. Stories for the household . He was the son oithe royal plate-washer. He was very fond of Peter, and would some°times take him to his home, and he gave him a violin, and taught binto play it. It seemed as if the whole art lay in the boys fingers ; andhe wanted to be more than a drummer—he wanted to become musicianto the town. Ill be a soldier, said Peter; for he was still quite a little lad, andit seemed to him the finest thing in the world to carry a gun, and to beable to march one, two; one, two, and to wear a uniform and a sword. 8o8 Stories for the Household. Ah, you learn to long for the
. Stories for the household . He was the son oithe royal plate-washer. He was very fond of Peter, and would some°times take him to his home, and he gave him a violin, and taught binto play it. It seemed as if the whole art lay in the boys fingers ; andhe wanted to be more than a drummer—he wanted to become musicianto the town. Ill be a soldier, said Peter; for he was still quite a little lad, andit seemed to him the finest thing in the world to carry a gun, and to beable to march one, two; one, two, and to wear a uniform and a sword. 8o8 Stories for the Household. Ah, you learn to long for the drum-skin, drum, dum, duin ! said theDrum. Yes, if he could only march his way up to be a general! observedhis father; but before he can do that there must be war. Heaven forbid ! said his mother. We have nothing to lose, remarked the father. Yes, we have my boy, she retorted. But suppose he came back a general! said the father. Without arms and legs ! cried the mother. No, I would ratherkeep my golden treasure with BOUND FOE THE WAR. Drum, duin, dum! The Fire-drum and all the other drums werebeating, for war had come. The soldiers all set out, and the son of the•drummer followed them. Ked-head. Golden treasure! The mother wept; the father in fancy saw him famous ; the townmusician was of opinion that he ought not to go to war, but should stayat home and learn music. Red-head, said the soldiers, and little Peter laughed ; but when oneof them sometimes said to another Foxey, he would bite his teethtogether and look another way—into the wide world : he did not carefor the nickname. The boy was active, pleasant of speech, and good humoured ; and thatis the best canteen, said his old comrades. And many a night he had to sleep under the open sky, wet throughwith the driving rain or the falling mist; but his good humour neverforsook him. The drum-sticks sounded, Rub-a-dub, all up, all up!Yes, he was certainly born to be a drummer. The day of battle dawned. The sun had no
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