StNicholas . Dreadfulthing to make me all this trouble ! But I began to reason full stoutly with poor A* iSSi.) RECOLLECTIONS OF A DRUMMER-BOY. 65 Father. 1 reminded him, first of all, that I wouldnot go without his consent; tliat in two years, andperhaps in less, I might be drafted and sent amongstmen unknown to me, while here was a companycommanded b)- my own school-teacher, and com-posed of acquaintances who would look after me ;that I was unfit for study or work while this feverwas on me, and so on, till I saw his resolutionbegin to give way, as he lit his pipe and walkeddown to the spring
StNicholas . Dreadfulthing to make me all this trouble ! But I began to reason full stoutly with poor A* iSSi.) RECOLLECTIONS OF A DRUMMER-BOY. 65 Father. 1 reminded him, first of all, that I wouldnot go without his consent; tliat in two years, andperhaps in less, I might be drafted and sent amongstmen unknown to me, while here was a companycommanded b)- my own school-teacher, and com-posed of acquaintances who would look after me ;that I was unfit for study or work while this feverwas on me, and so on, till I saw his resolutionbegin to give way, as he lit his pipe and walkeddown to the spring to think the matter over. If Harry is to go, Father, Mother says,had nt I better run up to the store and get somewoolens, and wc II make the boy an outfit ofshirts yet to-night ? Well,—yes ; I guess you had better do so. But when he sees Mother stepping past the gateon her way, he halts her with — Stop ! That boy cant go ! I caiCt give himup! And shortly after, he tells her that she had bet-. im: KIGFMENT srAKTS FOK THR W \ R. ter be after getting that woolen stuff for shirts,and again he stops her at the gate with — Dreadful boy ! Why uiill he make mc allthis trouble ? I can not let my boy go! But at last, and somehow. Mother gets off. Tlie ^OL. IX.—5. sewing-machine is going most of the night, andmy thoughts are as busy as it is, until far into themorning, with all that is before 3ne that 1 havenever seen — and all that is behind mc that I maynever see again. Let mc pass over the trying good-bye the nextmorning, for Joe is ready with the carriage totake Father and me to the station, and we aresoon on the cars, steaming away toward the greatcamp, whither the company already has gone. See, Harry, there is your camp. And look-ing out of the car-window, across the river, Icatch, through the tall tree-tops, as we rushalong, glimpses of my first camp,— acres andacres of canvas, stretching away into the dimand dusty distance, occupied, as I shall soonfind, by some ten o
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