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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Captain Jinks, Hero + +Author: Ernest Crosby + +Illustrator: Dan Beard + +Release Date: September 22, 2006 [EBook #19353] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CAPTAIN JINKS, HERO *** + + + + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Suzanne Shell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" title="cover" id="cover" height="630" width="400" alt="cover" /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p> + + + + + +<p class="figcenter"><br /><br /><br /><br /><a name="frontispiece" id="frontispiece"></a><img src="images/frontispiece.png" title="frontispiece" height="670" width="400" alt="frontispiece" /></p> + +<h4>CAPTAIN JINKS, HERO</h4> +<h6>"SAM WAS TAKEN STRADDLING A CHAIR" <a href="#Page_124">[<i>Page 124</i>]</a></h6> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="images/title.png" title="title" id="title" height="99" width="300" alt="title" /></p> +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>ERNEST CROSBY</h2> + +<h4><i>Author of<br /> +"Plain Talk in Psalm and Parable"</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></h4> + +<h4><i>Illustrations by</i></h4> +<h2>DAN BEARD<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></h2> + +<p class="figcenter"><img src="images/logo.png" title="logo" id="logo" height="61" width="99" alt="logo" /></p> + +<h5><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />NEW YORK AND LONDON</h5> +<h4>FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY</h4> +<p class="center">1902</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h5>COPYRIGHT, 1902,</h5> +<h4>By FUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY</h4> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<p class="center"><i>Registered at Stationers' Hall, London</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<p class="center"><i>Printed in the United States</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 10%;" /> + +<p class="center"><i>Published February, 1902</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4><i>TO</i></h4> +<h3>F. C.</h3> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + + + +<p><span class="pagenum">[Page v]</span></p> + +<h3>CONTENTS AND CARTOONS</h3> + +<table summary="table of contents"> +<colgroup span="3"> +<col width="5%"></col> +<col width="80%"></col> +<col width="15%"></col> +</colgroup> +<tr> +<td class="tdaa">CHAPTER</td> +<td class="tdb"></td> +<td class="tdc">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">I.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_I"><span class="smcap">A Bombshell</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">II.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_II"><span class="smcap">East Point</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">III.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_III"><span class="smcap">Love and Combat</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">IV.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV"><span class="smcap">War and Business</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">V.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_V"><span class="smcap">Slowburgh</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">89</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">VI.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI"><span class="smcap">Off for the Cubapines</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">117</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">VII.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII"><span class="smcap">The Battle of San Diego</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">151</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">VIII.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII"><span class="smcap">Among the Moritos</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">185</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">IX.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX"><span class="smcap">On Duty at Havilla</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">216</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">X.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_X"><span class="smcap">A Great Military Exploit</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">240</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">XI.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI"><span class="smcap">A Dinner Party at Gin-Sin</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">250</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">XII.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII"><span class="smcap">The Great White Temple</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">277</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">XIII.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII"><span class="smcap">The War-Lord</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">310</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">XIV.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV"><span class="smcap">Home Again</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">338</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">XV.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV"><span class="smcap">Politics</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">365</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tda"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">XVI.</a></td> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI"><span class="smcap">The End</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">374</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Page vii]</a></span></p> + +<h3>FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS</h3> + +<table summary="illustrations"> +<colgroup span="2"> +<col width="80%"></col> +<col width="25%"></col> +</colgroup> +<tr> +<td class="tda"></td> +<td class="tdc">PAGE</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#frontispiece"><span class="smcap">Captain Jinks, Hero</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#frontispiece"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"Sam was taken straddling a chair."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page6"><span class="smcap">War's Demand</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page6">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"But what did he want of soldiers?"</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page56"><span class="smcap">The Manly Sport at East Point</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"Starkey stood off and gave him his 'coup de grace.'"</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page120"><span class="smcap">A Blood Brotherhood</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page120">120</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"A big company to grab everything.... The </i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>Benevolent Assimilation Company, Limited."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page206"><span class="smcap">Two of a Kind</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page206">206</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"There are four marks."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page238"><span class="smcap">Consent of the Governed</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page238">238</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"What business have these people to talk about </i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>equal rights?"</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page266"><span class="smcap">Winners of the Cross</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page266">266</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"He got the Victorious Cross in South Africa."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page324"><span class="smcap">The Perfect Soldier</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page324">324</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"The Emperor gave an exclamation of surprise</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i> and delight."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> + +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><a href="#page392"><span class="smcap">Harmless</span>,</a></td> +<td class="tdc"><a href="#page392">392</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdb"><span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>"He sits like that for hours."</i></span></td> +<td class="tdc"></td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Page 1]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</a></h2> + +<h1>A Bombshell</h1> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + +<img src="images/chap_1.png" alt="chap_1" height="277" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 310px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 365px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /> +LESS my soul! I nearly forgot," exclaimed Colonel Jinks, as he came +back into the store. "To-morrow is Sam's birthday and I promised Ma to +bring him home something for a present. Have you got anything for a boy +six years old?"</p> + +<p>"Let me see," answered the young woman behind the counter, turning round +and looking at an upper shelf. "Why, yes; there's just the thing. It's a +box of lead soldiers. I've never seen anything like them before"—and +she reached up and pulled down a large card<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Page 2]</a></span>board box. "Just see," she +added as she opened it. "The officers have swords that come off, and the +guns come off the men's shoulders; and look at the——"</p> + +<p>"Never mind," interrupted the colonel. "I'm in a hurry. That'll do very +well. How much is it?"</p> + +<p>And two minutes later he went out of the store with the box in his hand +and got into his buggy, and was soon driving through the streets of +Homeville on his way to his farm.</p> +</div> + +<p>No one had ever asked Colonel Jinks where he had obtained his title. In +fact, he had never put the question to himself. It was an integral part +of his person, and as little open to challenge as his hand or his foot. +There are favored regions of the world's surface where colonels, like +poets, are born, not made, and good fortune had placed the colonel's +birthplace in one of them. For the benefit of those of my readers who +may be prejudiced against war, and in justice to the colonel, it should +be stated that the only military thing about him was his title. He was a +mild-man<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Page 3]</a></span>nered man with a long thin black beard and a slight stoop, and +his experience with fire-arms was confined to the occasional shooting of +depredatory crows, squirrels, and rats with an ancient fowling-piece. +Still there is magic in a name. And who knows but that the subtle +influence of the title of colonel may have unconsciously guided the +searching eyes of the young saleswoman among the Noah's arks and +farmyards to the box of lead soldiers?</p> + +<p>The lad for whom the present was intended was a happy farmer's boy, an +only child, for whom the farm was the whole world and who looked upon +the horses and cows as his fellows. His little red head was constantly +to be seen bobbing about in the barnyard among the sheep and calves, or +almost under the horses' feet. The chickens and sparrows and swallows +were his playmates, and they seemed to have no fear of him. The black +colt with its thick legs and ruffled mane ran behind its gray dam to +hide from every one else, but it let Sam pat it without flinching. The +first new-hatched chicken which had been given to him for his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Page 4]</a></span> very own +turned out to be a rooster, and when he found that it had to be taken +from him and beheaded he was quite inconsolable and refused absolutely +to feast upon his former friend. But with this tenderness of disposition +Sam had inherited another still stronger trait, and this was a deep +respect for authority, and such elements of revolt as revealed +themselves in his grief over his rooster were soon stifled in his little +heart. He bowed submissively before the powers that be. From the time +when he first lisped he had called his parents "Colonel Jinks" and "Mrs. +Jinks." His mother had succeeded with great difficulty in substituting +the term "Ma" for herself, but she could not make him address his father +as anything but "Colonel," and after a time his father grew to like it. +No one knew how Sam had acquired the habit; it was simply the expression +of an inherently respectful nature. He reverenced his father and loved +his father's profession of farmer. His earliest pleasure was to hold the +reins and drive "like Colonel Jinks," and his earliest ambition was to +become<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Page 5]</a></span> a teamster, that part of the farm work having peculiar +attractions for him.</p> + +<p>In the afternoon on which we were introduced to the Colonel, Sam was +watching on the veranda for his father's return, and was quick to spy +the parcel under his arm, and many were the wild guesses he made as to +its contents. The Colonel left it carelessly upon the hall table, and +Sam could easily have peeped into it, but he would as soon have thought +of cutting off his hand.</p> + +<p>"What's in that box in the hall, Colonel Jinks?" he asked in an +embarrassed voice at supper, as he fingered the edge of the tablecloth +and looked blushingly at his plate.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that?" replied his father with a wink—"that's a bombshell." And a +bombshell indeed it proved to be for the Jinks family.</p> + +<p>The box was put upon a table in the room in which little Sam slept with +his parents, and he was told that he could have it in the morning. He +was a long time going to sleep that night, trying to imagine the +contents of the mysterious box. Not until he had quite made<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Page 6]</a></span> up his mind +that it was a farmyard did he finally drop off. At the first break of +day Sam was out of bed. With bare feet he walked on tiptoe across the +cold bare floor and seized the precious box. He lifted the lid at one +corner and put in his hand and felt what was there, and tried to guess +what it could be. Perhaps it was a Noah's Ark; but no, if those were +people there were too many of them. He would have to give it up. He took +off the cover and looked in. It was not a farmyard, at any rate, and the +corners of his mouth became tremulous from disappointment. No, they were +soldiers. But what did he want of soldiers? He had heard of such things, +but they had never been anything in his life. He had never seen a real +soldier nor heard of a toy-soldier before, and he did not quite know +what they were for. He crept back to bed crestfallen, his present in his +arms. Sitting up in bed he began to investigate the contents of the box. +It was a complete infantry battalion, and beautiful soldiers they were. +Their coats were red, their trousers blue, and they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Page 7]</a></span> wore white +helmets and carried muskets with bayonets fixed. Sam began to feel +reconciled. He turned the box upside-down and emptied the soldiers upon +the counterpane. Then he noticed that they were not all alike. There +were some officers, who carried swords instead of rifles. He began to +look for them and single them out, when his eye was caught by a +magnificent white leaden plume issuing from the helmet of one of them. +He picked up this soldier, and the sight of him filled him with delight. +He was taller and broader than the rest, his air was more martial—there +was something inspiring in the way in which he held his sword. His +golden epaulets were a miracle of splendor, but it was the plume, the +great white plume, that held the boy enthralled. A ray of light from the +morning sun, reflected by the window of the stable, found its way +through a chink in the blind and fell just upon this plume. The effect +was electric. Sam was fascinated, and he continued to hold the lead +soldier so that the dazzling light should fall on it, gazing upon it in +an ecstasy.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page6" id="page6"></a><img src="images/page6.png" title="page6" alt="page6" height="636" width="400" /></p> +<h4>WAR'S DEMAND</h4> +<h6>"BUT WHAT DID HE WANT OF SOLDIERS?"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Page 8]</a></span>Sam spent that entire day in the company of his new soldiers,—nothing +could drag him away from them. He made his father show him how they +should march and form themselves and fight. He drew them up in hollow +squares facing outward and in hollow squares facing inward, in column of +fours and in line of battle, in double rank and single rank.</p> + +<p>"What are the bayonets for, Colonel Jinks?"</p> + +<p>"To stick into bad people, Sam."</p> + +<p>"And have the bad people bayonets, too?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Sam."</p> + +<p>"Do they stick their bayonets into good people?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I suppose so. Do stop bothering me. If I'd known you'd ask so many +questions, I'd never have got you the soldiers."</p> + +<p>His parents thought that a few days would exhaust the boy's devotion to +his new toys, but it was not so. He deserted the barnyard for the lead +soldiers. They were placed on a chair by his bed at night, and he could +not sleep unless his right hand grasped the white-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Page 9]</a></span>plumed colonel. The +smell of the fresh paint as it peeled off on his little fingers clung to +his memory through life as the most delicious of odors. He would tease +his father to play with the soldiers with him. He would divide the force +in two, and one side would defend a fort of blocks and books while the +other assaulted. In these games Sam always insisted in having the plumed +colonel on his side. Once when Sam's colonel had succeeded in capturing +a particularly impregnable fortress on top of an unabridged dictionary +his father remarked casually:</p> + +<p>"He's quite a hero, isn't he, Sam?"</p> + +<p>"A what?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"A hero."</p> + +<p>"What is a hero, Colonel Jinks?" And his father explained to him what a +hero was, giving several examples from history and fiction. The word +took the boy's fancy at once. From that day forward the officer was +colonel no longer, he was a "hero," or rather, "the hero." Sam now began +to save his pennies for other soldiers, and to beg for more and more as +suc<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Page 10]</a></span>cessive birthdays and Christmases came round. He played at soldiers +himself, too, coaxing the less warlike children of the neighborhood to +join him. But his enthusiasm always left them behind, and they tired +much sooner than he did of the sport. He persuaded his mother to make +him a uniform something like that of the lead soldiers, and the stores +of Homeville were ransacked for drums, swords, and belts and toy-guns. +He would stand on guard for hours at the barnyard gate, saluting in the +most solemn manner whoever passed, even if it was only a sparrow. The +only interest in animals which survived his change of heart was that +which he now took in horses as chargers. He would ride the farm-horses +bare-back to the trough, holding the halter in one hand and a tin sword +in the other with the air of a field-marshal. When strangers tapped him +on the cheek and asked him—as is the wont of strangers—"What are you +going to be, my boy, when you grow up?" he answered no longer, as he +used to do, "A driver, sir," but now invariably, "A hero."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Page 11]</a></span>It so happened some two or three years after Sam's mind had begun to +follow the paths of warfare that his father and mother took him one day +to an anniversary celebration of the Methodist Church at Homeville, and +a special parade of the newly organized "John Wesley Boys' Brigade" of +the church was one of the features of the occasion. If Mrs. Jinks had +anticipated this, she would doubtless have left Sam at home, for she +knew that he was already quite sufficiently inclined toward things +military; but even she could not help enjoying the boy's unmeasured +delight at this, his first experience of militarism in the flesh. The +parade was indeed a pretty sight. There were perhaps fifty boys in line, +ranging from six to eighteen years of age. Their gray uniforms were +quite new and the gilt letters "J.W.B.B." on their caps shone brightly. +They marched along with their miniature muskets and fixed bayonets, +their chubby, kissable faces all a-smile, as they sang "Onward, +Christian Soldiers," with words adapted by their pastor:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Page 12]</a></span> +"Onward, Christian soldiers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Gainst the heathen crew!</span><br /> +In the name of Jesus<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let us run them through."</span></p> +</div> + +<p>By a curious coincidence their captain had a white feather in his cap, +suggesting at a considerable distance the plume of the leaden "hero." +Sam was overcome with joy. He pulled the "hero" from his pocket (he +always carried it about with him) and compared the two warriors. The +"hero" was still unique, incomparable, but Sam realized that he was an +ideal which might be lived up to, not an impossible dream, not the +denizen of an inaccessible heaven. From that day he bent his little +energies to the task of removing his family to Homeville.</p> + +<p>It is not so much strength as perseverance which moves the world. +Colonel Jinks had laid up a competence and had always intended to +retire, when he could afford it, to the market town. Among other things, +the school facilities would be much better in town than in the country. +Mrs. Jinks in a moment of folly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Page 13]</a></span> took the side of the boy, and, whatever +may have been the controlling and predominating cause, the fact is that, +when Sam had attained the age of twelve, the Colonel sold the farm and +bought one of the best houses in Homeville. Sam at once became a member +of the John Wesley Brigade and showed an aptitude for soldiering truly +amazing. Before he was fourteen he was captain, and wore, himself, the +coveted white feather, and his military duties became the absorbing +interest of his life. He thought and spoke of nothing else, and he was +universally known in the town as "Captain Jinks," which was often +abbreviated to "Cap." No one ever passed boyhood and youth in such +congenial surroundings and with such complete satisfaction as "Cap" +Jinks of the John Wesley Boys' Brigade.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Page 14]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</a></h2> + +<h1>East Point</h1> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + +<img src="images/chap_2.png" alt="chap_2" height="529" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 387px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 383px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 373px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 363px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 353px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 343px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 320px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +UT our relation to our environments will change, however much pleased +we may be with them, and "Cap" Jinks found himself gradually growing too +old for his brigade. The younger boys and their parents began to +complain that he was unreasonably standing in the way of their +promotion, and a fiery mustache gave signs to the world that he was now +something more than a boy. Still he could not bring himself to +relinquish the uniform and the white plume. A life without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Page 15]</a></span> military +trimmings was not to be thought of, and there was no militia at +Homeville. Consequently he remained in the Boys' Brigade as long as he +could. When at last he saw that he must resign—he was now +two-and-twenty—he felt that there was only one course open to him, and +that was to join the army; and he broached this plan to his parents. His +mother did not like the idea of giving up her only son to such a +profession, but Colonel Jinks took kindly to the suggestion. It would +bring a little real militarism into the family and give a kind of <i>ex +post facto</i> justification to his ancient title. "Sam, my boy," said he, +"you're a chip of the old block. You'll keep up the family tradition and +be a colonel like me. I will write to your Uncle George about it +to-morrow. He'll get you an appointment to East Point without any +trouble. Sam, I'm proud of you."</p> + +<p>Uncle George Jinks, the only brother of the Colonel, was a member of +Congress from a distant district, who had a good deal of influence with +the Administration. The Colonel<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Page 16]</a></span> wrote to him asking for the cadetship +and rehearsing at length the young captain's unusual qualifications and +his military enthusiasm. A week later he received the answer. His +brother informed him that the request could not have come at a more +opportune moment, as he had a vacancy to fill and had been on the point +of calling a public examination of young men in his district for the +purpose of selecting a candidate; but in view of the evident fitness of +his nephew, he would alter his plans and offer him the place without +further ceremony. He wished only that Sam would do credit to the name of +Jinks.</p> +</div> + +<p>It was on a beautiful day in June that "Cap" Jinks bade farewell to +Homeville. The family came out in front of the house, keeping back their +tears as best they could at this the first parting; but Sam, tho he +loved them well, had no room in his heart for regret. There was a vision +of glory beckoning him on which obliterated all other feelings. The +Boys' Brigade was drawn up at the side of the road and presented arms as +he drove by, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Page 17]</a></span> he saw in this the promise of greater things. As he +sat on the back seat of the wagon by himself behind the driver, he took +from his pocket the old original "hero," the lead officer of his +boyhood, and gazed at it smiling. "Now I am to be a real hero," he +thought, "and all the world will repeat the name of Sam Jinks and read +about his exploits." He put the toy carefully back in his breast pocket. +It had become the talisman of his life and the symbol of his ambitions.</p> + +<p>The long railway journey to East Point was full of interest to the young +traveler, who had never been away from home before. His mind was full of +military things, but he saw no uniforms, no arms, no fortifications +anywhere. How could people live in such a careless, unnatural fashion? +He blushed with shame as he thought to himself that a foreigner might +apparently journey through the country from one end to the other without +knowing that there was such a thing as a soldier in the land. What a +travesty this was on civilization! How baseless the proud<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Page 18]</a></span> boasts of +national greatness when only an insignificant and almost invisible few +paid any attention to the claims of military glory! The outlook was +indeed dismal, but Sam was no pessimist. Obstacles were in his +dictionary "things to be removed." "I shall have a hand in changing all +this," he muttered aloud. "When I come home a conquering general with +the grateful country at my feet, these wretched toilers in the field and +at the desk will have learned that there is a nobler activity, and +uniforms will spring up like flowers before the sun." Where Sam acquired +his command of the English language and his poetic sensibility it would +be difficult to say. It is enough to know that these faculties +endeavored, not without success, to keep pace with his growing ambition +for glory.</p> + +<p>Sam's first weeks at East Point were among the happiest in his life. +Here, at any rate, military affairs were in the ascendant. His ideal of +a country was simply an East Point infinitely enlarged. His neat gray +uniform seemed already to transform him into a hero.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Page 19]</a></span> When he thought of +the great soldiers who had been educated at this very place, he felt a +proud spirit swelling in his bosom. One night in a lonely part of the +parade-ground he solemnly knelt down and kissed the sod. The military +cemetery aroused his enthusiasm, and the captured cannon, the names of +battles inscribed here and there on the rocks, and the portraits of +generals in the mess-hall, all in turn fascinated him. As a new arrival +he was treated with scant courtesy and drilled very hard, but he did not +care. Tho his squad-fellows were almost overcome with fatigue, he was +always sorry when the drill came to an end. He never had enough of +marching and counter-marching, of shouldering and ordering arms. Even +the "setting-up" exercises filled him with joy. When cavalry drills +began he was still more in his element. His old teamster days now stood +him in good stead. In a week he could do anything with a horse,—he +understood the horse, and the horse trusted him. When he first emerged +from the riding-school on horseback in a squadron and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Page 20]</a></span> took part in a +drill on the great parade-ground, he was prouder than ever before. He +went through it in a delirium, feeling like a composite photograph of +Washington and Napoleon. When the big flag went up in the morning to the +top of the towering flag-staff, Sam's spirits went up with it, and they +floated there, vibrating, hovering, all day; but when the flag came down +at night, Sam did not come down. He was always up, living an ecstatic +dream-life in the seventh heaven.