. Jackanapes. with illus. by Randolph Caldecott. napes wrotehome to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the samepurpose to his mother ; namely, to demand her congratula-tions that they were on active service at last, and wereordered to the front. And he added a postscript to theeffect that she could have no idea how popular Jackanapeswas, nor how splendidly he rode the wonderful red charger,whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. *«A» vl> >1* -J-* *&» *^% *T* *^> ^% *T* Sound Retire! A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsi- THE BOY TRUMPETER. 35 bilities and accoutrements
. Jackanapes. with illus. by Randolph Caldecott. napes wrotehome to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the samepurpose to his mother ; namely, to demand her congratula-tions that they were on active service at last, and wereordered to the front. And he added a postscript to theeffect that she could have no idea how popular Jackanapeswas, nor how splendidly he rode the wonderful red charger,whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. *«A» vl> >1* -J-* *&» *^% *T* *^> ^% *T* Sound Retire! A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsi- THE BOY TRUMPETER. 35 bilities and accoutrements beyond his years, and stained,so that his own mother would not have known him, withthe sweat and dust of battle, did as he was bid; and thenpushing his trumpet pettishly aside, adjusted his wearylegs for the hundredth time to the horse which was a worldtoo big for him, and muttering, Taint a pretty tune,tried to see something of this, his first engagement, beforeit came to an end. Being literally in the thick of it, he could hardly have. seen less or known less of what happened in that particularskirmish if he had been at home in England. For manygood reasons; including dust and smoke, and that whatattention he dared distract from his commanding officerwas pretty well absorbed by keeping his hard-mouthedtroop-horse in hand, under pain of execration by his neigh-bours in the melee* By-and-by, when the newspaperscame out, if he could get a look at one before it was D 2 2,6 HIS FIRST BATTLE. thumbed to bits, he would learn that the enemy hadappeared from ambush in overwhelming numbers, andthat orders had been given to fall back, which was doneslowly and in good order, the men fighting as theyretired. Born and bred on the Goose Green, the youngest ofMr. Johnsons gardeners numerous offspring, the boy hadgiven his family no peace till they let him go for asoldier with Master Tony and Master Jackanapes. Theyconsented at last, with more tears than they shed when anelder son was sen
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