the hall — and don't make any fatal mistake by try- ing to pick up that gun on the stairs! " " And now," he went on, following the doleful procession downstairs, "get his coat off, and see how badly he's hit. Bone's broken, eh? H'ra! that's pretty bad ! Well, get to work to stop the bleeding ; 1*11 tell you how," and under his directions the wounded arm was bandaged up in a rough, though effective fashion. "And what'll I do with you notv?"" said Pollard reflectively, as he stood looking VALUE OF SLEEP. 203 at the two crestfallen intruders. " What's that? ' I shot first ! ' Well, that's so ; but I also shot last — and best. It's no use ; IVe got to turn you over, much as I dislike to do it." Here there came heavy footsteps upon the porch outside, followed by a sharp pull at the door-bell, and Pollard, keeping one eye upon his two bad men, edged to the door and opened it. "Come in," he said politely, as he caught the glitter of a policeman's buttons ; " come in ; but don't feel obliged to club me. In fact, you needn't club anybody ; the row's all over, and we're all friends here." " I'd have been here sooner," said the panting patrolman, reaching into his pocket for his handcuffs, " only when I heard the shooting I ran to the box, and rang in the wagon-call. The team'll be along in a min- ute. Well, you've done a good job here, sir, and I guess you didn't need much help about it, judging by the looks of things." "No, I suppose I didn't," admitted Pollard, shivering slightly as the damp air of the early morning found its way through the thin, white garment which modestly draped 204 CONCERNING THE the upper portion of his person ; " I daresay 1 didn't ; but ten minutes ago, all the same, I wouldn't have refused a small amount of assistance Br-r-r ! Chilly, isn't it ? If you'll stay here and entertain my guests for me, I'll run upstairs for a minute and throw on some more cloth." Stooping to pick up the burglar's revolver, which still lay where it had fallen upon the stairs, he ran up to his room, struck a light, and without bothering over the matter of hosiery, slipped on his shoes. Then he strug- gled into his warm, military coat, lighted a cigar, and descended to the hall, just in time to hear the rapid beat of hoofs and the crunching sound of wheels that told of the patrol-wagon's approach. In a few minutes more all was over ; Pol- lard had told his story to the officers and the few excited neighbors who had ventured out to investigate the cause of the tumult, and the wagon had rumbled away with its two un- willing passengers and their guards. " Well, that's over with and out of the way," said Pollard to himself, after he had made secure the window through which, by forcing off the catch, the burglars had gained VALUE OF SLEEP. 205 entrance i " out of the way for the present, at least : to-morrow, I suppose, I'll have to go through all manner of fuss at the sta- tion — and later I'll be summoned to court to help jug those poor devils for ten years or so apiece. Confound 'em ! why couldirt they have gone to some house where the people were away, instead of stirring me up?" He yawned, and slowly made his way up to his Den, pausing for a minute to inspect the perforated panels of the door. Of the three holes in the woodwork, two were clean- cut and smooth, showing that the lead had gone through from without; the third, ragged and surrounded by splinters, told of the shot that he had fired. " I'll have to get that door patched up be- fore mother comes home," he reflected, as he passed into the room, " or she'll have a most awful attack of nerves when she sees it. Hello ! it's well along towards three o'clock, and — Great Jupiter's thunderbolts ! I'd for- gotten about that match ! " He dropped into a chair, and stared blankly at the carpet. How on earth could he man- age to be in two places at once? He had 206 CONCERNING THE promised to report in the morning at the po- lice-station, and yet he must leave town on an early train with his company team ! " Phew ! I am let in for it ! " he thought. "Here's another 'emergency' not provided against in Bones' lectures. I've ordered the team to report to me at eight o'clock, and if I go over to see the police I can't get to the armor}^ in time. On the other hand, if I fail to show up at the station I'll more than likely succeed in mixing myself up in some unholy legal mess. Now, hozv can I surround the situation ? " It certainly was a perplexing problem : but Pollard is not of those who are prodigal of time in the making up of their minds, and his decision was reached in short order. " I don't know much about law, " said he to himself, as for the second time that night he pulled off his shoes; "but, for the present, the police will have to go to Halifax I Perhaps I'm showing contempt of court, or something else of the sort that will get me into calamity. I can't help it if I am ! I'm going out with the team, even if I land in jail for doing it. Lord ! I'm in fine, fat form for shooting ! To-morrow'U find me — to-day II find me, I mean — as VALUE OF SLEEP. 