</p> + +<p>One night as Sam lay in his tent dreaming that he had just won the +battle of Waterloo, he heard a voice close to his ears.</p> + +<p>"Jinks!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Here is an order for you to report at once up in the woods at old Fort +Hut. The password is 'Old Gory'; say that, and the sentinel will let you +out of camp. Go along and report to the colonel at once."</p> + +<p>"What is it?" cried Sam. "Is it an attack?"</p> + +<p>"Very likely," said the voice. "Now wake<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Page 21]</a></span> up your snoring friend there, +for he's got to go too. What's his name?"</p> + +<p>"Cleary," answered Sam, and he proceeded gently to awaken his tent-mate +and break the news to him that the enemy was advancing. It was not easy +to rouse the young man, but finally they both succeeded in dressing in +the dark, and hastened away between the tents across the most remote +sentry beat. They were duly challenged, whispered the countersign, and +in a few moments were climbing the rough and thickly wooded hill to the +fort.</p> + +<p>"I wonder who the enemy is," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Enemy? Nonsense," replied Cleary. "They're going to haze us."</p> + +<p>"Haze us? Good heavens!" said Sam. He had heard of hazing before, but he +had been living in such a realm of imagination for the past weeks that +the gossip had never really reached his consciousness, and now that he +was confronted with the reality he hardly knew how to face it.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Cleary, "they're going to haze<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Page 22]</a></span> us, and I wonder why I ever +came to this rotten place anyhow."</p> + +<p>"Don't, don't say that," cried Sam. "You were at Hale University for a +year or two, weren't you? Did they do any hazing there?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit. They stopped it all long ago. The professors there say it +isn't manly."</p> + +<p>"That can't be true," said Sam, "or they wouldn't do it here. But why +has it kept up here when they've stopped it at all the universities?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Cleary, "but perhaps it's wearing uniforms. I feel +sort of different in a uniform from out of it, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," exclaimed Sam. "I feel as if I were walking on air and +rising into another plane of being."</p> + +<p>"Well—ye-es—perhaps, but I didn't mean that exactly," answered Cleary. +"But somehow I feel more like hitting a fellow over the head when I'm in +uniform than when I'm not, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"I hadn't thought of that," said Sam, "but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Page 23]</a></span> I really think I do. Do you +think they'll hit us over the head?"</p> + +<p>"There's no telling. There's Captain Clark of the first class and +Saunders of the third who are running the hazing just now, they say, and +they're pretty tough chaps."</p> + +<p>"Is that Captain Clark with the squeaky voice?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he spoiled it taking tabasco sauce when he was hazed three years +ago. They say it took all the mucous membrane off his epiglottis."</p> + +<p>There was silence for a time.</p> + +<p>"Saunders is that fellow with the crooked nose, isn't he?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes; when they hazed him last year they made him stand with his nose in +the crack of a door until they came back, and they forgot they had left +him, and somebody shut the door on his nose by mistake. But he's an +awfully plucky chap. He just went on standing there as if nothing had +happened."</p> + +<p>"Splendid, wasn't it?" cried Sam, beginning to see the heroic +possibilities of hazing. "Do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Page 24]</a></span> you suppose that they have always hazed +here?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course."</p> + +<p>"And that General German and General Meriden and all the rest were hazed +here just like this?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, to be sure."</p> + +<p>Sam felt his spirits soaring again.</p> + +<p>"Then I wouldn't miss it for anything," said he. "It has always been +done and by the greatest men, and it must be the right thing to do. Just +think of it. Meriden has walked up this very hill like you and me to be +hazed!" There was exultation in his tone.</p> + +<p>"Well, I only hope Meriden looked forward to it with greater joy than I +do," said Cleary, with a dry laugh. "But here we are."</p> + +<p>Before them under the ruined walls of the old redoubt called Fort Hut, +stood a small group of cadets, indistinctly lighted by several moving +dark-lanterns. While they were still twenty yards away, two men sprang +out from behind a tree, grasped them by the arms, tied their elbows +behind them, and, leading them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Page 25]</a></span> off through the woods for a short +distance, bound them to a tree out of sight of the rest, and left them +there with strict injunctions not to move. It never entered into the +head of either of the prisoners that they might disobey this order, and +they waited patiently for events to take their course. As far as they +could make out by listening, some others of their classmates were +already undergoing the ordeal of hazing. They could hear water +splashing, suppressed screams and groans, and continual whispering. The +light of the lanterns flickered through the trees, now and then +illuminating the topmost branches. Presently a man came and sat down +near them, and said:</p> + +<p>"Don't get impatient. We're nearly ready for you." It was the voice of +one of their two captors.</p> + +<p>"May I ask you a question, sir?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Blaze away," responded the man.</p> + +<p>"Was General Gramp hazed at this same place, do you know?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the man. "In this very same<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Page 26]</a></span> place. And while he was waiting +he sat on that very log over there."</p> + +<p>Sam peered with awe into the darkness.</p> + +<p>"May I—do you think I might—just sit on it, too?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Certainly," said the cadet affably, untying the rope from the tree and +leading Sam over to the log, where he tied him again.</p> + +<p>Sam sat down reverently.</p> + +<p>"How well preserved the log is," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the guard; "of course they wouldn't let it decay. It's a +sort of historical monument. They overhaul it every year. Anyway it's +ironwood."</p> + +<p>Sam thought to himself that perhaps some day the log might be noted as +the spot where the great General Jinks sat while awaiting his hazing, +and tears of joy rolled softly down over his freckles. He was still lost +in this emotion when steps were heard approaching and the lantern-light +drew nearer.</p> + +<p>"Come, Smith, bring the prisoners in," said the same voice that had +waked Sam in his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Page 27]</a></span> tent. He looked at the speaker and recognized the +tall, hatchet-faced, crook-nosed Saunders. Two or three cadets +unfastened Sam and Cleary, still, however, leaving their arms bound +behind them, and brought them to the open place under the wall where Sam +had first seen them. Sam now saw nothing; walking in the steps of +Generals Gramp and German, he felt the ecstasy of a Christian martyr. He +would not have exchanged his lot with any one in the world. Cleary, +however, who possessed a rather mundane spirit, took in the scene. +Twenty or thirty cadets were either standing or seated on the ground +round a circle which was illuminated by several dark-lanterns placed +upon the ground. In the center of the circle were a tub of water, some +boards and pieces of rope, and two large baskets whose contents were +concealed by a cloth.</p> + +<p>"Come, boys," squeaked Captain Clark, a short, thickset fellow who +looked much older than the others and who spoke in a peculiar cracked +voice. "Come, let's begin by bracing them up."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Page 28]</a></span>"Bracing" was a process adopted for the purpose of making the patient +assume the position of a soldier, only very much exaggerated—a position +which after a few minutes becomes almost intolerable. Cleary and Sam +were promptly taken and tied back to back to an upright stake which had +escaped their observation. They were tied at the ankle, knee, waist, +under the arms, and at the chin and forehead. By tightening these ropes +as desired and placing pieces of wood in between, against the back, the +hazers made each victim stand with the chest pushed preternaturally +forward and the chin and abdomen drawn preternaturally back. Cleary +found this position irksome from the start, and soon decidedly painful, +but Sam was proof against it. In fact, he had been practising just this +position for eight or ten years, and it now came to him naturally. +Cleary soon showed marks of discomfort. It was a warm night, and the +sweat began to stand out on his forehead. As far as he was concerned the +hazing was already a success, but Sam evidently needed something more.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Page 29]</a></span>"Here, give me the tabasco bottle," whispered Clark to Smith.</p> + +<p>As the latter brought the article from one of the baskets, Sam said to +him in a low voice,</p> + +<p>"Did General Gramp take it out of that same bottle?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Smith; "strange to say, it's the very same one, and all +through his life afterward he took tabasco three times a day."</p> + +<p>Sam rolled his eyes painfully to catch a glimpse of the historic bottle. +Clark took it and applied it to Sam's lips. It was red-hot stuff, and +the whole audience rose to watch its effect upon the victim at the +stake. Sam swallowed it as if it had been lemonade. In fact, he was only +aware of the honor that he was receiving. He had only enough earthly +consciousness left to notice that one of the cadets in the crowd was +photographing him with a kodak, and accordingly he did not even wink.</p> + +<p>"By Jove, he's lined with tin," ejaculated Saunders, whose deflected +nose gave him a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Page 30]</a></span> sinister expression. "You ought to have had his +plumbing, Clark."</p> + +<p>"Shut up and mind your own business," said Clark. "Come, let's give him +the tub. This won't do. That other chap's happy enough where he is."</p> + +<p>Sam was untied again and led forward to the middle of the ring, the +faithful Smith still keeping close to him.</p> + +<p>"Is that an old tub?" whispered Sam, still standing stiffly as if his +body had permanently taken the "braced" shape.</p> + +<p>"I should say so. All the generals were ducked in it. Kneel down there +and look in. Do you see that round dent in the middle? That's where +General Meriden bumped his head in it. He never did things by halves."</p> + +<p>Sam did as he was told, and he felt that he was in a proper attitude +upon his knees at such a shrine. To him it was holy water.</p> + +<p>"Now, Jinks," squeaked Clark.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," answered Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Page 31]</a></span>"Stand on your head now in that tub, and be quick about it."</p> + +<p>Sam fixed his mind upon General Meriden in the same circumstances, drew +in his breath, and endeavored to stand on his head in a foot of water, +holding on to the rim of the tub with his hands. His legs waved +irresolutely in the air with no apparent unity of motive, and bubbles +gurgled about his neck and shoulders.</p> + +<p>"Grab his legs!" shouted Clark.</p> + +<p>Two cadets obeyed the order, and Clark took out his watch to time the +ordeal. The instants that passed seemed like an age.</p> + +<p>"Isn't time up?" whispered Saunders.</p> + +<p>"Shut up, you fool, haven't I got my watch open?" replied Clark. "But, +good heavens!" he added, "take him out—I believe my watch has stopped." +And he shook it and put it to his ear.</p> + +<p>Sam was hauled out and laid on the grass, but he was entirely +unconscious. His tormentors were thoroughly scared. Fortunately they had +all gone through a course of "first aid to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Page 32]</a></span> the injured," and they +immediately took the proper precautions, holding him up by the feet +until the water ran out of his mouth and nose, and then rolling him on +the tub and manipulating his arms. At last some faint indications of +breathing set in, and they concluded to carry him down to his tent. +Using two boards as a stretcher, six of them acted as bearers, and the +procession moved toward the camp. Cleary would have been forgotten, had +he not asked them to untie him, which they did, and he followed behind, +walking most stiffly. As they neared the camp the party separated. Two +of the strongest took Sam, whose mind was wandering, to his tent, and +Clark made Cleary come and spend the night with him, lest anxiety at +Sam's condition might impel him to report the matter to the authorities. +How they all got to their tents in safety, and how the password happened +to be known to all of them, we must leave it to the officers in command +at East Point to explain. Sam was dropped upon his bunk without much +consideration. The two cadets waited long enough<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Page 33]</a></span> to make sure that he +was breathing, and then they decamped.</p> + +<p>"It's really a shame," said Smith to Saunders, who tented with him, +before he turned over to sleep; "it's really a shame to leave that +fellow there without a doctor, but we'd all get bounced if it got out."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Page 34]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> + +<h1>Love and Combat</h1> + + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_3.png" alt="chap_3" height="514" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 305px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 315px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 345px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 355px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 365px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 375px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 436px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 436px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 426px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 411px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /><br /> +T reveille the next morning, as the roll was called in the company +street, Private Jinks did not answer to his name. They found him in his +tent delirious and in a high fever. His pillow was a puddle of water. It +was necessary to have him taken to the hospital, and before long he was +duly installed there in a small separate room. The captain of his +company instituted an inquiry<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Page 35]</a></span> into the causes of his illness and +reported that he had undoubtedly fainted away and thrown water over +himself to bring himself to. The surgeon in charge of the hospital +thereupon certified that this was the case, and in this way bygones +officially became bygones. It was late in the afternoon before Sam +recovered consciousness. A negro soldier, who had been detailed to act +as hospital orderly, was adjusting his bed-clothes, and Sam opened his +eyes.</p> + +<p>"Gettin' better, Massa Jinks?" said the man, smiling his good will.</p> + +<p>"Company Jinks, all present and accounted for," cried Sam, saluting as +if he were a first sergeant on parade.</p> + +<p>"You're here in de hospital, Massa," said the man, who was known as +Mose; "you ain't on parade sure."</p> + +<p>Sam looked round inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"Is this the hospital?" he asked. "Why am I in the hospital?"</p> + +</div> + +<p>"You've been hurtin' yourself somehow," answered Mose with a low +chuckle. "There's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Page 36]</a></span> lots of fourth-class men hurts themselves. But you'll +be all right in a week."</p> + +<p>"In a week!" exclaimed Sam. "But I can't skip drills and everything for +a week!"</p> + +<p>"Now, don't you worry, Massa Jinks. You're pretty lucky. We've had some +men here hurted themselves that had to go home for good, and some of +'em, two or three, never got well, and died. But bless you, you'll soon +be all right. Doctor said so."</p> + +<p>Sam had to get what consolation he could from this. His memory began to +come back, and he recalled the beginning of the hazing.</p> + +<p>"Is Cadet Cleary in the hospital?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"No, sah."</p> + +<p>"Won't you try to get word to him to come and see me here, if he can?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Massa, I'll try. But they won't always let 'em come. Maybe they'll +let him Sunday afternoon."</p> + +<p>Sure enough, Cleary succeeded in getting permission to pay Sam a call on +Sunday.</p> + +<p>"Well, old man, I've got to thank you for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Page 37]</a></span> letting me out of a lot of +trouble," he cried as he clasped Sam's hand and sat down by the bedside.</p> + +<p>"Did they duck you, too?" asked Sam. "You must be stronger than I am. +It's a shame I couldn't stand it."</p> + +<p>"No. When they'd nearly killed you they let me off. Don't you be ashamed +of anything. They kept you in there five minutes—I'm not sure it wasn't +ten. If you weren't half a fish, you'd never have come to, that's all +there is of that. And after you'd drunk all that tabasco, too!"</p> + +<p>"Is my voice quite right?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, thank fortune, there's no danger of your squeaking like Captain +Clark."</p> + +<p>Sam sighed.</p> + +<p>"And is my nose quite straight?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course; why shouldn't it be?"</p> + +<p>Sam sighed again.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid," he said, "that no one will know that I've been hazed."</p> + +<p>He was silent for a few minutes. Then a smile came over his face.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Page 38]</a></span>"Wasn't it grand," he went on, "to think that we were following in the +steps of all the great generals of the century! When I put my head into +the tub and felt my legs waving in the air, I thought of General Meriden +striking his head so manfully against the bottom, and I thanked heaven +that I was suffering for my country. I tried to bump my head hard too, +and it does ache just a little; but I'm afraid it won't show."</p> + +<p>He felt his head with his hand and looked inquiringly at Cleary, but his +friend's face gave him no encouragement, and he made no answer.</p> + +<p>"I think I saw somebody taking a snap-shot of me up there," said Sam. +"Do you think I can get a print of it? I wish you'd see if you can get +one for me."</p> + +<p>"It's not so easy," said Cleary. "He was a third-class man, and of +course we are not allowed to speak to him. They've just divided us +fourth-class men up among the rest to do chores for them. My boss is +Captain Clark, and he's the only upper-class man I can speak<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Page 39]</a></span> to, and he +would knock me down if I asked him about it. You'd better try yourself +when you come out."</p> + +<p>"Who am I assigned to?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"To Cadet Smith, and he's a much easier man. You're in luck. But my +time's up. Good-by," and Cleary hurried away.</p> + +<p>Sam Jinks left the hospital just one week after his admission. He might +have stayed a day or two longer, but he insisted that he was well enough +and prevailed upon the doctor to let him go. He set to work at once with +great energy to make up for lost time and to learn all that had been +taught in the week in the way of drilling. The morning after his +release, when guard-mounting was over, Cleary told him that Cadet Smith +wished to speak to him, and Sam went at once to report to him.</p> + +<p>"Jinks," said Smith, when Sam had approached and saluted, "I am going +down that path there to the right. Wait till I am out of sight and then +follow me down. I don't want any one to see us together."</p> + +<p>"All right, sir," said Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Page 40]</a></span>When Smith had duly disappeared, Sam followed him and found him awaiting +him in a secluded spot by the river. Sam saluted again as he came up to +him.</p> + +<p>"I suppose you understand, Jinks, that none of us upper-class men can +afford to be seen talking to you fourth-class beasts?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Of course, it wouldn't do. Don't look at me that way, Jinks. When an +upper-class man is polite enough to speak to you, you should look down, +and not into his face."</p> + +<p>Sam dropped his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Now, Jinks, I wanted to tell you that you've been assigned to me to do +such work as I want done. I'm going to treat you well, because you seem +to be a pretty decent fellow for a beast."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, you seem disposed to behave as you should, and I don't want to +have any trouble with you. All you'll have to do is to see that my boots +are blacked every night, keep my shirts and clothes in order, take my +things to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Page 41]</a></span> the wash, clean out my tent, and be somewhere near so that +you can come when I call you; do you understand?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Oh, then, of course, you must make my bed, and bring water for me, and +keep my equipments clean. If there's anything else, I'll tell you. If +you don't do everything I tell you, I'll report it to the class +committee and you'll have to fight, do you understand?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"That will do, Jinks; you may go."</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, sir. May I ask you a question?"</p> + +<p>"What?" shouted Smith. "Do you mean to speak to me without being spoken +to?"</p> + +<p>"I know it's very wrong, sir," said Sam, "but there's something I want +very much, and I don't know how else to get it."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll forgive you this time, because I'm an easy-going fellow. If +it had been anybody else but me, you'd have got your first fight. What +is it? Out with it."</p> + +<p>"Please, sir, when I was haz—I mean exer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Page 42]</a></span>cised the other night, I saw +somebody taking photographs of it. Do you think I could get copies of +them?"</p> + +<p>"What do you want them for?" asked Smith suspiciously.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to have something to remember it by," said Sam. "I want to be +able to show that I did just what Generals Gramp and German did."</p> + +<p>Smith smiled. "All right," he replied. "I'll get them for you if I can, +and I'll expect you to work all the better for me. Now go."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you, sir—thank you!" cried Sam; and he went.</p> + +<p>That night he and Cleary talked over the situation in whispers as they +lay in their bunks.</p> + +<p>"I don't like this business at all," said Cleary. "I didn't come to East +Point to black boots and make beds. It's a fraud, that's what it is."</p> + +<p>"Please don't say that," said Sam. "They've always done it, haven't +they?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose so."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Page 43]</a></span>"Then it must be right. Do you think General Meriden would have done it +if it had been wrong? We must learn obedience, mustn't we? That's a +soldier's first duty. We must obey, and how could we learn to obey +better than by being regular servants?"</p> + +<p>"And how about obeying the rules of the post that forbid the whole +business, hazing and all?" asked Cleary.</p> + +<p>Sam was nonplussed for a moment.</p> + +<p>"I'm not a good hand at logic," he said. "Perhaps you can argue me down, +but I <i>feel</i> that it's all right. I wouldn't miss this special duty +business for anything. It will make me a better soldier and officer."</p> + +<p>"Sam," said Cleary, who had now got intimate enough with him to use his +Christian name,—"Sam, you were just built for this place, but I'll be +hanged if I was."</p> + +<p>The summer hastened on to its close, and the first-and third-class men +had a continual round of social joys. The hotel on the post was full of +pretty girls who doted on uniforms, and there were hops, and balls, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Page 44]</a></span> +flirtations galore. The "beasts" of the fourth class were shut out from +this paradise, but they could not help seeing it, and Sam used his eyes +with the rest of them. He had never before seen even at a distance such +elegance and luxury. The young women especially, in their gay summer +gowns, drew his attention away sometimes even from military affairs. +There was a weak spot in his make-up of which he had never before been +aware. There was one young woman in particular who caught his eye, a +vision of dark hair and black eyes which lived on in his imagination +when it had vanished from his external sight. Sam actually fancied that +the young woman looked at him with approving eyes, and he was emboldened +to look back. It was impossible for social intercourse between a young +lady in society and a fourth-class "beast" to go further than this, and +at this point their relations stood, but Sam was sure that the maiden +liked his looks. It so happened that her most devoted admirer was none +other than Cadet Saunders, who was continually hovering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Page 45]</a></span> about her. Sam +was devoured with jealousy. In his low estate he was even unable to find +out her name for a long time. He could not speak to upper-class men, and +his classmates knew nothing of the gay world above them. However, he +discovered at last that she was a Miss Hunter from the West. His +informant was a waiter at the hotel whom he waylaid on his way out one +night, for cadets were forbidden to enter the hotel.</p> + +<p>"I suppose she has her father and mother with her?" Sam suggested.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, sir. She's all alone. She's been here all alone every summer +this six years."</p> + +<p>"That's strange," said Sam. "Hasn't she a protector?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes! she has protectors enough. You see, she's always engaged."</p> + +<p>"Engaged!" exclaimed the unhappy youth. "How long has she been engaged, +and to whom?"</p> + +<p>"Why, this time she's only been engaged two weeks," said the waiter, +"and it's Cadet Saunders she's engaged to; but don't worry,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Page 46]</a></span> sir, it's +an old story. She's been engaged to a different man every summer for six +years, and at first she generally had two men a summer. She began with +officers of the first class, two in a year; then she fell off to one in +a season; then she dropped to third class; and now she has Mr. Saunders +because his nose isn't just right, sir, if I may say so."</p> + +<p>Sam hardly knew what to think. The news of her engagement had plunged +him into despair, but the information that engagement was with her a +temporary matter was decidedly welcome; and even if it were couched in +language that could hardly be called flattering, still he was glad to +hear it. Sam thanked the waiter and gave him a silver coin which he +could ill spare from his pay, but he was satisfied that he had got his +money's worth.</p> + +<p>Sam ruminated deep and long over this hard-wrung gossip. He could not +believe that the object of his dreams was no longer in her first +girlhood. There was some mistake. Then it was absurd to suppose that she +was reduced to the acceptance of inferior third-class men.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Page 47]</a></span> How could a +waiter understand the charms of Saunders' historical nose? Evidently she +had selected him from the whole corps on account of his exploits as an +object of hazing. Sam almost wished that Saunders' nose was a blemish, +for it would help his chances, but candor obliged him to admit that it +was, on the contrary, one of his rival's strong points, and he sighed +once again to think that he bore no marks on his own person of the +hazing ordeal. All that Sam could do now was to wait. He recognized the +fact that no girl with self-respect would speak to a "beast," and he +determined to be patient until in another twelvemonth he should have +become a full-fledged third-class man himself. The other engagements had +proved ephemeral, why not that with Saunders? Fortunately this new +sentiment of Sam's did not interfere with his military work. Instead of +that it inspired him with new fervor, and he now strove to be a perfect +soldier not only for its own sake, but for her sake too.