In the days of Poor Richard . f men which had come to besiegeBoston was able to shoot and dig. That is about allthey knew of the art of war. Training had begun inearnest. The sergeants were working with squads;Generals Lee and Ward and Green and Putnam andSullivan with companies and regiments from daylightto dark. Jack was particularly interested in Putnam—a short,rugged, fat, white-haired farmer from Connecticut ofbluff manners and nasal twang and of great animationfor one of his years—he was then fifty-seven. He wasoften seen flying about the camp on a horse. Theyoung man had read of the her
In the days of Poor Richard . f men which had come to besiegeBoston was able to shoot and dig. That is about allthey knew of the art of war. Training had begun inearnest. The sergeants were working with squads;Generals Lee and Ward and Green and Putnam andSullivan with companies and regiments from daylightto dark. Jack was particularly interested in Putnam—a short,rugged, fat, white-haired farmer from Connecticut ofbluff manners and nasal twang and of great animationfor one of his years—he was then fifty-seven. He wasoften seen flying about the camp on a horse. Theyoung man had read of the heroic exploits of this vet-eran of the Indian wars. Their mission finished, that evening Jack and Solo-mon called at General Washingtons headquarters. General, Doctor Franklin told us to turn over thebosses and wagons to you, said Solomon. He didnttell us what to do with ourselves cause twasnt nec-sary an he knew it. We want to enlist. For what term? Till the British are licked. You are the kind of men I need, said Washing-. Cui WolcaTf Odft*w> ADVENTURES IN THE SERVICE 219 ton. I shall put you on scout duty. Mr. Irons willgo into my regiment of sharp shooters with the rankof captain. You have told me of his training inPhiladelphia. 3 So the two friends were enlisted and began servicein the army of Washington. A letter from Jack to his mother dated July 25,1775, is full of the camp color: General Charles Lee is in command of my regi-mient, he writes. He is a rough, slovenly old dogof a man who seems to bark at us on the trainingground. He has two or three hunting dogs that livewith him in his tent and also a rare gift of profanitywhich is with him everywhere—save at headquarters. To-day I saw these notices posted in camp: Punctual attendance on divine service is requiredof all not on actual duty. No burning of the pope allowed. Fifteen stripes for denying duty. Ten for getting drunk. Thirty-nine for stealing and desertion. Rogues are put in terror, lazy men are energized
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