207 nervous as a Salem witch," and groaning dis- mally at his hard luck, he hunted up an alarm- clock, set it for an early hour, and prepared to snatch what little sleep he yet might be able to get. With a vivid recollection of recent experi- ences he carefully assembled his slippers at the foot of the bed, and then crawled beween the sheets. " I must'nt let the boys know any- thing about this," he reflected, as he lay wait- ing for sleep to come to him ; "it would break 'em up. Let me see, the morning papers go to press somewhere about two o'clock, so the story can't leak out in that way. Well, it's tolerably certain that I'm out of the race. It would take a wooden man to go through a night like this without getting the quivers. I'll be satisfied if I can put my ten shots any- where on the target." Rolling over upon his side he closed his eyes, murmuring, " Glad I winged that fellov/, after all ; he did his best to lay me out, and his remarks were extremely ungentlemanly. Take it all together, it was a pretty lively fray while it lasted. Can't say I'd care to go through another like it — not just yet, any- way." 208 CONCERNING THE After an hour of turning and tossing, Pol- lard succeeded in dropping into a troubled sort of doze ; but, as it seemed to him, he hardly had lost consciousness when the mer- ciless little bell of the alarm-clock began to rattle out its diabolical reveille, compelling him, heavy-eyed and in a most villainous frame of mind, to struggle out from beneath the tangled bedclothes. A plunge into a tub of cold water did something towards freshening him up a bit, but when he buckled on his ammunition-belt and lucked up his rille he swore softly to himself at the day's prospect. However, a quick walk in the crisp air of the September morning sent the blood jumping cheerfully through his veins; and after he had made, at an in-town liotel, a halt lonG: enough for the total destruction of a thick and generous tenderloin of steak, he strode over to the armory in a more confident mood. And the match? Well, it was much like a hundred other matches that have been shot over the same stretch of level, close-cropped greensward : but "IF' shot like sin, and it was a cruelly close thing — as Pollard had thought it would be — from the time when the first VALUE OF SLEEP. 209 bullet was sent singing on its way towards the distant targets, until the last disk had been pushed up from the marking-pit. According to his custom, Pollard coached his team until, except himself, all had fired ; then, with a coolness at which he found him- self wondering, he took his place at the firing- point and prepared to shoot his own score. Shot by shot the sergeant at the blackboard chalked up the results : three centres ; a bullseye ; another lone centre ; two more bullets in the black ; a fifth centre ; a fourth bullseye — and one shot yet to be fired ! With his eyes upon the target. Pollard was slipping a cartridge into the chamber when he felt a touch upon his sleeve, and turning, saw Lieutenant Johnny, flushed with excite- ment, standing beside him. " Polly," whis- pered the youth, with utter forgetfulness of rank and title, " Polly, ' H ' has finished ! Fd never think of doing this with anybody be- sides you — but, to win, you'll have to get a 'bull.' A 'four' isn't going to do the trick, for we'd be outranked on a tie. Yo^c've got to land in the black ! " ."Yes?" said the captain, dryly. "Well, Johnny, fall back — the gun miglit explode, 210 CONCERNING THE you know," and with a last glance at the drooping wind-flags, he stiffened himself into position, gently lined the sights upon the far-off speck of black, and fired. For five breathless seconds, while the little puff of pungent smoke lazily floated away, there was silence ; and then, when the white disk went slowly creeping up over the face of the target to find its rest- ing-place upon the bull's eye, there came from the watching men of '' M " a sharp gasp of relief, followed by an exultant yell of victory. " Steady ! " commanded Pollard, swinging around upon his heel. " What's the matter with you, boys? Do you want to make people think we've never won before?" and, bending over to pick up his lightened car- tridge belt, he walked towards the tents. Late that afternoon, as the members of Pollard's team sat together in the smoker, on their way back to town, a newsboy entered the car. Pollard beckoned him to his side, bought an afternoon paper, and after rapidly running his eye down the columns of the outer page, handed the sheet to his lieutenant. VALUE OF SLEEP. 211 " Holy Smoke ! " said that young man, catching a glimpse of the bold type heading the story of his captain's night adventure, " Is that the way you slept last night ? Well, I'll be— " " You'll be asked to ' send in your papers,' Johnny," interrupted Pollard, with an awful yawn, " if you ever again speak to me when I'm at the firing-point in a match. You came pretty close to queering my score for me, this afternoon. Yes, that's the way I slept last night, and I think I'm beginning to feel it a trifle," whereat he again yawned, and then settled himself more comfortably upon the dusty cushions of the seat. Well, that's all there is to the story. About the picture in Pollard's smoking- room ? Oh, the men of his team gave that to him, thinking that he would like to have something by which to remember the clev- erest shot he ever fired. Over in the big armor}'-, in the company-room of " M," there hangs another picture, just like that one — the trophy awarded by the Commonwealth to the team winning the championship of the regiment. RARK BOOK COLLECTION THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA AT CHAPEL HILL Wilmer 477