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Saunders began to imagine that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Page 48]</a></span> Sam looked at his <i>fiancée</i> a +little too frequently and long, and he determined to punish him for it. +How was this to be done? In his deportment toward the upper-class men +Sam was absolutely perfect, and had begun to win golden opinions from +instructors and cadets alike. He always did more than was required of +him, and did it better than was expected. He treated all upper-class men +with profound respect, and he did it without effort because it came +natural to him. He never ventured to look them in the eye, and he +blushed and stammered when they addressed him. Saunders tried to find a +flaw in his behavior so that he might have the matter taken up by the +class committee, but there was no flaw to be found. Self-respect +prevented him from giving the real reason, his jealousy; besides, it was +out of the question to drag in the name of a lady.</p> + +<p>One day Saunders, Captain Clark, Smith, and some other cadets were +discussing the matter of fourth-class discipline, and the merits of some +recent fights which had been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Page 49]</a></span> ordered between fourth-class men and their +seniors for the purpose of punishing the former, when Saunders tried +skilfully to lead the conversation round to the case of Sam Jinks.</p> + +<p>"There are some fellows in the fourth class that need a little taking +down, don't you think so?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"If there are, take them down," said Clark laconically. "Who do you +mean?"</p> + +<p>"Why, there's that Jinks fellow, for instance. He struts about as if he +were a major-general."</p> + +<p>"He is pretty well set up, that's a fact," said Smith, "but you can't +object to that. I must say he does his work for me up to the handle. +Look at that for a shine"; and he exhibited one of his boots to the +crowd.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if he can fight?" said Saunders, changing his tactics. "He's a +well-built chap, and I'd like to see what he can do. How can we get him +to fight if we can't haul him up for misbehaving?"</p> + +<p>"It's easy enough, if he's a gentleman," an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Page 50]</a></span>swered Clark, who was a +recognized authority in matters of etiquette.</p> + +<p>"How?" asked Saunders.</p> + +<p>"Why, all you've got to do is to insult him and then he'll have to +fight."</p> + +<p>"How would you insult him?" asked Saunders eagerly.</p> + +<p>"The best way," said Clark sententiously, "is to call him a hog in +public, and then, if he is a gentleman, he will be ready to fight."</p> + +<p>"I'll do it," said Saunders. "I'm dying to see that fellow fight. Of +course, I don't care to fight him. We can get Starkie to do that, I +suppose."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Clark. "We'll select somebody that can handle him and teach +him his place, depend on that."</p> + +<p>Saunders set out at once to carry out the program. As soon as he found +Jinks in a group of fourth-class men, he went up to him, and cried in a +loud voice,</p> + +<p>"Jinks, you're a hog."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," said Sam, saluting respectfully.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Page 51]</a></span>"Do you hear what I say? you're a wretched hog."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"You're a hog, and if you're a gentleman you'll be ready to fight if +you're asked to."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," responded Sam, as Saunders turned on his heel and walked +away. Somehow Clark's plan did not seem to have worked to perfection, +but it must be all right, and he hastened to report the affair to his +class committee, who promptly determined that Cadet Jinks must fight, +and that their classmate Starkie be requested to represent them in the +encounter. Starkie weighed at least thirty pounds more than Sam, was +considerably taller, had several inches longer reach of arm, and was a +practised boxer. Sam had never boxed in his life. These facts seemed to +the committee only to enhance the interesting character of the affair.</p> + +<p>"We're much obliged to you, Saunders," said the chairman. "You've done +just right to call our attention to this matter. These<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Page 52]</a></span> beasts must be +taught their place. The only manly way to settle it is by having Starkie +fight him. You have acted like a gentleman and a soldier."</p> + +<p>The fight was arranged for a Saturday afternoon on the familiar +hazing-ground near the old fort. Sam selected Cleary and another +classmate for his seconds, and Starkie chose Saunders and Smith.</p> + +<p>"Jinks," said Smith in a moment of unwonted affability, "you've got a +chance now to distinguish yourself. I'll see that you get fair play. Of +course, you'll have to fight to a finish, but you must take your +medicine like a man."</p> + +<p>"Did General Gramp ever have to fight here?" asked Sam, touching his +cap.</p> + +<p>"Of course," said Smith, "and on that very ground, too. You don't seem +to have read much history."</p> + +<p>The prospect of the fight gave Sam intense joy. His sense of glory +seemed to obliterate all anticipation of pain. This was his first +opportunity to become a real hero. When he was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Page 53]</a></span> hazed he only had to +suffer; now, on the other hand, he was called upon to act. He got Cleary +to show him some of the simplest rules of boxing, and he practised what +little he could during the three intervening days. He was quite +determined to knock Starkie out or die in the attempt.</p> + +<p>At four o'clock on the day indicated a crowd of first-and third-class +men were collected to see the great event. No fourth-class men were +allowed to attend except the two seconds. A ring was formed; Captain +Clark was chosen as referee; and the two combatants, stripped to the +waist, put on their hard gloves and entered the ring. Starkie eyed his +antagonist critically, while Sam with a heavenly smile on his face did +not focus his eyes at all, but seemed to be dreaming far away. When the +word was given, however, he dashed in and made some desperate lunges at +Starkie. It was easy to see in a moment that Sam could do nothing. He +could not even reach his opponent, his arms were so much shorter. If +Starkie held one of his arms out stiffly, Sam could not get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Page 54]</a></span> near him +and was entirely at his mercy. The third-class man consequently set +himself leisurely to work at the task of punishing the unfortunate +Jinks. Two or three blows about the face and jaw which started the blood +in profusion ended the first round. Sam did not recognize the inevitable +result of the fight, and was anxious to begin again. He did not seem to +feel any pain from the blows. Two or three rounds had the same result, +and Sam became weaker and weaker. At last he could only go into the ring +and receive punishment without making an effort to avert it, but he did +not flinch.</p> + +<p>"Did you ever see such a chap?" said Smith to Saunders. "Let's call the +thing off."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense," said the latter. "Wait till he's knocked insensible"; and +the rest of the spectators expressed their agreement with him.</p> + +<p>Just then a sound of marching was heard, and a company of cadets were +seen coming up the hill in command of an army officer.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Clark," whispered Smith. "Stop<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Page 55]</a></span> the fight. Here comes old Blair, +and he may report us."</p> + +<p>"Not much," said Clark. "He'll mind his own business."</p> + +<p>The company approached within a few yards of the ring.</p> + +<p>"Eyes right!" shouted Captain Blair, and every man in the company turned +his eyes away from the assembled crowd, and Blair himself stared into +the woods on the other side of the path. The company had almost passed +out of sight when Blair's voice was heard again.</p> + +<p>"Front!" and the danger of detection had blown over.</p> + +<p>After this faint interruption, Sam was brought up once more, pale and +bloody, and hardly able to stand. Yet he smiled through the blood. +Starkie stood off and gave him his <i>coup de grace</i>, a full blow in the +solar plexus, which doubled him up quite unconscious on the ground. +Clark declared the fight finished, and the crowd broke up hastily, +leaving Cleary and his associate to get Sam away as best they could. +They had a pail of water, sponges and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Page 56]</a></span> towels, and they bathed his face; +and after half an hour's work were rewarded by having him open his eyes. +In another half-hour he was able to stand, and supporting him on each +side, they led him slowly down to the hospital.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" said the doctor as they entered the office. "Oh! I +see. You found him lying bleeding up by Fort Hut, didn't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"He must have fallen down and hit his head against a stone, don't you +think so?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"That's a dangerous place; the pine-needles make it very slippery," said +the doctor, as he entered the case in his records. "Here, Mose, put +Cadet Jinks to bed."</p> + +<p>This time Sam was laid up for two weeks, but he felt amply repaid for +this loss of time by a visit from no less a person than Cadet Smith.</p> + +<p>"Mind you never tell any one I came here," said Smith, "and treat me +just the same when you come out as you did before; but I wanted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Page 57]</a></span> to +tell you you're a brick. I never saw a man stand up to a dressing the +way you did, and that's the truth."</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page56" id="page56"></a><img src="images/page56.png" title="page56" alt="page56" height="578" width="400" /></p> +<h4>THE MANLY SPORT AT EAST POINT</h4> +<h6>"STARKEY STOOD OFF AND GAVE HIM HIS COUP DE GRACE"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + + +<p>Tears of joy rolled down Sam's damaged face.</p> + +<p>"I've brought you those photographs of the hazing, too," said Smith with +a laugh. And he produced two small prints from his pocket. Sam took them +with trembling hands and gazed at them with rapture. One of them +represented Cleary and Jinks tied to the stake, apparently about to be +burned to death, and Sam was delighted to see the ultra-perfect position +which he had assumed. The other photograph had been taken the moment +after Sam's immersion in the tub. He could see his hands clutching the +rim, while his legs were widely separated in the air.</p> + +<p>"It might be General Meriden as well as me," he cried joyously. "Nobody +could tell the difference."</p> + +<p>"That's so," said Smith.</p> + +<p>"I shall always carry them next my heart," said Sam. "How can I thank +you enough?<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Page 58]</a></span> I am sorry that I can't black your boots this week."</p> + +<p>"Oh! never mind," said Smith magnanimously, looking down at his feet. +"Cleary does them pretty well. You'll be out before long."</p> + +<p>When Sam was discharged from the hospital the cadet corps had struck +camp and gone into barracks for the year. The summer maidens, too, had +fled, and East Point soon settled down to the monotony of winter work. +Every cadet looked forward already to the next summer: the first class +to graduation; the second to the glories of first-class supremacy in +camp and ballroom; the third class to their two months' furlough as +second-class men; but the fourth class had happier anticipations than +any of the rest, for they were to be transformed in June from "beasts" +into men, into real third-class cadets, with all the rights and +privileges of human beings. Sam's dream was also irradiated with the +hope of winning the affections of the fair Miss Hunter, to whom he had +never addressed a word, but of whose in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Page 59]</a></span>terest he felt assured. He did +not know where the assurance came from, but he had little fear of +Saunders now. Next summer Saunders would be away on leave, anyhow. Sam +knew, if no one else did, that he had actually fought for the hand of +Miss Hunter; and, tho he had been defeated, had not Smith admitted that +his defeat was a practical victory? He felt that he had won Miss +Hunter's hand in mortal combat, and he dismissed from his mind all doubt +on the subject.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Page 60]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV</a></h2> + +<h1>War and Business</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_4.png" alt="chap_4" height="600" width="312" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 334px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 332px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 328px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 326px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 324px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 326px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 328px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 343px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 347px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 349px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 351px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 350px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 349px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 347px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 343px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 320px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 317px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 315px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 320px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 321px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 323px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 327px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 333px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 333px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 327px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 321px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 315px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p>ARIAN Hunter was, as we have already surmised, a lady of experience. +She was possessed, as is not uncommonly the case with young ladies at +East Point, of an uncontrollable passion for things military. Manhood +and brass buttons were with her interconvertible terms, and the idea of +uniting her young life to a plain civilian seemed to her nothing less +than shocking. The pleasures of her first two or three sum<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Page 61]</a></span>mers at East +Point and of her first half-dozen engagements had partaken of the bliss +of heaven. The engagements had never been broken off, they had simply +dissolved one into the other, and she had felt herself rising from step +to step in happiness. Naturally her conquests filled her with a supreme +confidence in her charms. She was not especially fickle by nature, but +she discovered that a first-class cadet, particularly if he was an +officer and had black feathers in his full-dress hat, was far more +attractive to think of than a supernumerary second lieutenant assigned +to duty in some Western garrison. Gradually, however, she found herself +less certain of winning whom she would. The competition of young girls +some two or three years her junior became threatening. She was obliged +to give up cadet officers for privates, and then first-class privates +for third-class privates, as the hotel waiter had explained to Sam. At +the time of Sam's arrival at the Point she was having more difficulty +than ever before, and she became thoroughly frightened.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Page 62]</a></span> She took up +with Saunders because he alone came her way, but the engagement was a +poor makeshift, and she could not get up any enthusiasm over it. She +could hardly pretend to be in love with him, and she felt conscious that +she had a foolish prejudice in favor of straight noses. What was she to +do? If she was to marry at all in the army—and how could she marry +anywhere else?—she must soon make up her mind. Her experience now stood +her in good stead. Had she not seen these very first-class cadet +officers only three years before as mere despised "beasts," doing all +kinds of drudgery for their oppressors? Had she not seen her <i>fiancé</i>, +Saunders, himself, a short twelvemonth ago, with nose intact, slinking +like a pariah about the post? She had learned the lesson which the +younger girls had yet to learn, that from these unpromising chrysalises +the most gorgeous butterflies emerge, and like a wise woman she began to +study the fourth class. Sam stood out from his fellows, not indeed as +supremely handsome, altho he was not bad-looking, but rather<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Page 63]</a></span> as the +soldier <i>par excellence</i> of his class. Marian was an expert in judging +the points of a soldier, and she saw at once that he was the coming man. +She could not make his acquaintance or speak to him, but she could smile +and thus lay the foundations of success for next year. It would be easy +thus to reach the heart of a lonely "beast." And she smiled to a +purpose, and it was that smile that won the untried affections of Sam +Jinks.</p> + +</div> + +<p>When June at last came and the new fourth-class men began to arrive, Sam +felt a new life surge into his soul. For a year he had been duly meek +and humble, for such it behooved a fourth-class man to be. Now, however, +he began to entertain a measureless pride, such being the proper frame +of mind of a man in the upper classes. He watched the hotel sedulously +to learn when Miss Hunter had made her appearance. One morning he saw +her, and she smiled more distinctly than ever. He knew that his felicity +was only a short way off. He must wait two weeks until the graduation +ball and the departure of the old first class;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Page 64]</a></span> then he could undertake +to supplant the absent Saunders, who probably knew the history of Miss +Hunter and was not unprepared for his fate.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile great events had occurred, and thrown East Point into a state +of excitement. The country was at war. Congress had determined to free +the downtrodden inhabitants of the Cubapine Islands from the tyranny of +the ancient Castalian monarchy. A call for volunteers had been issued, +and the graduating cadets were to be hurried to the seat of war. During +this agitation news arrived of a great naval victory. The mighty +Castalian fleet had been annihilated with great loss of life, while the +conquerors had not lost a man and had scarcely interrupted their +breakfast in order to secure this crushing triumph. It was in the midst +of such reports as these that the susceptible hearts of Sam Jinks and +Marian Hunter came together. The graduating class had gone, and Sam had +for two days been a full third-class man. For the first time he had +occupied the front rank at dress-parade, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Page 65]</a></span> seen clearly the officer +in command, the adjutant flitting about magnificently, the band parading +up and down and turning itself inside out around the towering +drum-major, the line of spectators behind, the bright faces and gay +parasols, and among them the black eyes of Marian looking unmistakably +at him. When at the end of the parade the company officers marched up to +salute and the companies were dismissed, Sam saw a member of the new +first class talking to her. He was now on an equality with all the +cadets, and he boldly advanced and asked for an introduction. At last he +had her hand in his, and as he pressed it rather harder than the +occasion warranted, he felt his pressure returned. Sam's fate was +sealed. He made no formal proposal, it was unnecessary. The engagement +was a thing taken for granted. It was a novel experience for Marian as +well as for Sam, as now for the first time she meant business. It is +impossible in cold ink to reproduce the ecstasies of those many hours on +Flirtation Walk, during which Sam opened his heart. For the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Page 66]</a></span> first time +in his life he had found a person as deeply interested in military +matters as he was, and as much in love with military glory. He told her +his whole history, including the lead soldiers and the Boys' Brigade. He +laid bare to her his ambition to be a perfect soldier—a hero. He told +her how disappointed he was to find no other cadet so completely wrapped +up in his profession as he was, and how in her alone he had now realized +his ideal not only of womanhood, but also of appreciation of the +soldier's career. He rehearsed the thrilling experiences of hazing, and +went over the fight in detail and told her how Saunders had brought it +about.</p> + +<p>"The horrid wretch!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms about his neck and +kissing him. "I'm so glad they didn't break your nose."</p> + +<p>"Are you really?" he asked, and as he read the truth in her eyes a +weight was rolled from his soul.</p> + +<p>He showed her the little lead officer with the plume, which he always +carried as a mascot in his breast-pocket, and also the two hazing +pho<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Page 67]</a></span>tographs which kept it company. She was delighted with them all.</p> + +<p>"Oh! you will be a hero," she cried. "I am sure of it, and what a time +we shall have of it, you dear thing!"</p> + +<p>With his spare time thus occupied Sam did not see much of Cleary, who +now shared another tent. One afternoon late in September he was on the +way to the gate of the hotel grounds where he was accustomed to wait +until Miss Hunter came out and joined him, when Cleary called him aside.</p> + +<p>"Sam," he said, "I've got something of importance to say to you. Can't +you come with me now?"</p> + +<p>"Can't," said Sam. "Miss Hunter's waiting for me."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, beg off to-morrow afternoon. I must have a long talk with +you."</p> + +<p>"All right," answered Sam reluctantly. "If I must, I must, I suppose."</p> + +<p>The next day found Sam and Cleary walking alone in the woods engaged in +deep conversation.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Page 68]</a></span>"Sam, what would you say to going to the war?" asked +Cleary.</p> + +<p>"I'd give anything to go!" exclaimed Sam.</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't want to stay on account of that girl of yours?"</p> + +<p>"No, indeed; she would be the first to want me to go."</p> + +<p>"Then why don't you go?"</p> + +<p>"How can I?" said Sam. "We've got three more years here. That ties us +down for that time, and by the time that's over the war will be over +too."</p> + +<p>"That's what I think, and I'm sick of this place anyhow. I'm going to +resign."</p> + +<p>"Resign!" cried Sam. "Resign and give up your career!"</p> + +<p>"Not altogether, old man. Don't get so excited. What's the use of +staying here? We'll get sent off to some out-of-the-way post when we +graduate, and perhaps we'll get to be captains before our hair is white, +and perhaps we shan't; and then if a war breaks out we'll have +volunteers young enough to be our sons made brigadiers over our heads. +Aren't<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Page 69]</a></span> they doing it every day? I'm not going to waste my life that +way. I want to go to the war now, and I mean to go as a newspaper +correspondent."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Cleary!" exclaimed Sam reproachfully.</p> + +<p>"Tut, tut, Sam. You're not up to date. We've got no field-marshals in +our army and the newspaper correspondents take their place. Their names +are better known than the generals, and they advertise each other and +get a big share of the glory; and then they can always decently step +aside when they've got enough. They needn't stay on the fighting-line, +and that's a consideration. No, I'm sick of ordinary soldiering, but I'm +willing to be a field-marshal. My father has an interest in the +<i>Metropolitan Daily Lyre</i>, and I've written to him for an appointment as +correspondent in the Cubapines. What I've learned here will help me a +lot. But I want you to go with me."</p> + +<p>"Me? Go with you? Do you think I'd be a newspaper correspondent?"</p> + +<p>"No, of course not. It never entered my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Page 70]</a></span> head. But why don't you get a +commission in the volunteers from your uncle? He can get just what he +wants, and they're talking of him for Secretary of War. All you've got +to do is to resign here and apply for a commission as colonel. Then +you'll probably land as a major, or a captain at any rate. By the time +the war is over, you'll be a general, if I know you, and then you can be +appointed captain in the regular army on retiring from the volunteers, +when our class is just graduating. You're just made for a successful +soldier. You've got the ambition and the courage, and you've got just +the brains for a soldier. You don't want to remain a lieutenant until +you are fifty, do you?"</p> + +<p>There was great force in Cleary's argument, and Sam knew it. East +Pointers were scandalized at the manner in which outsiders were jumped +into important commands in the field, and when engagements took place +the volunteers came in for all the praise, while the regulars who did +almost all the work were hardly mentioned.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Page 71]</a></span> "I'll think it over," said +Sam. "I'll speak to Marian about it. It's very kind of you to think of +me."</p> + +<p>"Not a bit," said Cleary. "I'm looking out for myself. If you go as a +major and I go as correspondent, I'll just freeze to you and make a hero +of you whether you will or not. I'll make your fortune, and you'll make +mine. I'll see that you get a chance, and I know that you'll take it if +you get it. You're just cut out for it. Now get permission from the +young woman and we'll call it a go."</p> + +<p>The following afternoon Sam walked over the same ground, but this time +it was Marian who accompanied him. She was enthusiastic over Cleary's +proposition.</p> + +<p>"Just think of it! You'll come back a hero and a general, and I don't +know what not, and we'll get married, and the President will come to the +wedding; and then we'll have our wedding tour up here, and the corps +will turn out and fire a salute, and we'll be the biggest people at East +Point. Won't it be splendid?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Page 72]</a></span>"Perhaps, dear, I'll never come back at all. Who knows? I may get +killed."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Sam! if you did, how proud I'd be of it. I'd wear black for a whole +year, and they'd put up a monument to you over there in the cemetery and +have a grand funeral, and I'd be in the first carriage, and the flag +would be draped, and the band would play the funeral march. Oh, dear! +how grand it would be, and how all the girls would envy me!"</p> + +<p>Tears came to her eyes as she spoke.</p> + +<p>"Just think of being the <i>fiancée</i> of a hero who died for his country! +Oh, Sam, Sam!"</p> + +<p>Sam took her in his arms.</p> + +<p>"You're my own brave soldier's wife," he said. "I'd be almost ready to +die for you, but if I don't, I'll come back and marry you. I'll write to +uncle for a commission to-night, and ask his advice about resigning here +either now or later. It hardly seems true that I may really go to a real +war." And his tears fell and mingled with hers.</p> + +<p>Sam's uncle fell in readily with Cleary's scheme. He was a politician +and a man of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Page 73]</a></span> the world, and he saw what an advantage it would be for +his nephew to seek promotion in the volunteers, and how much a close +friend among the war correspondents could help him. Furthermore, he had +heard of Sam's excellent record at East Point and was disposed to lend +him what aid could be derived from his influence with the +Administration. When Sam's father learned that his brother approved of +the project, he offered no objection, and a few weeks after Cleary had +broached the subject, both of the young men sent in their resignations, +and these were accepted. Cleary left at once for the metropolis to +perfect his plans, while Sam remained for a few days at the Point to bid +farewell to his betrothed. His uncle had at once sent in his name to the +War Department as a candidate for colonel of volunteers with letters of +recommendation from the most influential men at the Capital. While Sam +was still at East Point he saw in the daily paper that his name had been +sent in to the Senate as captain of volunteers with a long list of +others, and almost immediately he received<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Page 74]</a></span> a telegram from his uncle +announcing his confirmation without question. On the same morning came a +letter from Cleary telling him to come at once to town and make the +final arrangements before receiving orders to join his regiment. We +shall draw a veil over the last interview between Sam and Marian. She +was proficient in the art of saying farewell, and nothing was lacking on +this occasion to contribute to its romantic effect. They parted in +tears, but they were tears of hope and joy.</p> + +<p>Cleary met Sam at the station in the city and took him to a modest +hotel.</p> + +<p>"It's going to be bigger thing than I thought," he said, as they sat +down together for a good talk in the hotel lobby, after Sam had made +himself at home in his room. "I'm going to run a whole combination. I've +got in with a man who's a real genius. His name's Jonas. He represents +the brewers' trust, and he's going out to start saloons with chattel +mortgages on the fixtures. It's a big thing by itself. But then besides +that he's got orders to apply for street-railroad franchises wherever<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Page 75]</a></span> +he can get them, and he is going to start agencies to sell typewriters +and bicycles and some patent medicines, and I don't know what else. You +see he wanted to represent the Consolidated Press as a sort of business +agent, and <i>The Daily Lyre</i> belongs to the Consolidated, and that's the +way I came across him. The fact is he represents pretty much all the +capital in the country. It's a big combination. I'll boom him and you, +and you'll help us, and then we can get in on the ground floor with him +in anything we like. It's a good outlook, isn't it, hey? Have you got +your commission yet?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Sam, "not yet. My uncle wants me to come and spend a few days +with him at Slowburgh to make my acquaintance, and the commission will +go there. I'm to be in the 200th Volunteer Infantry. I don't quite +understand all your plans, but I hope I'll get a chance at real fighting +for our country, and I should like to be a great soldier. You know that, +Cleary."</p> + +<p>"Yes, old man, I know it, and you will be, if courage and newspapers can +do it. I'm<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Page 76]</a></span> sorry you didn't get a colonelcy, but captain isn't bad, and +we'll skip you up to general in no time. You've always wanted to be a +hero, haven't you? Well, the first chance I get I'll nickname you 'Hero' +Jinks, and it'll stick, I'll answer for it!"</p> + +<p>"Oh! thank you," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Now, good-by. I'll come in for you to-morrow and take you in to see our +war editor. He's a daisy. So long."</p> + +<p>When on the morrow Sam was ushered into the den of the war editor, he +was surprised to see what a shabby room it was. The great man was +sitting at a desk which was almost hidden under piles of papers, +letters, telegrams, and memoranda. The chairs in the room were equally +encumbered, and he had to empty the contents of two of them on the floor +before Sam and Cleary could sit down.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Captain Jinks, glad to see you!" he said.</p> + +<p>Sam beamed with delight. It was the first time that he had heard his new +title—a title, in fact, to which he had as yet no right.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Page 77]</a></span> "I suppose +Mr. Cleary has explained to you," the editor continued, "what our +designs are. Editing isn't what it used to be. It has become a very +complicated business. In old times we took the news as it came along, +and that was all that was expected of us; but if we tried that way of +doing things now, we'd have to shut up shop in a week. When we need news +nowadays we simply make it. I don't mean that we invent news—that +doesn't pay in the long run; people learn your game and you lose in the +end. No, I mean that we create the events that make the news. We were +running short of news last year, that's the whole truth of it; and so we +got up this war. It's been a complete success. We've quadrupled our +circulation, and it's doubling every month. We're well ahead of the +other papers because it's known as our war, and of course we are +expected to know more about it than anybody else."</p> + +<p>"But I thought the war was to free the oppressed Cubapinos—an outburst +of popular sympathy with the downtrodden suf<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Page 78]</a></span>ferers from Castalian +misrule," interposed Sam, flushing. "That's the reason why I applied for +a commission, and I am ready to pour out my last drop of blood for my +country."</p> + +<p>"Of course you are, my dear captain; of course you are. And your ideas +of the cause of the war, as a military man, are quite correct. Indeed, +if you will read my editorial of yesterday you will see the same ideas +developed at some length."</p> + +<p>He pressed an electric button on his desk, and a clerk entered.</p> + +<p>"Get me a copy of yesterday's paper."</p> + +<p>In a moment it was brought; the editor opened it, marked an article with +a dash of his blue pencil, and handed it to Sam.</p> + +<p>"There," said he, "put that in your pocket and read it. I am sure that +you will agree with every word of it. Your understanding of the +situation does great credit to your insight. That is, if I may use the +term, the esoteric side of the question. It is only on the external and +material side that it is really a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Page 79]</a></span> <i>Daily Lyre's</i> war. There's really no +contradiction, none at all, as you see."</p> + +<p>"Oh! none at all," said Sam, with a sigh of relief. "I never quite +understood it before, and you make it all so clear!"</p> + +<p>"Now you will be prepared by what I have said to comprehend that it's +just in this line of creating the news beforehand that we want to make +use of you, and at the same time it will be the making of you, do you +see?"</p> + +<p>"Not quite," said Sam. "How do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Why, we understand that you're a most promising military man and that +you intend to distinguish yourself. Suppose you do, what good will it +do, if nobody ever hears of it? Doesn't your idea of heroism include a +certain degree of appreciation?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Of publicity, I may say?"</p> + +<p>Sam nodded assent.</p> + +<p>"Or even in plain newspaper talk, of advertising?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Page 80]</a></span>"I shouldn't quite like to be advertised," said Sam uneasily.</p> + +<p>"That's a rather blunt word, I confess; but when you do some fine +exploit, you wouldn't mind seeing it printed in full in the papers that +the people at home read, would you?"</p> + +<p>"No-o-o, not exactly; but then I should only want you to tell the truth +about it."</p> + +<p>"Of course; I know that, but there are lots of ways of telling the +truth. We might put it in at the bottom of an inside page and give only +a stick to it, or we might let it have the whole first page here, with +your portrait at the top and headlines like that"; and he showed him a +title in letters six inches long. "You'd prefer that, wouldn't you?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid I would," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Well, if you didn't you'd be a blamed fool, that's all I've got to say, +and we wouldn't care to bother about you."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure it's very good of you to take me up," said Sam. "Why do you +select me instead of one of the great generals at the front?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Page 81]</a></span>"Why, don't you see? You wouldn't make a practical newspaper man. The +people are half tired of the names of the generals already. They want +some new names. It's our business to provide them. Then all the other +newspapers are on the track of the generals. We must have a little hero +of our own. When General Laughter or General Notice do anything, all the +press of the country have got hold of them. They've got their +photographs in every possible attitude and their biographies down to the +last detail, and pictures of their birthplaces and of their families and +ancestors, and all the rest of it. We simply can't get ahead of them, +and people are beginning to think that it's not our war after all. When +we begin to boom you, they'll find out that we've got a mortgage on it +yet. We'll have the stuff all ready here to fire off, and no one else +will have a word. It'll be the greatest beat yet, unless Mr. Cleary is +mistaken in you and you are not going to distinguish yourself."</p> + +<p>"I don't think he is mistaken," said Sam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Page 82]</a></span> solemnly. "I do intend to +distinguish myself if I get the chance."</p> + +<p>"And we'll see that you have the chance. It's a big game we're playing, +but we hold the cards and we don't often lose. You're not the only card, +to be sure. We've got a lot of men at the front now representing us. +Several of our correspondents have made a hit already, and some of them +have made themselves more famous than the generals! Ha, ha! Our head +editor is going out next month, and of course we'll see to it that he +does wonders. Hullo! there's Jonas now. Why, this is a lucky meeting. +Here, Jonas. You know Cleary. Mr. Jonas, Captain Jinks. I'll be blessed +if here isn't the whole combination."</p> + +<p>Mr. Jonas, who had come into the room unannounced, and perched himself +on the corner of a table, was a rather short man with a brown beard and +eye-glasses, and wore his hat on the back of his head.</p> + +<p>"Well, Jonas, how are things going?" asked the editor.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Page 83]</a></span>"A 1. Couldn't +be better. I've just been down at Skinner's——"</p> + +<p>"Skinner & Company, one of the biggest financial houses in the street," +the editor explained to Sam.</p> + +<p>"And they've agreed to go the whole job. First of all, it'll be chiefly +trade. I showed them the contracts for boots and hats for the army, and +they were tickled to death. They'll let us have as much as we want on +them. I didn't have the embalmed-beef contract with me—it smells too +bad to carry round in my pocket, hee-hee!—but I explained it to them, +and it's even better. They're quite satisfied."</p> + +<p>"And how is the beer business going?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! that's a success already. Look at this item," and he pulled a +newspaper from his pocket and showed it to the editor.</p> + +<p>"One hundred more saloons in Havilla than there were at this time last +year! Can that be possible?" ejaculated the latter.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I'm behind fifty-eight of them. That agent I sent out ahead is +a jewel."</p> + +<p>"Have you been up at the Bible Society?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Page 84]</a></span>"Yes, and I've got special terms on a hundred thousand Testaments in +Castalian and the native languages. That will awaken interest, you see, +and then we'll follow it up with five hundred thousand in English, and +it will do no end of good in pushing the language. It will be made the +official language soon, anyway. What a blessing it will be to those poor +creatures who speak languages that nobody can understand!"</p> + +<p>"How is the rifle deal coming out?"</p> + +<p>"Only so-so. The Government will take about three-quarters of the lot. +The rest we'll have to unload on the Cubapinos."</p> + +<p>"What!" exclaimed Sam, "aren't they fighting against us now?"</p> + +<p>"Oh! we don't sell them direct of course," added Jonas, "but we can't +alter the laws of trade, can we? And they require that things get into +the hands of the people who'll pay the most for them, hey?"</p> + +<p>"Naturally," said the editor. "Captain Jinks has not studied political +economy. It's all a matter of supply and demand."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Page 85]</a></span>"I'm ashamed to say I haven't," said Sam. "It must be very interesting, +and I'm much obliged to you for telling me about it."</p> + +<p>"I suppose it's too early to do anything definite about concessions for +trolleys and gas and electric-lighting plants," said the editor.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it. That's what I went to see Skinner about to-day. I'm +sounding some of the chief natives already, and our people there are all +right. Skinner's lawyers are at work at the charters, and I'll take them +out with me. We can put them through as soon as we annex the islands."</p> + +<p>"But we promised not to annex them!" cried Sam.</p> + +<p>The editor and Jonas looked knowingly at each other.</p> + +<p>"The captain is not a diplomatist, you see," said the former. "As for +that matter, a soldier oughtn't to be. You understand, Captain, that all +promises are made subject to the proviso that we are able to carry them +out."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Page 86]</a></span>"Certainly."</p> + +<p>"Now it's perfectly clear that we can never fulfil this promise. It is +our destiny to stay there. It would be flying in the face of Providence +and doing the greatest injury to the natives to abandon them. They would +fly at each other's throats the moment we left them alone."</p> + +<p>"They haven't flown at each other's throats where we have left them +alone," mused Sam aloud.</p> + +<p>"I didn't say they had, but that they would," explained the editor.</p> + +<p>"Oh! I see," said Sam, and he relapsed into silence.</p> + +<p>"Talking of electric lights," continued Jonas, "I've got a book here +full of all sorts of electric things that we'll have to introduce there. +There's the electrocution chair; look at that design. They garrote +people in the most barbarous manner out there now. We'll civilize them, +if we get a chance!"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps they won't have the money to buy all your things," remarked +Cleary, who had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Page 87]</a></span> been a silent and interested spectator of the +interview.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Jonas, "we may have trouble with the poorest tribes. We must +make them want things, that's all. The best way to begin is to tax them. +I've got a plan ready for a hut-tax of five dollars a year. That's +little enough, I should think, but some of them never see money and +they'll have to work to get it. That will make them work the coal-and +iron-mines. Skinner has his eye on these, too. When the natives once +begin to earn money, they'll soon want more and then they'll spend it on +us."</p> + +<p>"But the Government there will be too poor to take up great public +expenditures for a long time yet," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Don't be too sure of that. They haven't even got a national debt. +That's one of the first things we'll provide for. They're a most +primitive people. Just think of their existing up to the present time +without a national debt! They're mere savages."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Cleary, rising, "I think we've<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Page 88]</a></span> taken enough of your +valuable time and we must be off."</p> + +<p>"Wait a moment," said the editor. "Have you explained all that I told +you to the captain?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet," answered Cleary, "but I'll do it now on the way to his hotel. +He is going to leave town to-day, and he may be ordered to sail any day +now. I will try to go on the same ship with him."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I can manage it, too," said Jonas, as he shook hands with the +two friends, "if I can finish up all these arrangements. I must be on +the ground there as soon as I can."</p> + +<p>As Sam and Cleary left the room the editor and Jonas settled down to a +confidential conversation, and there were smiles upon their lips as they +began talking.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Page 89]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V</a></h2> + +<h1>Slowburgh</h1> + + + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_5.png" alt="chap_5" height="600" width="302" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 257px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 261px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 267px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 272px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 275px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 279px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 282px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 285px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 287px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 289px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 291px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 293px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 297px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 299px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 301px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 300px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 295px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 289px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 283px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 275px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 273px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 271px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 273px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 275px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 272px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 278px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 287px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 294px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 303px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 311px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 319px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 323px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 327px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 331px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 337px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 343px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /><br />HILE Sam accepted the explanations of the editor and Jonas as +expressions of wisdom from men who had had a far wider experience than +his, he had some faint misgivings as to some of the business enterprises +in which his new friends were embarked, and he hinted as much to Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Some of those things do sound rather strange," answered Cleary, as they +walked away, "but you must look at the world in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Page 90]</a></span> broad way. Is our +civilization better than that of the Cubapinos?"</p> + +<p>"Undoubtedly."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, we must be conferring a favor upon them by giving it to +them. We can't slice it up and give them only the plums. That would be +ridiculous. They must take us for better and worse. In fact, I think we +should be guilty of hypocrisy if we pretended to be better than we are. +Suppose we gave them a better civilization than we've got, shouldn't we +be open to the charge of misrepresentation?"</p> + +<p>"That's true," said Sam. "I didn't think of that.</p> + +<p>"Yes," Cleary went on; "at first I had some doubts about that saloon +business particularly, but the more you think of it, the more you see +that it's our duty to introduce them there. It's all a part of our +civilization."</p> + +<p>"So it is," said Sam. "And then people have always done things that way, +haven't they?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course they have."</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Page 91]</a></span>"Then it must be all right. What right have we to criticize the doings +of people so much wiser than we are? I think you are quite right. As a +correspondent you ought to be satisfied that you are doing the right +thing. To me as a soldier it's a matter of no importance anyway, because +a soldier only does what he's told, but you as a civilian have to think, +I suppose, and I'm glad you're satisfied and can make such a conclusive +case of it. What was it that the editor wanted you to tell me?"</p> +</div> + + +<p>"Oh! yes. I came near forgetting. You see what a lot they're going to do +for us; now we must help them all we can. They want you to leave behind +with them all the material about yourself that you can get together. You +must get photographed at Slowburgh in a lot of different positions, and +in your cadet uniform and your volunteer rig when you get it. Then you +must let them have all your earlier photos if you can. 'Hero Jinks as an +infant in arms,' 'Hero Jinks in his baby-carriage,' 'Hero Jinks as a +schoolboy'—what a fine series<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Page 92]</a></span> it would make! You know what I mean. +Then you must write your biography and your opinions about things in +general, and give the addresses of all your friends and relations so +that they can all be interviewed when the time comes. You'll do it, +won't you? It's the up-to-date way of doing things, and it's the only +way to be a military success."</p> + +<p>"If it's the proper way of doing things I'll do it," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"That's a good fellow! I'll send you a list of questions to answer and +coach you as well as I can. I'm dying to get off and have this thing +started. Isn't Jonas great? He's got just my ideas, only bigger. You +see, he explained to me that in this country trusts have grown up with +great difficulty, and it was hard work to establish the benefits which +they produce for the public. They were fought at every step. But in the +Cubapines we have a clean field, and by getting the Government monopoly +whenever we want it, we can found one big trust and do ever so much +good. I half wish I were a Cubapino, they're going to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Page 93]</a></span> be benefited so, +and without doing anything to deserve it either. Some people are born +lucky."</p> + +<p>"I can't quite follow all those business plans," said Sam. "My head +isn't trained to it; but I'm glad we're going to do good there, and if I +can do something great to bring it about, it will give me real +happiness."</p> + +<p>"It will, old man, it will. I'm sure of it," cried Cleary, as he took +his leave of Sam in front of the hotel. "Let me know what steamer you're +going by as soon as you get orders, and I'll try to manage it to get a +passage on her too. They often carry newspaper men on our transports."</p> + +<p>On the following day Sam went to visit his uncle at Slowburgh, a small +sea-port of some four thousand inhabitants lying several miles away from +the railroad. The journey in the train occupied six hours or more, and +Sam spent the time in learning the Castalian language in a handbook he +had bought in town. He had already taken lessons in the language at East +Point and was beginning to be fairly proficient. He alighted at the +nearest station<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Page 94]</a></span> to Slowburgh and entered the rather shabby omnibus +which was standing waiting. Sam felt lonely. There was nothing military +about the station and no uniform in sight. He no longer wore a uniform +himself, and the landscape was painfully civilian. Finally the horses +started and the 'bus moved slowly up the road. Sam was impatient. His +fellow countrymen were risking their lives thousands of miles away, and +here he was, creeping along a country road in the disguise of a private +citizen, far away from the post of duty and danger. He looked with +disgust at the plowmen in the fields busily engaged in preparing the +soil for next year's grain.</p> + +<p>"What a mean, poor-spirited lot," he thought. "Here they are, following +their wretched plows without a thought of the brave soldiers who are +defending their country and themselves so many leagues away. It is the +soldier, suffering from hunger and fever and falling on the battlefield +in the agony of death, who makes it possible for these fellows to spend +their days in pleasant exercise in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Page 95]</a></span> fields. The soldier bears +civilization on his back, he supports all the rest, he is the pedestal +which bears without complaint the civilian as an idle ornament. The +soldier, in short, is the real man, the only perfect product of +creation."</p> + +<p>And his heart was filled with thankfulness that he had selected the +career of a soldier and that there never could be any doubt of his +usefulness to the world. The only other occupants of the omnibus were +two men—one of them a commercial traveler, and the other an aged +resident of Slowburgh who had been at the county town for the day, as +Sam gathered from their conversation.</p> + +<p>"I don't suppose that the war has caused much excitement at Slowburgh?" +asked Sam at last, introducing the subject uppermost in his mind.</p> + +<p>"It ain't jest what it was when I went to the war," said the old man; +"but there is a deal o' talk about it, and all the young men are wanting +to go."</p> + +<p>"Are they?" cried Sam, in delight. "And<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Page 96]</a></span> did you serve in the war? How +very interesting! Did you offer your life for your country without hope +of reward?"</p> + +<p>"That's just what I did, young man, and if you doubt it, here's my +pension that I drew to-day in town, twelve dollars a month, and they've +paid it now these thirty-four years."</p> + +<p>"That's a pretty soft thing," said the commercial man. "Better'n selling +fountain-pens in the backwoods."</p> + +<p>"A soft thing!" cried the old man, "I ought to have twice as much. +There's Abe Tucker gets fifteen dollars because he caught cold on picket +duty, and I get a beggarly twelve."</p> + +<p>"Were you severely wounded?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Well, no-o-o, not exactly, tho I might just as well 'a' been. I was +down bad with the measles. This is an ongrateful country. Here it is +only thirty-five years after the war, and they're only paying a hundred +and forty millions a year to only a million pensioners. It's a beggarly +shame!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Page 97]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Were there that many men in the war?" asked the traveler.</p> + +<p>"Pretty near it, I reckon. But p'r'aps in thirty-five years there'd be a +natural increase. Think of it, a million men throwing away their lives +for a nothing like that! I jest tell our young fellers that they'd +better stay at home. Why, we've had to fight for what we've got. You +wouldn't think it, but we've had to pass around the hat, and shove it +hard under the nose of Congress, too, just as if we were beggars and +frauds, and as if we hadn't sacrificed everything for our country!"</p> + +<p>"It's an outrage," cried Sam sympathetically. "But I hope you won't keep +the young men from going. I'm going soon, and perhaps the country will +be more generous in future."</p> + +<p>"Take my advice, young man, and whenever anything happens to you while +you're away, take down the names of the witnesses and keep their +affidavits. Then you'll be all ready to get your pension as soon as you +come back. It took me three years to straighten<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Page 98]</a></span> out mine. Then I got +the back pay, of course, but I ought to have had it before. I've got a +claim in now for eight dollars more a month running all the way back. It +amounts to over three thousand dollars, and I ought to have it."</p> + +<p>"Was that for the measles, too?" asked the stranger.</p> + +<p>The old man glared at his interrogator, but did not deign to reply.</p> + +<p>"Our Congressman, old Jinks, has my claim," he said, turning to Sam. +"But he doesn't seem to be able to do anything with it."</p> + +<p>"He's my uncle," said Sam, fearing that he might hear something against +his worthy relative.</p> + +<p>"So you're George Jinks' nephew, are you? Are you goin' to be a captain? +Do tell! I read about it in the Slowburgh <i>Herald</i> last week. I'm real +glad to see you. You're the first officer I've seen in ten years except +the recruiting officer last week."</p> + +<p>"Did they have a recruiting officer here, in Slowburgh?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Page 99]</a></span>"Yes, they did, and there was thirteen fellers wanted to go, but he only +took five of 'em, and they hain't gone yet. The rest was too short or +too fat or too thin or something."</p> + +<p>"Didn't any more men want to go than that?"</p> + +<p>"No," said the old man. "They all want to wear soldier-clothes, but they +don't all want to go fighting. They've got up a militia battalion for +them now, and 'most everybody in town's got a uniform. I hadn't seen a +uniform in the county before in I don't know how long—except firemen, I +should say."</p> + +<p>"I'm so glad they've got them now," cried Sam. "Doesn't it improve the +looks of the place? It's so much more homelike and-d-d glorious, don't +you think so?"</p> + +<p>The old man had no opportunity to reply, as the 'bus now drew up at the +front door of the principal hotel. The commercial traveler got out first +and went into the house; the old man followed, and turning to Sam as he +passed him, he said with a glance at the vanishing stranger:</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Page 100]</a></span>"He's a copperhead, that feller."</p> + +<p>He went on toward the bar-room door, but called back as he went:</p> + +<p>"If you get lonesome over at Jinks', come in here in the evening. Ask +for me; my name's Reddy."</p> + +<p>Sam did not get out of the omnibus, but told the driver to take him to +Congressman Jinks'; and on they went, first to the right and then to the +left along the wide and gently winding streets, which would have been +well shaded with maples if the yellow leaves had not already begun to +fall. They drove in at last through a gate in a wooden fence and round a +semi-circular lawn to the front of a comfortable frame house, and in a +few moments he was received with open arms by his relations.</p> + +<p>Congressman Jinks was a widower and had several children, all of whom, +however, were away at school except his eldest daughter, a young lady of +Sam's age, and his youngest, a girl of seven. The former, Mary, was a +tall damsel with fair hair and a decidedly attractive manner. Mr. Jinks +reminded Sam of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Page 101]</a></span> father with the added elegancies of many years' +life at the Capital.</p> + +<p>"Well, Samuel, I am glad to see you at last. We know all about you, and +we're expecting great things from you," he cried out in a hearty voice. +Sam felt at home at once.</p> + +<p>"Come, Mary, show your cousin his room. Here, give me your grip. Yes, +you must let me carry it. Now get ready for supper as soon as you can. +It's all ready whenever you are."</p> + +<p>After supper they all sat round a wood fire, for it was a little chilly +in the evening now. Mr. Jinks had his little girl in his lap, and they +talked over family history and the events of the day. Sam asked who Mr. +Reddy was whom he had met in the train.</p> + +<p>"Oh! you mean old Reddy. Was he drunk? No? That's odd."</p> + +<p>"He'd been away for the day drawing his pension," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Of course," said Mr. Jinks. "I might have known it. That is his one +sober day in the month. He sobers up to go to town, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Page 102]</a></span> he'll make up +for lost time to-night. That twelve dollars will last just a week, and +it all goes into the bar-room till. He's been that way ever since I was +a boy, tho they say he was a steady enough young fellow before he went +to the war. It's a curious coincidence, but there are two or three old +rum-soaked war veterans like that hanging round every tavern in the +country, and I'd like to know how much pension money goes that way. It's +a great system tho, that pension system. I see something of it in +Whoppington when I'm attending Congress. It distributes the money of the +country and circulates it among the people. I like to see the amount +increase every year. It's a healthy sign. I'm trying to get some more +for Reddy. It helps the county just that much. Swan, the hotel man, +spends it here. I believe in protecting home industries and fostering +our home market. I wish you could have heard my speech on the war-tax +bill—it covered that point. My, how this war is costing, tho! A million +dollars a day! But it's well worth<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Page 103]</a></span> it. The more money we spend and the +higher the taxes, the more circulation there is. You ought to see how +things are booming at Whoppington. I'm sorry you couldn't come to see me +there, but I had to be here this week looking after election matters in +my district. In Whoppington all the hotels are full of contractors and +men looking for commissions in the army, and promoters and investors, +all with an eye to the Cubapines. You can just see how the war has +brought prosperity!"</p> + +<p>"I should have liked to see Whoppington very much," said Sam, "but I +suppose I must wait till I come back. It must be very different from +other cities. You must feel there as if you were at the center of +things—at the very mainspring of all our life, I mean."</p> + +<p>"You've hit the nail on the head," said his uncle. "Whoppington holds up +all the rest of the country. There is the Government that makes +everything go. There's no business there to speak of; no manufacturing, +no agriculture in the country round—nothing to distract your attention +but the power of the Ad<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Page 104]</a></span>ministration that lies behind all the rest. Just +think what this country would be without Whoppington! Just imagine the +capital city sinking into the ground and what would we all do? Even here +at Slowburgh what would be left for us?"</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't we have breakfast to-morrow morning, papa?" asked the little +girl in his lap.</p> + +<p>"Er-er-well, perhaps we might have breakfast——"</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't we have clothes, papa?"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps we might have—but no, we couldn't either; it's the tariff that +gives us our clothes by keeping all foreign clothes out of the country, +and then we shouldn't have er-er——"</p> + +<p>"It would upset the post-office," suggested Sam, coming to the rescue.</p> + +<p>"Yes, to be sure, that is what I meant. It would cause a serious delay +in the mails, that's certain."</p> + +<p>"And then there would be no soldiers," added Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Page 105]</a></span>"Of course. How stupid of me to overlook that. How would you like to see +no soldiers in the street?"</p> + +<p>"I shouldn't like it at all, papa."</p> + +<p>"Yes, my dear boy," he proceeded, turning to Sam, "I would not want to +have it repeated in my district, but I confess that I am always homesick +for Whoppington when I am here. That's the real world there. There's the +State Department where they manage all the foreign affairs of the world. +What could we do without foreign affairs? And the Agricultural +Department. How could we get in our crops without it? And the Labor +Department. Every man who does a day's work depends on the Labor +Department for his living, we may say. And the——"</p> + +<p>"The War Department," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, the War Department. We depend on that for our wars. Perhaps at +first that does not seem to be so useful, but——"</p> + +<p>"Oh! but, Uncle George, surely it is the most useful of all. What could +we do without wars. Just fancy a country without wars!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Page 106]</a></span>"I don't know but you're right, Sam."</p> + +<p>"And then the Treasury Department depends a good deal on the War +Department," said Sam, in triumph, "for without the War Department and +the army it wouldn't have any pensions to pay."</p> + +<p>"That's so."</p> + +<p>"Papa," said Mary Jinks, who had modestly taken no part in a +conversation whose wisdom was clearly beyond her comprehension—"papa, +why didn't everybody go to the war like Mr. Reddy, and then they'd all +have pensions and nobody'd have to work."</p> + +<p>"It's their own fault if they didn't," answered her father; "and if some +people are overworked they have only their own selves to thank for it. I +have no patience with the complaints of these socialists and anarchists +that the poor are getting poorer and the number of unemployed +increasing. In a country with pensions and war taxes and a tariff +there's no excuse for poverty at all."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam, "they could all enlist if they wanted to."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Page 107]</a></span>The following day was spent in driving about the country. Mr. Jinks was +obliged to visit the various centers in his Congressional district, and +he took Sam with him on one of these expeditions. The country was +beautiful in the clear, cold autumn air. The mountains stood out blue on +the horizon, and the trees were brilliant with red and yellow leaves. +Sam, however, had no eyes for these things. He was eager to hear about +the militia company, and was pleased to see several pairs of military +trousers, altho they were made to do duty with civilian coats. Such for +him were the incidents of the day. After supper in the evening he +bethought him of old Reddy's invitation to the hotel bar-room, and +thinking that he might learn more about the local military situation +there, he excused himself and hied him thither. He found the room +crowded with the wiseacres of the place, the Bohemian, drinking element +perhaps predominating. The room was so full of smoke that, as Sam +entered, he could hardly distinguish its contents, but he saw a confused +mass of men in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Page 108]</a></span> wooden arm-chairs tipped at every conceivable angle, +surrounding a tall round stove which was heated white hot. The room was +intensely warm and apparently totally wanting in ventilation.</p> + +<p>"Here's my friend, Captain Jinks," said a husky voice which Sam +recognized as that of old Reddy. "Here, take this chair near the fire."</p> + +<p>Sam accepted the offered chair, altho he would have preferred a +situation a little less torrid.</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen, this is Captain Jinks," said the old man, determined to get +all the credit he could from his acquaintance with Sam. "Captain, this +is my friend, Mr. Jackson."</p> + +<p>Mr. Jackson was a tall, thin, narrow-chested man with no shoulders, a +rounded back, and a gray, tobacco-stained mustache. His face was covered +with pimples, and a huge quid of tobacco was concealed under his cheek. +He was sitting on a chair tipped back rather beyond the danger-point, +and his feet rested on the rim which projected from the stove half-way<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Page 109]</a></span> +up. He made no effort to rise, but slowly extended a grimy, clammy hand +which Sam pressed with some hesitation.</p> + +<p>"Glad to make your acquaintance, Captain," he drawled in a half-cracked +voice that suggested damaged lungs and vocal organs. "Shake hands with +Mr. Tucker."</p> + +<p>Mr. Tucker, a little, old, red-faced man on the other side of the stove, +advanced and went through the ceremony suggested.</p> + +<p>"We were just a-talking about them Cubapinos," explained Reddy. "The +idee of them fellers a-pitching into us after all we've done for 'em. +It's outrageous. They're only monkeys anyway, and they ought to be shot, +every mother's son on 'em. Haven't we freed 'em from the cruel +Castalians that they've been hating so for three hundred years?"</p> + +<p>"They seem to be hating us pretty well just now," said a man in the +corner, whose voice sounded familiar to Sam. He turned and recognized +the commercial traveler of the day before.</p> + +<p>"They're welcome to hate us," answered<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Page 110]</a></span> Jackson, "and when it comes to a +matter of hating I shouldn't think much of us if we couldn't make 'em +hate us as much in a year as the Castalians could in three hundred. +They're a blamed slow lot and we ain't. That's all there is of it. What +do you think, Captain?"</p> + +<p>"I fear," said Sam, "that they don't quite understand the great +blessings we're conferring on them."</p> + +<p>"What blessings?" asked the drummer.</p> + +<p>"Why," said Sam, "liberty and independence—no, I don't mean +independence exactly, but liberty and freedom."</p> + +<p>"Then why don't we leave them alone instead of fighting them?"</p> + +<p>"What an idee!" exclaimed Tucker. "They don't know what liberty is, and +we must teach 'em if we have to blow their brains out."</p> + +<p>"You're too hard on 'em, Tucker," drawled Mr. Jackson. "We mustn't +expect too much from pore savages who live in a country so hot that they +can't progress like we do." Here Mr. Jackson took off his hat and wiped +the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Page 111]</a></span> beads of perspiration from his brow with a red bandanna +handkerchief. "Don't expect too much from cannibals that have their +brains half roasted by the tropical sun."</p> + +<p>"That's a fact!" said some one in the throng.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Jackson, crossing his legs on a level well above his head, +"them pore critters need our civilization, that's what they need," and +he dexterously squirted a mouthful of tobacco juice on the white-hot +stove, where it sizzled and gradually evaporated. "We must make real men +of 'em. We must give 'em our strength and vigor and intelligence. +They're a dirty lot of lazy beggars, that's the long and short of it, +and we must turn 'em into gentlemen like us!"</p> + +<p>A general murmur of approval followed this outburst.</p> + +<p>"I hear," said Sam, anxious to get some definite information as to the +warriors of the town, "I hear that several Slowburghers are going to the +war."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tucker, while Jackson after his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Page 112]</a></span> effort settled down into a +semi-comatose state, "six of our boys are a-going. There's Davy Black, +he drives the fastest horse in these parts, and Tom Slade. Where is Tom? +He's generally here. They'll miss him here at the hotel, and Jim Thomson +who used to be bartender over at Bloodgood's, and the two +Thatchers—they're cousins—that makes five."</p> + +<p>"The village ought to be glad they are going to represent her at the +front," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"From all I can hear," said the commercial man, "I think they are."</p> + +<p>"Naturally," cried Sam, "it will reflect great glory on the place. You +ought to be proud of them."</p> + +<p>"It'll help the insurance business here," said a young man who had not +yet spoken.</p> + +<p>"How is that?" asked Sam. "I don't exactly see."</p> + +<p>"Well, it's this way. You see I'm in the insurance business and I can't +write a policy on a barn in this township, there's been so many burned; +and while I don't want to say nothing against anybody, we think maybe<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Page 113]</a></span> +they won't burn so much when the Thatchers clear out."</p> + +<p>"Nothin' ain't ever been proved against 'em," said Tucker.</p> + +<p>"That's true," said the young man, "but perhaps there might have been if +they'd stayed. They say that Squire Jones was going to have Josh +Thatcher arrested next week for his barn, but he's agreed to let up if +he'd go to the Cubapines. Maybe that isn't true, but they say so."</p> + +<p>"I venture to say that it is a mistake," said Sam, who had been much +pained by the conversation. "Young men who are so patriotic in the hour +of need must be men of high character."</p> + +<p>"Maybe they are and maybe they aren't," replied the insurance agent, +"but old Mrs. Crane told me she was going to buy chickens again next +week for her chicken-yard. There was so many stolen last year that she +gave up keeping them, but next week she's beginning again, and next week +the Thatchers are going away. It's a coincidence, anyhow."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Page 114]</a></span>"Oh, boys will be boys," said Reddy. "When they get a good pension +they'll be just as respectable as you or me. Here comes Tom Slade now, +and Josh Thatcher, too."</p> + +<p>The door had opened, and through the smoke Sam descried two young men, +one a slight wiry fellow, the other a large, broad-shouldered, +fair-haired man with a dull expression of the eye.</p> + +<p>"Who says 'drinks all around'?" cried the former. "Everybody's blowing +us off now."</p> + +<p>"Here," said Jackson, waking up, "I'll do it, hanged if I don't. You +fellows are a-goin' to civilize the Cubapinos, and you deserve all the +liquor you can carry."</p> + +<p>He got up and approached the bar and the crowd followed him, and soon +every one was supplied with some kind of beverage.</p> + +<p>"Here's to Thatcher and Slade! May they represent Slowburgh honorably in +the Cubapines and show 'em what Slowburghers are like," said Jackson, +elevating his iced cocktail.</p> + +<p>The health was heartily drunk.</p> + +<p>"And here is to that distinguished officer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Page 115]</a></span> Captain Jinks. Long may he +wave!" cried old Reddy.</p> + +<p>"Speech, speech!" exclaimed the convivial crowd.</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen," responded Sam, "I am a soldier and not an orator, but I am +proud to have my name coupled with those of your honored fellow +townsmen. It is a sign of the greatness of our country that men of just +the same character are in all quarters of this mighty republic answering +their country's call. Soon we shall have the very pick of our youth +collected on the shores of these ungrateful islanders who have turned +against their best friends, and these misguided people will see for +themselves the fruits of our civilization as we see it, in the persons +of our soldiers. Permit me in responding to your flattering toast to +propose the names of Mr. Reddy and Mr. Tucker as representatives of an +older generation of patriots whose example we are happy to have before +us for our guidance."</p> + +<p>This, Sam's first speech, was received with great applause, and then +Josh Thatcher pro<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Page 116]</a></span>posed three cheers for Captain Jinks, which were given +with a will. The only perverse spirit was that of the commercial +traveler, who had sat in the corner reading an old copy of the Slowburgh +<i>Herald</i>, and now on hearing the cheers, took a candle and went upstairs +to bed.</p> + +<p>"That man's no good," said Reddy with a shake of his head. While the +whole company were expressing their concurrence with this sentiment, Sam +bade them good-night and took his leave.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Page 117]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> + +<h1>Off for the Cubapines</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_6.png" alt="chap_6" height="468" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 426px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 428px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 428px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 426px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Y the next morning's mail Sam's commission arrived, and with it orders +to report at once at the city of St. Kisco, whence a transport was about +to sail on a date which gave Sam hardly time to catch it. He must hurry +at once to town and get his new uniforms for which he had been fitted +the week before, and then proceed by the fastest trains on the long +journey to the distant port without even paying his parents a farewell +visit. He found<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Page 118]</a></span> Cleary busily engaged in making his final arrangements, +and persuaded him to cut them short and travel with him. Sam had hardly +time to take breath from the moment of his departure from Slowburgh to +the evening on which he and Cleary at last sat down in their +sleeping-car. His friend heaved a deep sigh.</p> + +<p>"Well, here we are actually off and I haven't got anything to do for a +change. This is what I call comfort."</p> + +</div> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam, "but I wish we were in the Cubapines. This inaction is +terrible while so much is at stake. It's a consolation to know that I am +going to help to save the country, but it is tantalizing to wait so +long. Then in your own way you're going to help the country too," he +added, thinking that he might seem to Cleary to be monopolizing the +honors.</p> + +<p>"I'll help it by helping you," laughed Cleary. "I've got another +contract for you. You see the magazines are worth working. They handle +the news after the newspapers are through with it, and they don't +interfere with each other. So I got permission to tackle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Page 119]</a></span> them from <i>The +Lyre</i>, and I saw the editor of <i>Scribblers' Magazine</i> yesterday and it's +a go, if things come out as I expect."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why, you are to write articles for them, a regular series, and the +price is to be fixed on a sliding scale according to your celebrity at +the time of each publication. It won't be less than a hundred dollars a +page, and may run up to a thousand. It wouldn't be fair to fix the price +ahead. If the articles run say six months, the last article might be +worth ten times as much as the first."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it might be better written," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't mean that. But your name might be more of an ad. by that +time."</p> + +<p>"I've never written anything to print in my life," said Sam, "and I'm +not sure I can."</p> + +<p>"That doesn't make any difference. I'll write them for you. You might be +too modest anyhow. I can't think of a good name for the series. It ought +to be 'The Autobiography of a Hero,' or 'A Modern Washington in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Page 120]</a></span> +Cubapines,' or something like that. What do you think?"</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know," said Sam. "I must leave that to you. They sound +to me rather too flattering, but if you are sure that is the way those +things are always done, I won't make any objection. You might ask Mr. +Jonas. Where is he?"</p> + +<p>"He's going on next week. He's the greatest fellow I ever saw. +Everything he touches turns to gold. He's got his grip on everything in +sight on those blessed islands already. He's scarcely started, and he +could sell out his interests there for a cold million to-day. It's going +to be a big company to grab everything. He's called it the 'Benevolent +Assimilation Company, Limited'; rather a good name, I think, tho perhaps +'Unlimited' would be nearer the truth."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam. "It shows our true purposes. I hope the Cubapinos will +rejoice when they hear the name."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps they won't. There's no counting on those people. I'm sick of +them before I've<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Page 121]</a></span> seen them. I'm just going to tell what a lot of +skins they are when I begin writing for <i>The Lyre</i>. By the way, did you +have your photographs taken at Slowburgh?"</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page120" id="page120"></a><img src="images/page120.png" title="page120" alt="page120" height="413" width="400" /></p> +<h4>A BLOOD BROTHERHOOD</h4> +<h6>"A BIG COMPANY TO GRAB EVERYTHING ... THE 'BENEVOLENT<br /> +ASSIMILATION COMPANY, LIMITED'"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>"No," said Sam, "I forgot all about it, but I can write home about the +old ones, and I've got one in cadet uniform taken at East Point."</p> + +<p>"Well, we mustn't forget to have you taken at St. Kisco, and we can mail +the photos to <i>The Lyre</i>, but you must be careful not to overlook a +thing like that again. The people will want to know what the hero who +saved the country looked like."</p> + +<p>"Even if I don't do anything very wonderful," said Sam, "and I hope I +shall, I shall be taking part in a great work, and doing my share of +civilizing and Christianizing a barbarous country. They have no +conception of our civilized and refined manners, of the sway of law and +order, of all our civilized customs, the result of centuries of +improvement and effort."</p> + +<p>Cleary picked up a newspaper to read.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Page 122]</a></span>"What's that other newspaper lying there?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"That's <i>The Evening Star</i>; do you want it?" and he handed it to him.</p> + +<p>"Good Lord! what's that frightful picture?" said Cleary, as Sam opened +the paper. "Oh, I see; it's that lynching yesterday. Why, it's from a +snap-shot; that's what I call enterprise! There's the darkey tied to the +stake, and the flames are just up to his waist. My! how he squirms. It's +fearful, isn't it? And look at the crowd! There are small boys bringing +wood, and women and girls looking on, and, upon my word, a baby in arms, +too! I know that square very well. I've often been there. That's the +First Presbyterian Church there behind the stake. Rather a handsome +building," and Cleary turned back to his own paper, while Sam settled +down in his corner to read how the leading citizens gathered bones and +charred flesh as mementoes and took them home to their children. No one +could have guessed what he was reading from his expression, for his face +spoke of nothing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Page 123]</a></span> but a guileless conscience and a contented heart.</p> + +<p>One day at St. Kisco gave just time enough for the photographs, and most +of the day was devoted to them. Sam was taken in twenty poses—in the +act of leading his troops in a breach, giving the order to fire, +charging bayonets himself with a musket supposed to have been taken from +a dead foe, standing with his arms folded and his cap pulled over his +eyes in the trenches, and waving his cap on a bastion in the moment of +triumph. Cleary lay down so that his friend might be pictured with his +foot upon his prostrate form. The photographer was one who made a +specialty of such work, and was connected with a cinematograph company.</p> + +<p>"If you have good luck, sir, and become famous," he said, "as your +friend thinks you will, we'll fight your battles over again over there +in the vacant lot; and then we'll work these in, and you'll soon be in +every variety show in the country."</p> + +<p>"But I may be mounted on horseback," said Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Page 124]</a></span>"That's so," said Cleary. "Can't you get a horse somewhere and take him +on that?"</p> + +<p>"We never do that, sir. Here's a saddle. Just sit on it across this +chair, and when the time comes we'll work it in all right. We'll have a +real horse over in the lot." And thus Sam was taken straddling a chair.</p> + +<p>They left orders to send copies of the photographs to Homeville, +Slowburgh, and to Miss Hunter who was still at East Point, and the +remainder to <i>The Lyre</i>. That very evening they boarded the transport +and at daybreak sailed away over the great ocean. The ship was filled by +various drafts for different regiments and men-of-war. Sam's regiment +was already at the seat of war, but there were several captains and +lieutenants assigned to it on board, as well as thirty or forty men. Sam +felt entirely comfortable again for the first time since his resignation +at East Point. He was in his element, the military world, once more. +Everything was ruled by drum, fife, and bugle. He found the same feeling +of intense patriotism again, which civilians can not quite attain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Page 125]</a></span> to, +however they may make the attempt. The relations between some of the +officers seemed to Sam somewhat strange. The highest naval officer on +board, a captain, was not on speaking terms with the highest army +officer, a brigadier-general of volunteers. This breach apparently set +the fashion, for all the way down, through both arms of the service, +there were jealousies and quarrels. There was one great subject of +dispute, the respective merits of the two admirals who had overcome the +Castalian fleet at Havilla. Some ascribed the victory to the one and +some to the other, but to take one side was to put an end to all +friendships on the other.</p> + +<p>"See here, Sam," said Cleary, not long after they had been out of sight +of land, "who are you for, Admiral Hercules or Admiral Slewey? We can't +keep on the fence, that's evident, and if we get down on different sides +we can't be friends, and that might upset all our plans, not to speak of +the Benevolent Assimilation Trust."</p> + +<p>"The fact is," said Sam, "that I don't know<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Page 126]</a></span> anything about it. They're +both admirals, and they both must be right."</p> + +<p>"Nobody knows anything about it, but we must make up our minds all the +same. My idea is that Hercules is going to come out ahead; and as long +as one seems as good as the other in other respects, I move that we go +for Hercules."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Sam, "if you say so. He was in command, anyway, and +more likely to be right."</p> + +<p>So Sam and Cleary allied themselves with the Hercules party, which was +in the majority. They became quite intimate with the naval officers who +belonged to this faction, and saw more of them than of the army men. Sam +was much interested in learning about the profession which kept alive at +sea the same traditions which the army preserved on land. For the first +few days of the voyage the rolling of the ship made him feel a little +sick, and he concealed his failings as well as he could and kept to +himself; but he proved to be on the whole a good sailor. He was +particularly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Page 127]</a></span> pleased to learn that on a man-of-war the captain takes +his meals alone, and that only on invitation can an inferior officer sit +down at table with him. This appealed to him as an admirable way of +maintaining discipline and respect. The fact that all the naval men he +met had their arms and bodies more or less tattooed also aroused his +admiration. He inquired of the common soldiers if they ever indulged in +the same artistic luxury, and found out to his delight that a few of +them did.</p> + +<p>"It's strange," he remarked to Cleary, "that tattooing is universal in +the navy and comparatively rare in the army. I rather think the habit +must have been common to both services, and somehow we have nearly lost +it. It's a fine thing. It marks a man with noble symbols and mottoes, +and commits him to an honorable life, indelibly I may say."</p> + +<p>"It's a little like branding a mule," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam; "the brand shows who owns the mule, and the tattooing +shows a man belongs to his country."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Page 128]</a></span>"And if he's shipwrecked and hasn't any picture-books or newspapers with +him, he can find all he wants on his own skin," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Joke as you please, I think it's a patriotic custom."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you get tattooed then?" asked Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Do you think there's anybody on board can do it?" cried Sam +enthusiastically.</p> + +<p>"Of course. Any of those blue-jackets can tell you whom to go to."</p> + +<p>Sam was off before Cleary had finished his sentence. Sure enough, he +found a boatswain who was renowned as an artist, and without further +parley he delivered himself into his hands. Cleary was consulted on the +choice of designs, and the result was pronounced by all the connoisseurs +on board—and there were many—to be a masterpiece. On his chest was a +huge spread-eagle with a bunch of arrows, bayonets, and +lightning-flashes in his claws. Cannon belched forth on each side, and +the whole was flanked by a sailor on one side and a soldier on the +other. His arms were tattooed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Page 129]</a></span> with various small designs of crossed +swords, flags, mottoes, the title of his regiment, and other such +devices. The boatswain now thought that his task was complete, but Sam +insisted on having his back decorated as well, altho this was rather +unusual. The general stock of subjects had been exhausted, and Cleary +suggested that a representation of Sam himself, striking off the fetters +of a Cubapino, would be most appropriate. After discussing a number of +other suggestions offered by various friends, this one was finally +adopted and successfully carried out. The operation was not altogether +painless and produced a good deal of irritation of the skin, but it +served to pass Sam's time and allay his impatience to be in the field, +and Cleary became so much interested that he consented to allow the +artist to tattoo a few modest designs of cannon and crossed bayonets on +his own arms. Sam's comparatively high rank among officers who were, +many of them, his juniors in rank but his seniors in years, might have +made his position at first a difficult one had it not been for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Page 130]</a></span> his +entire single-mindedness and loyalty to his country. If the powers that +be had made him a captain, it was right that he should be a captain. He +obeyed implicitly in taking his seat near the head of the table, as he +would have obeyed if he had been ordered to the foot, and he expected +others to accept what came from above as he did.</p> + +<p>One afternoon a report sprang up that land was in sight, and soon every +eye was strained in one direction. Sam's eyesight was particularly good, +and he was one of the first to detect the white gleam of a lighthouse. +Soon the coast-line was distinct, and it was learned that they would +arrive on the next day. By daybreak Sam was on deck, studying as well as +he could this new land of heroism and adventure. Cleary joined him +later, and the two friends watched the strange tropical shore with its +palm-groves and occasional villages, and a range of mountains beyond. A +bay opened before them, and the ship turned in, passing near an old +fortification.</p> + +<p>"This is just where our fleet went in," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Page 131]</a></span> Cleary, examining a +folding map which he held in his hand. "They passed along there single +file," and he pointed out the passage.</p> + +<p>"Wasn't it glorious! Just think of sailing straight on, no matter how +many torpedoes there were!" exclaimed Sam.</p> + +<p>"They knew blamed well there weren't any torpedoes," answered Cleary.</p> + +<p>"How could they have known? They hadn't ever been here before? There +might perfectly well have been a lot of them directly under them."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Cleary, "they might have grown up from the bottom of the +sea. All sorts of queer things grow here. There might have been a sort +of coral torpedoes."</p> + +<p>"Cleary, you're getting more and more cynical every day. I wish you'd be +more reasonable. What's the matter with you?"</p> + +<p>"It must be the newspaper business. And then you see I don't wear a +uniform either. That makes a lot of difference."</p> + +<p>In another hour they passed the scene of the great naval battle. They +could just<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Page 132]</a></span> distinguish the hulks of the wrecks well in shore.</p> + +<p>"And there's Havilla!" cried Cleary.</p> + +<p>And Havilla it was. They entered the great Oriental port with its +crowded shipping. Small native boats were darting about between +merchantmen and men-of-war. The low native houses, the fine buildings of +the Castalian city, the palms, the Eastern costumes—all made a scene +not to be forgotten. An officer of the 200th Volunteer Infantry came on +board before the steamer had come to her moorings, with orders for +Captain Jinks to report at once at their headquarters in one of the +public buildings of the city. A lieutenant was left in charge of the +200th's detail, and Sam hastened ashore in a native boat and Cleary went +with him. They had no difficulty in finding their way, and Sam was soon +reporting to his chief, Colonel Booth, an elderly captain of the regular +army, who had been placed at the head of this volunteer regiment. The +colonel received him rather gruffly, and turned him over to one of his +captains, telling him they would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Page 133]</a></span> be quartered together. The colonel was +inclined to pay no attention to Cleary, but when the latter mentioned +the Benevolent Assimilation Company, Limited, he suddenly changed his +tone and expressed great delight at meeting him. Sam and Cleary went off +together with the captain, whose name was Foster, to visit the lodgings +assigned by the colonel. They were in a building near by, which had been +used as barracks by the Castalian army. A number of rooms had been +fitted up for the use of officers, and Sam and Foster were to occupy one +of these, an arrangement which promised to be most comfortable. Five +companies of their regiment were quartered in the same building.</p> + +<p>Cleary asked Foster's advice as to lodgings for himself, and Foster took +him off with him to find a place, while Sam was left to unpack his +luggage which had just arrived from the ship. They agreed to meet again +in the same room at nine o'clock in the evening.</p> + +<p>It was somewhat after the hour fixed that the three men came together. +Foster brought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Page 134]</a></span> out a bottle of whisky from a cupboard and put it on the +table by the water-jug, and then offered cigars. Sam had never smoked +before, but he felt that a soldier ought to smoke, and he accepted the +weed, and soon they were all seated, smoking and drinking, and engaged +in a lively conversation. Foster had been in the Cubapines since the +arrival of the first troops, and it was a treat for both of his +interlocutors to hear all the news at first hand from a participant in +the events.</p> + +<p>"How were things when you got here?" asked Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Well, it was like this," answered Foster. "Nothing had happened then +except the destruction of the fleet. Our fleet commanded the water of +course, and the niggers had closed up round the city on land. The +Castalians didn't have anything but the city, and when we came we wanted +to take the city."</p> + +<p>"Was Gomaldo in command of the Cubapino army then?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, he has been from the beginning. He's a bad lot."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Page 135]</a></span>"How is that?" asked Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Why, he has interfered with us all along as much as he could, just as +if we didn't own the place."</p> + +<p>"That's just what I thought," said Cleary. "The copperheads at home say +we treated him as an ally, but of course that's rubbish."</p> + +<p>"Of course," said Foster, "we never treated him as an ally. We only +brought him here and made use of him, supplying him with some arms and +letting him take charge of some of our prisoners. We couldn't tell him +that we intended to keep the islands, because we were using him and +couldn't get on without him. He's an ignorant fellow and hasn't the +first idea of the behavior of an officer and a gentleman."</p> + +<p>"Well, how did you take Havilla?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it was this way. The Castalians couldn't hold out because these +monkeys had the place so tight that they couldn't get any provisions in. +So they sent secret word to us that they would let us in on a certain +day if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Page 136]</a></span> we would keep the natives out. We agreed to this, of course. +Then the Castalian general said that we must have some kind of a battle +or he would be afraid to go home, and we cooked up a nice little battle. +When the men got into it, however, it turned out to be quite a skirmish, +and a number were killed on both sides. Then they surrendered and we +went in and put a guard at the gates, and wouldn't let the niggers in. +You wouldn't believe it, but they actually kicked at it. They're an +unreasonable, sulky lot of beggars."</p> + +<p>"Then what happened after that?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, after that we sent the Castalians home and the Cubapinos moved back +their lines a little, and we agreed to a sort of neutral zone and a line +beyond which we weren't to go."</p> + +<p>"What was it that started the fighting between us and them?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"It's a little mixed up. I was at the theater that night, and in the +middle of the play we heard firing, and all of us rushed off and found +everything in motion, and it grew into a regu<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Page 137]</a></span>lar fight. We made them +move back, and before long the firing ceased. I tried to find out the +next day how it began. The fact is, the day before, General Notice had +ordered the 68th to move forward about half a mile, and they did so. The +Cubapinos objected and insisted on crossing the new picket-line. That +evening an officer of theirs walked across it and was shot by the +sentinel. That started it."</p> + +<p>"Was the regiment moved across the line fixed on their side of the +neutral zone?" said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes. But that was all right. Don't we own the whole place? And the +regiment was only obeying orders."</p> + +<p>"I wonder why the general gave the orders?" asked Cleary, musing as he +looked into the smoke which he was puffing forth.</p> + +<p>"They say it was because he had what he called 'overmastering political +reasons.' That is, there was the army bill up in Congress and it had to +go through, and he was given the tip that some fighting would help it, +and he took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Page 138]</a></span> the hint. It was good statesmanship and generalship, too. +All subordinate things must bend to the great general interests of the +country. It was a good move, for it settled the business. Gomaldo sent +in the next day and tried to patch up a truce, but Notice wouldn't see +his messengers. He told them they must surrender unconditionally. It was +fine, soldierly conduct. He's a brick."</p> + +<p>"What has he gone home for?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Why, he'd conquered them. Why shouldn't he go home? They're giving him +a grand reception at home, and I'm glad to see it."</p> + +<p>"But he says that he has pacified the islands and brought the war to a +close!"</p> + +<p>"So he did, in the military sense. He couldn't tell that the scamps +wouldn't submit at once. It wasn't his fault that they showed such +unreasonable bitterness and obstinacy."</p> + +<p>"How much territory do we hold now?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"We've got the city and a strip along the bay where the fleet is; about +five miles back,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Page 139]</a></span> I should say. But it's hardly safe to wander off far +at night."</p> + +<p>"What's going to happen next?" asked Cleary. "I want to send home some +news to <i>The Lyre</i> as soon as I can, and I want my friend Jinks here to +have a chance to distinguish himself—and you too," he added hastily.</p> + +<p>"We'll probably get to work by next week, the way things look now. +General Laughter is rather slow, but he means business. Gomaldo is +getting a big army together, and we may have to take the offensive to +get ahead of him. Now I suppose we ought to turn in. How would you like +to take a look at Havilla to-morrow and see the place where the naval +battle was? We can get off duty in the afternoon. All right, let's meet +at regimental headquarters at three."</p> + +<p>Cleary bade them good-night, and Sam, who was beginning to feel +uncomfortable effects from his cigar, was quite ready to go to bed.</p> + +<p>Sam's morning was occupied in familiarizing himself with the regimental +routine in barracks. The building enclosed a large court<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Page 140]</a></span> which was used +for drills and guard-mounting parade, and he did not have occasion to +leave it until he went to join his friends at headquarters. Promptly at +three o'clock the three men sallied forth. Sam was struck with the +magnificence of the principal buildings, including the palace and the +cathedral.</p> + +<p>"It's a fine city, isn't it?" he said.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and the women are not bad-looking," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"The people don't quite look like savages," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"You can't judge of them by these," said Foster. "Wait till you meet +some negritos in the country."</p> + +<p>"How large a part of the population are they?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"About one-fortieth, I think, but where principle is involved you can't +go by numbers."</p> + +<p>"Of course not," was Sam's reply. "What building is that," he added, +"with our flag over it and the nicely dressed young women in the +windows?"</p> + +<p>"That?" said Foster, laughing; "oh, that's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Page 141]</a></span> the Young Ladies' Home. We +have to license the place. It's the only way to keep the army in +condition. Why, we've got about fifty per cent infected now."</p> + +<p>"Really?" cried Sam. "How our poor fellows are called upon to suffer for +these ungrateful Cubapinos! Still they can feel that they are suffering +for their country, too. That's a consolation."</p> + +<p>"There's more consolation than that," said Foster, "for we're spreading +the thing like wildfire among the natives. We'll come out ahead."</p> + +<p>"I wish, tho, that they wouldn't fly Old Gory over the house," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"There was some talk of taking it down, but you see it's the policy of +the Administration never to haul down the flag when it has once been +raised. It presents rather a problem, you see."</p> + +<p>"It may wear out in time," said Sam, "altho it looks painfully new. What +will they do then?"</p> + +<p>"I confess I don't know," said Foster.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Page 142]</a></span> "They'll cross the bridge when +they reach it."</p> + +<p>"A good many of the shop signs are in English already," remarked Sam. +"That's a good beginning."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Cleary. "But they seem to be almost all saloons, that's +queer."</p> + +<p>"So they are," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"There are some pretty good ones, too," said Foster. "Just stop in here +for a moment and take a drink."</p> + +<p>They entered a drinking-place and found a bar planned on the familiar +lines of home.</p> + +<p>"Look at this list of our drinks," said Foster proudly. "Count 'em; +there are eighty-two."</p> + +<p>Sam examined the list, which was printed and framed and hanging on the +wall, and they each took a glass of beer, standing. There were about a +dozen men in the place, most of them soldiers.</p> + +<p>"Do they do a big business in these places?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"You'll think so when you see the drunken soldiers in the streets in the +evening," an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Page 143]</a></span>swered Foster. "We're planting our institutions here, I +tell you."</p> + +<p>"Not only saloons," said Sam. "There's the post-office, for instance."</p> + +<p>"They had a post-office before," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"But ours is surely better," rejoined Sam.</p> + +<p>"It's better than it was," said Foster, "now that they've put the new +postmaster in jail. They say he's bagged $75,000."</p> + +<p>"It's a good example of the way we treat embezzlers," cried Sam. "It +ought to be a lesson to these Cubapinos. He'll be sent home to be tried. +They ought to do that with every one caught robbing the mails in any +way."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid if they did the force would be pretty well crippled," said +Foster.</p> + +<p>"Then there's the custom house," said Sam. "They must be delighted to +get rid of those Castalian swindlers."</p> + +<p>"A merchant here told me," said Foster, "that they have to pay just as +often now, but that they have to pay bigger sums."</p> + +<p>"Of course," cried Cleary, "you wouldn't expect our people to bother +with the little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Page 144]</a></span> bribes the Castalians were after. We live on a larger +scale. It will do these natives good to open their eyes to a real +nation. I'm sorry any of them steal, but if they do, let 'em take a lot +and be done with it."</p> + +<p>"We must remember that these people are only civilians," said Sam. "What +can we expect of them?"</p> + +<p>"Our commissary and quartermaster departments aren't much better, tho," +said Foster. "Somebody's getting rich, to judge from the prices we pay +and the stuff we get. The meat stinks, and the boots are made with glue +instead of stitches and nails."</p> + +<p>"Then they must have been appointed from civil life," cried Sam.</p> + +<p>"Come, Sam," said Cleary, "I'm a civilian now, and I'm not going to have +you crow over us. How about Captain Peters, who was the pet of +Whoppington and cleaned out the Deer Harbor fund?"</p> + +<p>Sam walked on in silence.</p> + +<p>"See here," said Foster, "I'm tired of going on foot. Let's take a cab. +Here, you fellow!"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Page 145]</a></span>A two-wheeled wagon with an awning, drawn by a small, shaggy horse, drew +up before them.</p> + +<p>"There's a gentleman in it," said Sam. "We must wait for another."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" cried Foster in a loud voice. "You evidently are a new +arrival. It's only one of those monkeys. Here you, sir, get out of +that!"</p> + +<p>The native expostulated a little, shrugged his shoulders, and did as he +was told, and the three men got in.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid he didn't like it," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Didn't like it? What of it?" said Foster. "Whatever we do in uniform is +official business, and we've got to impress these fellows with our power +and make them respect us."</p> + +<p>They drove now through some narrow streets, past various native cafés +half open to the air, where the <i>habitués</i> were beginning to collect, +through a picturesque gate in the old city wall, and out on the +Boulevard, which was now filled with people driving and walking. It was +a gay scene, and reminded Cleary of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Page 146]</a></span> some of the cities of the +Mediterranean which he had visited.</p> + +<p>"They're not quite as much like Apaches as I expected," said Sam, and +neither of his friends ventured to respond.</p> + +<p>"We haven't got time to go out to where the ships are sunk," said +Foster, "but if we drive up that hill and get out and walk up a little +farther we can see them in the distance. I've got my glasses with me."</p> + +<p>In a few minutes they were at this point of vantage in a sort of +unfrequented public park, and the three men took turns in looking at the +distant wrecks through the captain's field-glass.</p> + +<p>"It was a great victory, wasn't it?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps it was," answered Foster; "but the fact is, that those +old boats could hardly float and their guns couldn't reach our ships. We +just took our time and blew them up and set them on fire, and the crews +were roasted or drowned, that was all there was of it. I don't think +much of naval men anyway,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Page 147]</a></span> to tell the truth. They don't compare with +the army. They're always running their ships aground if there's any +ground to run into."</p> + +<p>"Anyhow, if it had been a strong fleet we'd have wiped it out just the +same, wouldn't we?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Undoubtedly," said Foster. "It's a pity, tho, that the fight didn't +test our naval armaments better. It didn't prove anything. If we'd only +used our torpedo-boats, and they'd got out their torpedo-boat +destroyers, and then we'd had some torpedo-boat-destroyer destroyers, +and——"</p> + +<p>"Yes," interrupted Cleary, "it is a pity."</p> + +<p>"But it wasn't Admiral Hercules's fault," said Sam. "His glory ought to +be just as great."</p> + +<p>"Hercules! Hercules!" shouted Foster. "What had Hercules to do with it? +He's a first-class fraud. It was Slewey who won the battle. You don't +mean to tell me that you are Hercules men?"</p> + +<p>Sam and Cleary tried in vain to explain<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Page 148]</a></span> their position, but Foster +would not listen to them. The breach evidently was irreparable. He +magnanimously turned over the cab to them, and went back to the city in +another vehicle.</p> + +<p>"Well, this is strange," said Sam. "I liked everything about Captain +Foster, but I don't understand this."</p> + +<p>"Oh, you will tho, old man," said Cleary. "I've found out this morning +that it's the same thing all through the army and navy here. They're +hardly any of them on speaking terms. If it isn't one thing it's +another. It's the Whoppington fashion, that's all. The general of the +army won't speak to the adjutant-general there, and they're always +smuggling bills into Congress to retire each other, and that spirit runs +all the way down through both services. I'm a civilian now, and I can +see with a little perspective. I don't know why military people are +always squabbling like the women in an old ladies' home. No other +professions do; it's queer. It's getting to be better to lose a battle +than to win it, for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Page 149]</a></span> then you don't have to fight for a year or two to +find out who won it."</p> + +<p>Sam entered a feeble protest against Cleary's criticisms, and the two +relapsed into silence.</p> + +<p>"Who did win that naval victory anyhow?" said Sam at last.</p> + +<p>"That's just what I'd like to know," responded Cleary. "One of the +admirals admits he wasn't there, and, if we are to believe the naval +people, the other one spent most of his time dodging around the +smokestack. But I think they're a little too hard on him; I can't +imagine why. I hear they're going to establish a permanent court at +Whoppington to determine who wins victories in future. It's not a bad +idea. My own view is that that battle won itself, and I shouldn't be +surprised if that was the way with most battles. It would be fun to run +a war without admirals and generals and see how it would come out. I +don't believe there'd be much difference. At any rate it looks so, if +what the navy says is true, and one of the admirals was away and the +other playing tag on the forward deck of the <i>Phila</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Page 150]</a></span><i>delphia</i>. Rum name +for a battle-ship, the <i>Brotherly Love</i>, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>To this Sam made no answer.</p> + +<p>On arriving at the barracks he succeeded in having a separate room +assigned to him, and thenceforth he and Foster were strangers.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Page 151]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> + +<h1>The Battle of San Diego</h1> + + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_7.png" alt="chap_7" height="598" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 401px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 411px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 414px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 432px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 434px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 436px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 436px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 434px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 432px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 414px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 411px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 401px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 380px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +URING the next few days there was much activity in the army. It was +clear that there was an expedition in preparation. All sorts of rumors +were floating about, but it was impossible to verify any of them. Some +said that Gomaldo was advancing with a large army; others, that he had +surrendered and that the army was about to take peaceable possession<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Page 152]</a></span> of +the islands. Meanwhile Sam's position in the 200th Infantry was most +unpleasant. Foster was a popular man in the regiment, and he had set all +the officers against him. It was unfortunately a Slewey regiment, and it +was too late for Sam to change sides—a thing which he was quite ready +to do. He made up his mind never to mention the two admirals again, and +regretted that he had named them once too often. He complained to +Cleary.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid," he said, "that there's no chance of my doing anything. The +colonel will see to it that I am out of the way if there's anything to +do. I might as well have stayed at East Point."</p> + +<p>"Brace up, old man! I've got an idea," said Cleary. "I'll fix you all +right. Just you wait till to-morrow or the day after."</p> + +<p>The next day in the afternoon Sam received an order to report at once at +the headquarters of General Laughter. He hastened to obey, and was +ushered into the presence of that distinguished officer in the palace. +It was an impressive sight that met his eyes. The gen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Page 153]</a></span>eral was believed +to weigh some three hundred pounds, but he looked as if he weighed +nearer five hundred. He was dressed in a white duck suit with brass +buttons, the jacket unbuttoned in front and showing his underclothes. He +was suffering a good deal from the heat, and fanning himself +incessantly. Several members of his staff were busied talking with +visitors or writing at desks, but the chief was doing nothing. He was +seated in a superb arm-chair with his back to a pier-glass.</p> + +<p>"Ah! captain," he said. "I'm glad to see you. Have a whisky and soda? +I've assigned you to duty on my staff. Report here again to-morrow at +ten and have your things moved over to the palace. Major Stroud will +show you your quarters, captain!"</p> +</div> +<p>Major Stroud advanced and shook hands with Sam. He was every inch a +soldier in appearance, but old enough to be a retired field-marshal. The +three indulged in whiskies and soda, and Sam took his leave after a +brief formal conversation. He found Cleary waiting for him in the +street.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Page 154]</a></span>"How on earth did you do it?" cried Sam.</p> + +<p>"It's the B. A. C. L.," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"The what!"</p> + +<p>"The Benevolent Assimilation Company, Limited. What do you suppose? With +<i>The Daily Lyre</i> thrown in too."</p> + +<p>"Oh! thank you, thank you, my dear, dear friend," ejaculated Sam, with +tears in his eyes. "I was beginning to think that my whole life was a +failure, and here I am just in the very best place in the world. I won't +disappoint you, I won't disappoint you!"</p> + +<p>In the few days at the barracks of the 200th Infantry, Sam had learned +something of regimental work, and now he applied himself assiduously to +the study of the business of the headquarters of a general in command in +the field, for the army was practically in the field. At first it all +seemed to him to be a maze quite without a plan, and he hoped that in +time he would begin to see the outline of a system. But the more he +observed the less system he saw. Everything that could be postponed was +postponed. Responsibility was shifted from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Page 155]</a></span> one staff officer to +another. No one was held accountable for anything, and general confusion +seemed to reign. The place was besieged with contractors and agents, and +the staff was nearly worried to death. The general was always very +busy—fanning himself—and the days went on.</p> + +<p>One morning a fellow member of the staff, a young lieutenant whom he +scarcely knew, called Sam aside and asked him for a half-hour's +conference. They went off together into a deserted room, and the +lieutenant began the conversation in a whisper.</p> + +<p>"See here, Captain," said he, "we're looking for a patriotic fellow who +cares more for his country than his own reputation. We understand that +you're just the man."</p> + +<p>"I hope so," said Sam, delighted at the prospect of an opportunity to +distinguish himself.</p> + +<p>"It's a rather delicate matter," continued the lieutenant, "and I must +say it's rather a compliment to you to be selected for the job. The fact +is, that Captain Jones is in trouble. He's about $3,000 short in his +accounts."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Page 156]</a></span>"How did that happen?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's not the point. I don't see that it makes any difference. But +we've got to get him out of the scrape. The honor of the army is at +stake. Civilians don't understand us. They don't appreciate our +standards of honor. And if this thing gets out they'll charge us with +all kinds of things. We've got to raise $3,000. That's all there is of +it."</p> + +<p>"Good heavens! how can we?" cried Sam. "I've hardly got anything left of +my pay, but I can give, say $25, on the next pay-day."</p> + +<p>"We're not going to pass the hat around. That would be beneath the +dignity of the army. What we want you to do is this—and, indeed, we +have settled it that you should do it. You are to go to-morrow afternoon +to Banks & Company, the army contractors, and have a confidential talk +with Banks. Tell him you must have $3,000 at once. Here's a letter of +introduction to him. He will see that you represent the people that run +things here. Tell him that his contracts will probably be preferred to +Short & Co.'s, and tell him that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Page 157]</a></span> for the future we shan't inspect his +things as closely as we have in the past. You needn't go into +particulars. He will understand. It's an ordinary business matter."</p> + +<p>"I don't quite like the idea," said Sam, ruminating. "Why don't you go +yourself?"</p> + +<p>"My dear Captain, I'm only a lieutenant. It requires a man of higher +rank to do such an important piece of work. You're a new man on the +staff, and we wanted to pay you an honor and give you a chance to show +your patriotism. You will be saving the reputation and character of the +army."</p> + +<p>"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Sam. "Are you sure that it's always done in +just this way?"</p> + +<p>"Always. It's an ordinary matter of business arrangement, as I've +already told you."</p> + +<p>"Then it must be all right, I suppose," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"But it's not only that. It's a noble act to protect the character of a +brother officer."</p> + +<p>"So it is, so it is," said Sam. "I'll do it. I'll call and see him about +it to-morrow afternoon."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Page 158]</a></span>"Hello!" shouted another officer, coming into the room. "Have you seen +the orders? There's to be a conference of brigade and regimental +commanders here to-night, and all staff officers are invited to attend. +That means business."</p> + +<p>Sam was overjoyed at the news, and the three men hastened to the +headquarters' room to discuss it with their fellow officers.</p> + +<p>Sam was present at the conference as a matter of course, and he watched +the proceedings with the greatest interest. A map was stretched out on a +magnificent gilt table in the middle of the room in which Sam had first +seen the general, and most of the officers bent over it studying it. The +general sat back in his arm-chair with his fan and asked everybody's +advice, and no one appeared to have any advice to give.</p> + +<p>"The fact is this, gentlemen," he said at last, "we've got to do +something, and the question is, what to do. Burton," said he to his +assistant adjutant-general, "show them the plan that we've worked out."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Page 159]</a></span>Burton was one of the officers who were poring over the map, and he +began to explain a general advance in the direction of the enemy. He +pointed out the position which they were now supposed to occupy, some +ten miles away.</p> + +<p>"We ought to move out our lines to-morrow," he explained, "within, say, +three or four miles of theirs. The regiments will keep the same order +that they're in here at Havilla. We can't make the final arrangements +until we get there. We may stay there a day or two to entrench +ourselves, and then move on them at daybreak some day within a week."</p> + +<p>"That's the plan, gentlemen," said the general. "What do you think of +it?" and he began to question all the general and field officers present +beginning with the youngest, and none of them had any suggestion to +offer.</p> + +<p>"Then it's understood that we start for this line here to-morrow morning +at seven," said Burton.</p> + +<p>They all assented.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, let's have some whisky," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Page 160]</a></span> the general, and the +conference resolved itself into a committee of the whole.</p> + +<p>Early in the morning the troops began to move forward. Sam, who acted as +aide-de-camp, was sent out from headquarters once or twice to urge the +various colonels to make haste, but there seemed to be no special orders +as to the details of the movement. The regiments went as best they could +and selected their own roads, finally choosing the positions that seemed +most desirable to their commanders, who took care not to leave too great +an interval between regiments. The men were set to work at once at +putting up the tents and making entrenchments. It was some time after +midday when the general and his staff finally left the headquarters in +the city. Sam came downstairs with Major Stroud to mount his horse, and +was surprised to see a landau with two horses drawn up at the door.</p> + +<p>"Who's that for?" he cried.</p> + +<p>"For the general," answered Major Stroud quietly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Page 161]</a></span>"For the general! Why on earth doesn't he ride a horse?"</p> + +<p>"There isn't a horse in the place that can carry him. He tried one when +he first came here. He mounted it on a step-ladder, and the beast came +down on his knees on the stone pavement and had to be shot. He hasn't +tried it since."</p> + +<p>After waiting on the street for a long time Sam had the privilege of +seeing the general emerge from the palace and enter his carriage. He was +perspiring and fanning as usual, but carried no whisky and soda. The +staff officers, of whom there were a dozen or more, mounted and followed +the carriage. Sam rode next to Stroud. There was much confusion in the +roads which they traveled—wagons laden with tents and provisions and +hospital stores, camp-followers of all descriptions, and some belated +soldiers besides. The general, however, had the right of way, and they +proceeded with reasonable speed. They passed through native villages, +rows of one-and two-story thatched houses on each side, with wooden +palisades in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Page 162]</a></span> front of them, well shaded by low but spreading palms. +They passed large sugar refineries, built by the Castalians, and +churches and convents. They passed rice-fields, some covered with water +and others more or less dry, which sturdy peasants were busy harrowing +with buffaloes. On the road they saw many two-wheeled carts drawn by +single buffaloes, the man standing in the cart as he drove. At last they +came to a halt on rising ground at the edge of a piece of woodland, and +Colonel Burton, the adjutant-general, rode up beside the general's +carriage and dismounted, and the two began to study the map again. After +a long discussion the procession moved on again and finally stopped at +the crest of a ridge, where the general alighted and soon selected a +place for his tent. An hour had passed before the tents and baggage +arrived, but notwithstanding the delay the tents were pitched and supper +ready by sundown, and Sam found himself actually in the field on the eve +of a battle. The eve, however, was somewhat prolonged. Several days +passed, and Sam was kept pretty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Page 163]</a></span> busy in riding to the various brigade +and regimental headquarters and finding out how things were progressing: +what was the state of the trenches, and what news there was from the +enemy. Scouting parties were sent out, but their reports were kept +secret, and Sam was left in the dark. There was a native village about +half a mile to the rear, and the inhabitants were all friendly. Sam +stopped there occasionally for a drink of water, and became acquainted +with the keeper of the café, who was particularly amicable and fond of +conversation. Cleary was on the lookout for accommodations in the +neighborhood, and Sam introduced him to this native, Señor Garcia, who +provided him with a room. One evening Sam was sitting with Cleary in the +café when Garcia, as was his custom, joined them, and they began to talk +in the Castalian language.</p> + +<p>"We are glad you people are coming to rule our islands," said Garcia; +"that is, those of us who know your history, because we know that you +are a great people and love freedom."</p> + +<p>"I am pleased to hear it," said Sam.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Page 164]</a></span> "Cleary, I was sure that all the +sensible natives would feel that way."</p> + +<p>"You believe in liberty, equality, fraternity?"</p> + +<p>"Of course we do," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam, "if you understand those words properly. Now liberty +doesn't interfere with obedience. Our whole army here is built up on the +idea of obedience. We've all got liberty, of course, but——"</p> + +<p>"Liberty to do what?" asked Garcia innocently.</p> + +<p>"Why, liberty to—well, to—yes, liberty to do as we're ordered," said +Sam.</p> + +<p>"Ah! I see," said Garcia. "And then you have equality."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam, "in a general way we have. But that doesn't prevent +people from differing in rank. Now there's the general, he's my +superior, and I'm the superior of the lieutenants, and we're all +superior to the privates. We have regular schools at home to teach us +not to misunderstand the kind of equality that we believe in. There's +one at East Point for the army. This gentleman and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Page 165]</a></span> I were educated +there. We weren't allowed even to look at our superiors. There's another +institution like it for the navy. And then every man-of-war and every +army garrison is a sort of college to spread these ideas about rank. A +captain of a ship can't even let his officers dine with him too often. +It's a fine system and it prevents us from making any mistakes about +what equality means."</p> + +<p>"And then fraternity?" asked Garcia.</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's just the same," said Cleary. "At East Point we got a blow in +the jaw if we showed the wrong kind of fraternity to our betters."</p> + +<p>"It's a wonderful system," said Garcia. "But I have heard some of your +people explain liberty, equality, fraternity a little differently."</p> + +<p>"They must have been civilians," said Sam. "The army and navy represent +all that is best in our country, and the people at large do not +understand the army and navy. Luckily for you, the islands will be in +charge of the army.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Page 166]</a></span> There won't be any mistake about the kind of +liberty and equality we give you."</p> + +<p>"I am so grateful," said Garcia, rolling up his eyes.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Cleary," said Sam. "The people at home don't understand us. Did +you see that there's a bill in Congress to allow men in the ranks, mere +non-commissioned officers, to apply for commissions? If they pass it, it +will be the end of the army. Just think of a sergeant becoming one of +us! Oh, I forgot, you aren't an officer, but you must know how I feel!"</p> + +<p>Cleary expressed his sympathy, and Sam bade him and his host good-night. +On his way back through a path in the jungle he thought he heard a light +step behind him, but when he looked back he could see nothing. When he +arrived at the headquarters' tent he found all the higher officers of +the army there, and Stroud whispered to him that they had heard that +Gomaldo would take the offensive the next morning, and that consequently +a general advance was ordered for daybreak in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Page 167]</a></span> order that they might +forestall him. The general was rather taken by surprise and his final +plans were not ready, but it was arranged that at four o'clock each +regiment should advance, and that orders containing further details +would be sent to them by six o'clock at the latest. Burton remained in +the general's tent to perfect the orders, and Sam went to the tent which +he occupied with Major Stroud to enjoy a few hours' sleep.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid we're not quite ready," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"No army ever is," replied Stroud laconically.</p> + +<p>"I wish the general were a little livelier and quicker," said Sam, +blushing at his own blasphemy.</p> + +<p>"And thinner?" said Stroud, smiling, as he twisted his white mustache +and smoothed his imperial. "Oh, he'll do very well. He's a good solid +point to rally round and fall back on, and then we always know where to +find him, for he can't get away very far if he tries."</p> + +<p>At half-past three in the morning the officers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Page 168]</a></span> of the staff were called +by a native servant and began to make their preparations. They +breakfasted as best they could on coffee without sugar or cream, and +some stale bread, with an egg apiece, and whisky. Sam felt unaccountably +sleepy, and he thought that all the rest looked sleepy too. It was five +o'clock before Burton had the orders ready for the various subordinate +commanders, telling each of them in which direction to advance. The plan +had been mapped out the night before, but the orders had to be copied +and corrected. At last he came out and distributed them to Stroud, Sam, +and several other officers—two orders to each, yawning painfully as he +handed them out.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I slept a wink last night," he said.</p> + +<p>The two commands to which Sam's orders were directed were stationed on +the extreme right of the army. He made a rough tracing of that part of +the map and set out at once on a wiry little native pony. For some +distance he followed the high-road, but then was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Page 169]</a></span> obliged to turn into a +branch road which led through the woods, and which soon became a mere +wood-path. Before long he heard firing in front of him, and soon he +recognized the sound of whistling bullets above his head. He found +himself ducking his head involuntarily, and almost for the first time in +his life he was conscious of being afraid. This was a surprise to him, +as his thoughts during the night whenever he had been awake had been +full of pleasant anticipations.</p> + +<p>The path suddenly came out into an open rolling country, and Sam pulled +up his horse, dismounted, and hiding behind some underbrush, took a look +at the situation. There was a Gatling-gun, worked by a young officer and +five men, a few hundred yards to the right at the edge of the woods. +Beyond to the front he could see a line of troops firing at the enemy +from behind a wall. Of the Cubapinos he could see nothing but the smoke +of their guns and muskets here and there. Shells were falling in another +part of the field, but nowhere near him. Bullets were flying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Page 170]</a></span> thick +through the air, and he heard them hissing constantly. As he looked he +saw one of the Gatling crew fall over, doubled up in a heap. Sam moved +along in the wood nearer to this gun, so that he might ask where he +could find the brigade commander. As he approached he heard the +lieutenant say:</p> + +<p>"Damn those sharp-shooters. They've got our range now. With this damned +smokeless powder they can pick us all off. Clark, bring some of that +artificial smoke stuff here."</p> + +<p>The soldier obeyed, and in a few moments a dense smoke rose above them, +covering the whole neighborhood.</p> + +<p>"What a wonderful thing these inventions are!" thought Sam, as he tied +his horse to a tree and advanced crouching toward the battery. The +lieutenant pointed out to him the position of the brigadier-general, +some distance back on the right under cover of the jungle, and told him +of a path that would take him there. Sam was not slow to follow his +directions, for just then a shell exploded close by. He soon found the +general surrounded<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Page 171]</a></span> by his staff on a partially wooded hill, from which, +however, they could command the field with their glasses. Bullets were +flying about them, and an occasional shell sailed over their heads, but +the general seemed perfectly at home. He took the orders, opened them +and read them.</p> + +<p>"That's strange," said he. "Last night I understood that I was to make +for that pass between the hills there on the left, and now I'm ordered +to take the first turning to the right. I don't understand it. Do you +know anything about it?"</p> + +<p>"No, sir."</p> + +<p>"Well, he must have changed his mind. Or else it was a bluff to keep his +plans from leaking out. Tell the general that I will carry out his +orders at once."</p> + +<p>Sam inquired of the members of the staff where he would be likely to +find the 43d Volunteers, to whose colonel his other orders were +directed, but they had no information, except that in the morning that +regiment had been stationed farther over on the right. Sam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Page 172]</a></span> started out +again, guiding himself as best he could by a compass which he had in his +pocket. He selected the paths which seemed most promising, but the +jungle between was impenetrable on horseback. The firing on the extreme +right seemed to be farther in the rear, and he made his way in that +direction. Again he came out at the edge of the woods, and to his +surprise saw a battalion of the enemy at a short distance from him. He +turned his horse, stuck his spurs into him, and went back along the path +to the rear at a full run, while a shower of bullets fell around him. He +still kept on working to the right in the direction of the firing which +he heard in front of him. At last in a hollow of the jungle he came upon +a Red Cross station, one of those advance temporary relief posts where +the wounded who are too much injured to be taken at once to the rear are +treated. Twenty or thirty men were lying in a row, some of them on their +coats, others on the bare ground. Two surgeons were doing what they +could in the line of first aid to the injured, binding up arms and +legs,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Page 173]</a></span> dressing wounds, and trying to stop the flow of blood from +arteries. Two soldiers were lifting a wounded man on a stretcher so that +he might be carried to the rear, and he was groaning with agony. Every +one of the patients was blotched in one place or another with blood, and +some of them were lying in pools of the crimson fluid. Sam felt a little +sick at his stomach. Two men came in with another stretcher, bringing a +wounded man from the front. The man gave a convulsive start as they set +him down.</p> + +<p>"A bullet's just hit him in the head," said one of the men. "I'm glad it +wasn't me."</p> + +<p>One of the doctors looked at the wounded man.</p> + +<p>"He's dead," he said. "Damn you, what do you mean by bringing dead men +here?"</p> + +<p>The two bearers took up their load again and dropped it out of sight in +the bushes. Sam did not like to interrupt the doctors, who were +overtasked, so he dismounted and tried to find a wounded man well enough +to answer his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Page 174]</a></span> questions. One man at the end of the row looked less pale +than the rest, and he asked him where he could find the 43d.</p> + +<p>"That's my regiment, sir," he replied, as a twig, cut off by a bullet, +fell on his face. "You'd better lie down here, sir; you'll be shot if +you don't. A lot of the wounded have been hit here again."</p> + +<p>Sam sat down by his side.</p> + +<p>"Our regiment is over that way," he said, pointing in the direction of +the firing. "I don't know where the colonel is. We haven't seen him for +hours. The lieutenant-colonel is down with fever. I think the major's in +command. You ought to find him at the front. We've been falling back, +and the firing sounds nearer than it did. I'm afraid the enemy will +catch us here."</p> + +<p>Sam did not wait to hear anything further, but, leaving his horse tied +to a tree, he ran toward the front. He found many soldiers skulking +along the path, and they directed him to the major. He discovered him +sitting on the ground behind a stone wall.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Page 175]</a></span>"Here, major, are your orders. I understand you're in command."</p> + +<p>"Not much," said the major. "The colonel's in command. You'd better find +him."</p> + +<p>"Where is he?"</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know. I haven't seen him since six o'clock."</p> + +<p>"But this is your regiment, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes. It's part of it."</p> + +<p>Just then a young captain came running up from the front, and cried out +to his major:</p> + +<p>"Major, we're having a hard time of it there. Won't you come up and take +charge? I'm afraid they'll force us back."</p> + +<p>"No," said the major, "I won't. I'm going back there to that last +village. It's a much better place to defend. Besides I'm not feeling +well. You fellows can stay here if you like. I shan't order the regiment +back, but I'll go back and get ready for them there. We ought to have +trenches there, you know," and he got up and walked rapidly off down the +road. The captain turned to Sam.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon, captain," said he, "but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Page 176]</a></span> what are we to do? Our +officers have given out, and we're a new regiment and haven't any +experience. Won't you take command?"</p> + +<p>Sam was by no means satisfied in his mind that he would behave much +better than the major, but here was an opportunity that he could not +afford to lose.</p> + +<p>"I'll see what I can do," said he. "Let's see what the orders are."</p> + +<p>He opened the document and saw that it was a direction to keep on to the +front until they arrived before the town of San Diego, which they were +to assault and capture.</p> + +<p>"Show me where your men are," said Sam. "Who have you got there?"</p> + +<p>"We've got our own regiment, the 43d, and six or eight companies of the +72d—I don't know where they came from; and then there's a battery, and +perhaps some others."</p> + +<p>They hastened along the road together, urging the stragglers to join +them, which many of them did. The way became more and more encumbered +with men, and the bullets came thicker. Sam was thoroughly scared. He<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Page 177]</a></span> +could feel his legs waver at the knee, and it seemed as if a giant hand +had grasped him by the spine. They passed several musicians of the band.</p> + +<p>"Start up a tune!" cried Sam. "Play something and follow us." At the +same time he instinctively thrust his hand into his breast pocket and +felt for his traveling Lares and Penates, namely, his tin soldier, his +photographs of East Point, one of Marian, and her last letter. Meanwhile +the band began to play and the bass-drummer wielded his huge drumstick +with all his might. Sam began to feel happier, and so did the men about +him. One of the musicians suddenly fell, struck dead by a bullet, and +just then a shell burst over them and two or three men went down. With +one accord the soldiers began to curse and swear in the most frightful +manner and to insist on speedy vengeance. Sam was surprised to find +himself enjoying the oaths. They just expressed his feelings, and he +hurried on to the edge of the woods. In front of them they saw a line of +their own men lying on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Page 178]</a></span> ground behind stones and logs, shooting at +the enemy, whose line could be distinguished hardly more than a third of +a mile away.</p> + +<p>"They're nearer than they were," whispered the captain. "We must push +them back or they'll have us. The men on the firing line are getting +scared."</p> + +<p>"We must scare them behind more than the enemy does in front," said Sam, +drawing his revolver. "Here you, sir, get back into your place."</p> + +<p>A man in the ranks, who was beginning to creep back, saw the revolver +and dropped back in his position with an oath.</p> + +<p>"Forward!" cried Sam, now thoroughly in the spirit of the occasion. +"Come up to the front, all of you, and extend our line there to the +right. Lie down and take careful aim with every shot."</p> + +<p>The men did as they were told, and Sam took up his position behind the +line with the captain, both of them standing in a perfect gale of +bullets, while all the rest were lying down.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Page 179]</a></span>"Lie down," said Sam to the captain. "You've no business to risk your +life like that."</p> + +<p>"How about yours, sir?" said the captain, as he obeyed.</p> + +<p>"I'll take care of myself, if you'll be good enough to let me," answered +Sam.</p> + +<p>The presence of a staff officer gave new courage to the men, and their +marksmanship began to have effect on the enemy, who were seen to be +gradually falling back. Sam took this opportunity to move his line +forward, and he sent a lieutenant to direct the battery to cover his men +when they should charge on the enemy's line. He moved his line forward +in this way successively three or four times, and the troops were now +thoroughly encouraged, and some of them even asked to be allowed to +charge. Sam, however, postponed this final act as long as he could. It +was not until he saw the captain whom he had met in the woods mangled +and instantly killed by a piece of shell that he became so angry that he +could restrain himself no longer. He gave<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Page 180]</a></span> the order to fix bayonets, +and with a yell the men rose from their lairs and rushed over the +intervening ground to the enemy's position. The Cubapinos did not wait +for them, but turned and ran precipitously. Sam and his men followed +them for at least a mile, when they made a stand again.</p> + +<p>"They're in the trenches now that they were in this morning," explained +a lieutenant.</p> + +<p>Here the same tactics were renewed, and in another half-hour Sam ordered +his men to charge again. This time the enemy waited longer, and many of +the attacking party fell, but before they reached the trenches the +Cubapinos took flight, and Sam saw his soldiers bayonet the last two or +three of them in the back. There were a good many dead in the trenches, +all of them shot through the head. It was a proud moment for Sam when he +stood on the edge of the trench and planted Old Gory there while the men +cheered. A wounded Cubapino lay just before him, and one of the soldiers +kicked him in the head and killed him. Sam noticed it, and was a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Page 181]</a></span> little +startled to find that it seemed all right to him.</p> + +<p>"I've half a mind to kick the next wounded man I see," he thought. "It +must be rather good sport"; but he did not do it.</p> + +<p>The rest of the fight was in the nature of a procession. They pursued +the flying Cubapinos as fast as they could, but were unable to come up +with them. In a native village through which they passed, Sam asked an +old man, who had been too weak to get away, how far off San Diego was, +and learned that it was five miles away to the left. He could not +understand this, but still he kept on in that direction. As they left +the village it burst into flames, for the last soldiers had set it on +fire. Sam thought of the old man perishing in his hut, and it seemed to +him a fine thing and quite natural. On their way they came across other +bodies of troops who joined them, and it so happened that no one came +forward of superior rank to Sam, and consequently he retained the +command. Before they came in sight of San Diego he had quite a brigade<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Page 182]</a></span> +under him. He halted them in front of the town and sent out a scouting +party. There was no sound of firing now except in the distance. In an +hour the scouting party came back and reported that the place had been +vacated by the enemy, who for some reason had been seized by a panic. +Sam ordered the advance to be resumed, and late in the afternoon found +himself in possession of San Diego. He began to take measures at once to +fortify the place, when the brigadier-general whom he had seen in the +morning marched in with his brigade and took over the command from him, +congratulating him on his success, which was already the talk of the +army. Sam turned over the command to him with much grace and dignity, +and, borrowing a horse, set off for the old headquarters which he had +left in the morning, for he learned that, altho the enemy were +completely defeated and scattered, still the general would not move his +headquarters forward to the front till the following day.</p> + +<p>The general received him with great cordiality.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Page 183]</a></span>"Everything turned out just as I planned it," he said, "but, Captain, +you helped us out at a critical point there on the right. I shall +mention you in despatches. You may depend on being promoted and given a +good post. You ought to have a regiment at least."</p> + +<p>Sam was taking his supper when Cleary came in, hot and grimy.</p> + +<p>"Well, you're a great fellow," he said, "to get away from me the way you +did this morning. But didn't I tell you, you were the stuff? Why, you +won the battle. Do you know that you turned their left flank?"</p> + +<p>"To tell the truth, I didn't know it," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Well, you did."</p> + +<p>"But the general planned everything," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Cleary, "but I'll tell you more about that. I'm doing some +detective work, and I'll have something to tell you in a day or two. But +I wish I'd been with you. I had my kodak all ready. However, they can +make up the pictures at home. How's this for headlines?" and he took +some notes from his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Page 184]</a></span> pocket. "'Great Victory at San Diego. Captain Jinks +Turns Defeat into Victory. Hailed as Hero Jinks by the Army. General +Laughter's Plans Carried Out through the Young Hero's Co-operation.' +What do you think of that? We'll put the part about the general in small +caps, because he's not quite solid with the trust. I'm not going to +write up anybody but you and the Mounted Mustangs; those are my orders."</p> + +<p>"How did the Mustangs make out?" asked Sam. "They were way off on the +left, and I haven't heard anything about them."</p> + +<p>"They did very decently," said Cleary, "considering they were never +under fire before. They kept up pretty well with the regulars, and +fortunately they had a regular regiment on each side. They really did +well."</p> + +<p>"Did they make any fine cavalry charges?" inquired Sam.</p> + +<p>"Cavalry charges! Bless your heart, they didn't have any horses, and +it's lucky they didn't. They had their hands full without having to +manage any horses!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Page 185]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> + +<h1>Among the Moritos</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_8.png" alt="chap_8" height="612" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 365px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 393px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 397px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 397px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 393px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 376px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 372px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 376px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 380px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 376px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 372px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 368px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 364px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 372px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 379px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 382px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 411px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 3958px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /> + +N the following day headquarters were moved into San Diego. Sam was +lodged in the town hall with the general, and Cleary got rooms close by. +There were rumors of renewed activity on the part of the Cubapinos, but +it was thought that their resistance for the future would be of a +guerrilla nature. There was, however, one savage tribe to the north +which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Page 186]</a></span> had terrorized a large district of country, and the general +decided that it must be subdued. Sam heard of this plan, but did not +know whether he would be sent on the expedition or not, and urged Cleary +to use his influence so that he might be one of the party.</p> + +<p>"I'll manage it for you, old man," said Cleary, two or three days after +the battle. "I've got the general in a tight place, and all I've got to +do is to let him know it and he'll do whatever I want."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?"</p> + +<p>"Why, he had about as much to do with the San Diego fight as the man in +the moon."</p> + +<p>"What?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'll tell you the story. I've run down every clue and here it is. +You see somehow Colonel Burton got the orders mixed up that morning and +addressed every one of them to the wrong general."</p> + +<p>"Is it possible?" exclaimed Sam. "That explains why they couldn't +understand the orders there in the Third Brigade, and why I took all day +to find San Diego. I wonder if<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Page 187]</a></span> it's true. Why on earth didn't Gomaldo +win then? It must have been a close call."</p> + +</div> + +<p>"It's plain enough why he didn't win," said Cleary. "That chap Garcia +was one of his spies, and a clever one too. He got all he could out of +you and me, but that wasn't much. Then he had the native servant of the +general in his pay. As soon as you left on the night before the battle +he cleared out too, and he got a statement from the native servant of +all the general intended to do. He got the news to Gomaldo by midnight, +and before sunrise the Cubapino forces were ready to meet each of our +columns when they advanced. They had ambushes prepared for each of them. +If the orders had gone out straight we'd have been cleaned out, that's +my opinion. But you see, they all went wrong and the columns advanced +along different roads, and poor Gomaldo's plans all went to pot. I +believe he had Garcia hanged for deceiving him. You haven't seen the +general's servant since the battle, have you?"</p> + +<p>"Now that you speak of it, I don't think I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Page 188]</a></span> have," said Sam. "But he's a +great general all the same, don't you think so?"</p> + +<p>"Of course," answered Cleary.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if all battles are won like that?" said Sam.</p> + +<p>"I half think they are," said his friend. "And then the generals smile +and say, 'I told you so.'"</p> + +<p>"Cleary," said Sam, "I want you to answer me one question honestly."</p> + +<p>"Out with it."</p> + +<p>"Did I have much to do with winning that battle or not?"</p> + +<p>"To tell the honest truth, Sam, between me and you, I don't know whether +you did or not. But <i>The Lyre</i> will say that you did, and that will +settle it for history."</p> + +<p>Sam sighed and made no other reply.</p> + +<p>The expedition against the Moritos started out a week later. It +consisted of two regiments, one of colored men under a certain Colonel +James, the other of white volunteers, with a brigadier-general in +command. Sam was assigned to the command of the volunteer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Page 189]</a></span> regiment with +the temporary rank of major, its colonel having been wounded at the +battle of San Diego. For a whole day they marched northward unmolested, +and encamped at night in a valley in the mountains with a small native +village as headquarters. There had been little incident during the day. +They had burned several villages and driven off a good many cattle for +meat. Sam was surprised to see how handsome the furniture was in the +little thatched cottages of the people, perched as they were on posts +several feet high. It was a feast day, and the whole population had been +in the streets in their best clothes. The soldiers snatched the jewels +of the women and chased the men away, and then looted the houses, +destroying what they could not take, and finally setting them on fire.</p> + +<p>"It's better so," said Sam to his adjutant. "Make war as bad as possible +and people will keep the peace. We are the real peacemakers."</p> + +<p>He heard shouts and cries as he passed through the villages, and had +reason to think<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Page 190]</a></span> that the soldiers were not contented with mere looting, +but he did not inquire. He took his supper with the general at his +headquarters. Colonel James and Cleary ate with them, for Cleary was +still true to his friend's fortunes and determined to follow him +everywhere. After an evening of smoking and chatting, Sam, Cleary, and +Colonel James bade the general good-night and started for their +quarters, which lay in the same direction. It was a gorgeous moonlight +night, such a night as only the tropics can produce, and they sauntered +slowly along the mountain road, enjoying the scene.</p> + +<p>"There is a question that I have been wanting to ask you, Colonel," said +Sam to Colonel James as they walked on together. "What do you think of +darkies as soldiers? I have never seen much of them, and as you have a +negro regiment, you must know all about it."</p> + +<p>"Well, the truth is, Major," responded the colonel, "I wouldn't have my +opinion get out for a good deal, but I'll tell you in confidence.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Page 191]</a></span> They +make much better soldiers than white men, that's the long and short of +it."</p> + +<p>"How can you explain that? It's most surprising!" cried Sam.</p> + +<p>"Well, they're more impressible, for one thing. You can work them up +into any kind of passion you want to. Then they're more submissive to +discipline; they're used to being ordered about and kicked and cuffed, +and they don't mind it. Besides, they're accustomed from their low +social position to be subordinate to superiors, and rather expect it +than not. They are all poor, too, and used to poor food and ragged +clothes and no comforts, and of course they don't complain of what they +get from us."</p> + +<p>"You mean," said Cleary, "that the lower a man is in the scale of +society the better soldier he makes."</p> + +<p>"Well," answered the colonel, "I hadn't ever put it just in that light, +but that's about the size of it. These darkies are great hands at +carrying concealed weapons, too. If it isn't a razor it's something +else, and if there's a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Page 192]</a></span> row going on they will get mixed up in it, but +they're none the worse as soldiers for that."</p> + +<p>"Let's go up to that point there and take the moonlight view before we +turn in," suggested Cleary.</p> + +<p>The others agreed, and they began to climb a path leading up to the +right. It was much more of a climb than they had expected, and when they +had become quite blown they sat down to recover their breath.</p> + +<p>"I think we'd better go back," said Colonel James. "We may lose our way, +and it isn't safe here. The Moritos are known to be thick in these +mountains, and they might find us."</p> + +<p>"Oh, let's go a little farther," said Cleary, and they set out to climb +again.</p> + +<p>"The path seems to stop here," said Sam, who was in the lead. "This must +be the top, but I don't see any place for a view. Perhaps we'd better go +back."</p> + +<p>Cleary did not repeat his objection, and they began to retrace their +steps. For some time they went on in silence.</p> + +<p>"The path begins to go up-hill here," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Page 193]</a></span> Cleary, who now led. "I +don't understand this. We didn't go down-hill at all."</p> + +<p>"I think we did for a short distance," answered Sam.</p> + +<p>They went on, still ascending.</p> + +<p>"There doesn't seem to be any path here," said Cleary. "Do you see it?"</p> + +<p>His companions were obliged to admit that they did not.</p> + +<p>"We'd better call for help," said Sam, and the three men began to shout +at the top of their voices, but there was no reply. An hour must have +elapsed while they were engaged in calling, and their voices became +husky, but all in vain.</p> + +<p>"Hist!" said Cleary at last. "I think I hear some one coming. I heard +the branches move. They have sent out for us, thank fortune! I didn't +like the idea of sleeping out here and making the acquaintance of snakes +and catching fevers."</p> + +<p>The words, were hardly out of his mouth when three shadowy figures +sprang out of the bushes and grasped each of the three men from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Page 194]</a></span> behind, +holding their elbows back so that they could not use their arms, and in +a moment a veritable swarm of long-haired, half-clad Moritos were upon +them, pinioning them and emptying their pockets and belts. It was quite +useless to make any resistance, the attack had been too sudden and +unexpected. Cleary cried out once, but they made him understand that, if +he did it again, they would stab him with one of their long knives. When +the captives were securely bound, the captors began to discuss the +situation in their own language, which was the only language they +understood. There was evidently some difference of opinion, but after a +few minutes they came to some kind of an agreement. The legs of the +prisoners were unbound, and they were made to march through the jungle, +each one with two guards behind him, who pricked him with their lances +if he did not move fast enough. Their only other arms seemed to be bows +and arrows. The march was a very weary one, and through a wild, +mountainous country which would have been impassable for men who did<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Page 195]</a></span> +not know it thoroughly. Occasionally they seemed to be following obscure +paths, but as often there was no sign of a track, and the thick, +tropical vegetation made progress difficult. For an hour or two they +climbed up the half-dry bed of a mountain torrent, and more than once +they were ankle-deep in swampy ground. The Moritos passed through the +jungle with the agility and noiselessness of cats, but the three white +men floundered along as best they could. Their captors uttered never a +word and would not allow them to speak.</p> + +<p>The sun was just rising over a wilderness of mountains when they came to +a small clearing in the woods, apparently upon a plateau near the top of +a mountain. In this clearing there were a number of isolated trees, in +each one of which, at about twenty feet above the ground, was a native +hut, looking like a huge bird's nest. A small crowd of natives, +including women and children, ran toward them shouting, and now for the +first time the men of the returning party began to talk too. Some of +them tied the legs of their prisoners again<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Page 196]</a></span> and sat them down on the +ground, while the others rehearsed the history of their exploit. It was +a curious scene to witness. The men as well as the women wore their +long, coarse hair loose to the waist. Some of the men had feathers stuck +in their hair, and all of them were grotesquely tattooed.</p> + +<p>"I wonder if they're cannibals?" said Cleary, for there seemed to be an +opportunity now for conversation.</p> + +<p>"I don't think there are any in this part of the country," said Colonel +James. "Here comes our breakfast anyway."</p> + +<p>All the inhabitants of the village had been inspecting the captives with +great interest, especially the women and children. Two women now came +running from the group of tree-houses with platters of meat, and the +crowd opened to let them approach.</p> + +<p>"Don't ask what it is," said Cleary, as he gulped down his rations.</p> + +<p>"I can't eat it!" cried Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you must, or you'll offend them," said Colonel James.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Page 197]</a></span>And they completed their repast with wry faces. When they had finished, +one of the warriors, whom they had noticed before on account of his +comparative height and the magnificence of his decorations, came up to +them and addressed them, to their great surprise, in Castalian. He +explained to them that he was the famous savage chief, Carlos, who as +head of the Moritos ruled the entire region, and that they were +prisoners of war; that he had learned Castalian as a boy from a +missionary in the mountains when the land was at peace; and that a +palaver would be held on the following day, to which the heads of the +neighboring villages would be invited, to determine what to do with +them. He showed special interest in Sam's red hair and mustache, and +smoothed them and pulled them, asking him if they had been dyed. When he +was informed that they were not, he was filled with admiration and +called up his favorites to examine this wonder of nature. Sam had +noticed that from the moment of his arrival he had been the object of +admiration<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Page 198]</a></span> of the women, and this fact was now accounted for.</p> + +<p>The three prisoners had no reason to complain of their treatment during +the day. A guard was set upon them, but the ropes by which they were +tied were loosened, and they were allowed from time to time to walk +about. Most of the morning they passed in much-needed sleep. In the +afternoon Carlos visited them again with some of his men, and set to +work to satisfy his curiosity as to their country, translating their +answers to his friends. His Castalian was very bad, but so was that of +his captives; yet they succeeded in making themselves understood without +difficulty.</p> + +<p>"Do you have houses as high as those?" he asked, pointing to the human +nests in the trees.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed," said Cleary. "Near my home there is a house nearly a +quarter of a mile long and twice as high as that tree, and nine hundred +people live in it."</p> + +<p>There were murmurs of astonishment as this information was translated.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Page 199]</a></span>"What is that great house for?" asked the chief.</p> + +<p>"It's a lunatic asylum."</p> + +<p>"What is that?"</p> + +<p>"A house for lunatics to live in."</p> + +<p>"But what is a lunatic?"</p> + +<p>Cleary tried in vain to explain what a lunatic was. The Moritos had +never seen one.</p> + +<p>"We have plenty of such houses at home," said Sam, "and we have had to +double their size in ten years to hold the lunatics; they are splendid +buildings. There was one not very far from the college where my friend +and I were educated. But some of our prisons are even larger than our +lunatic asylums."</p> + +<p>"What is a prison," asked Carlos.</p> + +<p>"Oh," said Sam, "don't you understand that either? It's a house in which +we lock up criminals—I mean men who kill us or rob us."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I see," replied Carlos. "You mean your enemies whom you take +prisoner in battle."</p> + +<p>"No, I don't. I mean our own fellow citizens who murder and steal."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Page 200]</a></span>"Do you mean that you sometimes kill each other and steal from each +other, your own tribe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam. "Of course people who do so are bad men, but there are +some such among us."</p> + +<p>A great discussion arose among the natives after hearing this.</p> + +<p>"What do they say?" asked Colonel James in Castalian.</p> + +<p>"They say," said the chief, "that they can not believe this, as they +have never heard of members of the same tribe hurting each other."</p> + +<p>"We do all we can to prevent it," said Sam. "In our cities we have +policemen to keep order; that is, we have soldiers stationed in the +streets to frighten the bad men."</p> + +<p>"Do you have soldiers in the streets of your towns to keep you from +killing each other!" exclaimed the chief, in astonishment. "Who ever +heard of such a thing? I do not understand it," and, altho Sam repeated +the information in every conceivable way permitted by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Page 201]</a></span> his limited +vocabulary, he was unable successfully to convey the idea.</p> + +<p>"It is strange how uncivilized they are," he said to his friends.</p> + +<p>"Do you live on bananas in your country?" asked Carlos.</p> + +<p>"No; we eat them sometimes, but we live on grain and meat," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"You must have to work very hard to get it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, we do, sometimes twelve hours a day."</p> + +<p>"How frightful! And is there enough for all to eat?"</p> + +<p>"Not always."</p> + +<p>"And are your people happy when they work so hard and are sometimes +hungry?"</p> + +<p>"Not always," said Sam. "Sometimes people are so unhappy that they +commit suicide."</p> + +<p>"What?"</p> + +<p>"I mean they kill themselves."</p> + +<p>There was now another heated discussion.</p> + +<p>"What do they say?" asked Colonel James.</p> + +<p>"They say that they did not know it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Page 202]</a></span> possible for people to kill +themselves. I did not know it either. It is very strange."</p> + +<p>"What limited intelligences they have!" exclaimed Sam.</p> + +<p>"They say," continued Carlos, in a somewhat embarrassed manner, "that if +you are condemned to death, they wish one of you would kill himself, so +that they can see how it is done."</p> + +<p>"There's a chance for you, Sam," said Cleary, but Sam did not seem to +see the joke.</p> + +<p>"I am very sorry," said Carlos, seating himself nearer to Sam, "I am +very sorry that we may have to kill you, for I like you; but what can we +do? It is a rule of our tribe to kill prisoners of war."</p> + +<p>"I really don't see what they can do, if that is the case," said Sam in +English. "If that is their law, and they have always done it, of course +from their point of view it is their military duty. I don't see any way +out of it. Do you?"</p> + +<p>"It wouldn't break my heart if they failed to do their duty in this +case," said Cleary. "For<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Page 203]</a></span> heaven's sake, don't tell him what you think. +Let's keep him feeling agreeable by our conversation. He's fallen in +love with you, Sam. Perhaps he'll give you to one of his daughters and +she may marry you or eat you, whichever she pleases."</p> + +<p>"I wish you wouldn't joke about these things," said Sam. "It's a serious +piece of business. There's no glory in being tomahawked here in the +mountains."</p> + +<p>"And I haven't got my kodak with me either," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"What made you come into my country?" asked Carlos. "Did you not know +how powerful I am? And what have I ever done against you?"</p> + +<p>"We came because we were ordered to," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"And do you do what you are ordered to, whether you approve of it or +not?"</p> + +<p>"Of course we do."</p> + +<p>"That is very strange," said Carlos. "We never obey anybody unless we +want to and think he is doing the right thing. I tell my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Page 204]</a></span> men here what +I want to do, and if they agree to it they obey me, but if they don't I +give it up. But you do things that you think are wrong and foolish +because you are ordered to. It is very strange!"</p> + +<p>"We are military men," said Sam. "It requires centuries of civilization +to understand us."</p> + +<p>"How do you kill your prisoners?" asked Carlos.</p> + +<p>"We don't kill them," answered Sam.</p> + +<p>"I don't know about that, Sam," said Cleary in English. "We didn't take +many prisoners at San Diego."</p> + +<p>"That's a fact," answered Sam, in the same language. "We didn't take +many. I never thought of that."</p> + +<p>"Don't tell him, tho," added Cleary.</p> + +<p>"But when you soldiers have to execute an enemy for any reason, how do +you do it?"</p> + +<p>"We shoot them with rifles," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Is that all?"</p> + +<p>"No; we make them dig their graves first," interposed Cleary. "That's a +hint to him,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Page 205]</a></span> he whispered. "It's better than the stew pot."</p> + +<p>"Dig their graves first!" exclaimed the chief, and he turned to his men +and explained the matter to them. They were evidently delighted.</p> + +<p>"What are they saying?" asked James again.</p> + +<p>"They say that that is a grand idea, and that they will adopt it. They +think civilization is a great thing, and they want to be civilized," +said Carlos.</p> + +<p>"There, I knew they weren't cannibals!" said the colonel.</p> + +<p>There was silence for several minutes, and Carlos smoothed Sam's locks +with his hand.</p> + +<p>"We must entertain him," said Cleary. "Say something, Sam, or he'll get +down on us."</p> + +<p>"Say something yourself," said Sam, who was thoroughly vexed at his +friend's ill-timed flippancy.</p> + +<p>"Does your tribe live in these mountains and nowhere else?" asked +Cleary.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Page 206]</a></span>"Oh, no. We have brothers everywhere. They are in all the islands, and +all over the world."</p> + +<p>"You tell them by your language, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"No, some of them do not speak our language. That makes no difference. +We tell our brothers in other ways."</p> + +<p>"How?" said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"There are four marks of the true Morito," said the chief. "Their young +men are initiated by torture. That is one mark. Then their chief men +wear feathers on their heads. That is the second. And the third mark is +that they are tattooed, as I am," and he pointed to the strange figures +on his naked chest; "and the fourth is that they all use the sacred +tom-tom when they dance."</p> + +<p>"Sam," said Cleary, "have you got those East Point photographs in your +pocket?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam, thrusting his hand into his bosom.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page206" id="page206"></a><img src="images/page206.png" title="page206" alt="page206" height="584" width="400" /></p> +<h4>TWO OF A KIND</h4> +<h6>"THERE ARE FOUR MARKS"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>Cleary rolled over to Carlos as well as his ropes would allow, threw his +arms about his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Page 207]</a></span> neck, and cried out in Castalian, "Oh, my brother, my +long-lost brother!"</p> + +<p>There was a general commotion. The savages drew their knives, and for a +moment there seemed to be danger for the prisoners.</p> + +<p>"What on earth are you trying to do, Mr. Cleary?" exclaimed Colonel +James. "It seems to me that your pleasantries are in very doubtful taste +while our lives are in the balance."</p> + +<p>Cleary made no answer, but went on crying, "Oh, my brothers, my +long-lost brothers!"</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" ejaculated Carlos, in a rage. "I will give you one +minute in which to explain, and then your head will fall."</p> + +<p>"We are your brothers. We are Moritos. We are your people from a distant +island, and you never knew it!"</p> + +<p>"Is this true?" asked the chief, looking at Sam and the colonel.</p> + +<p>"Swear to it," whispered Cleary.</p> + +<p>"We swear that it is true," replied the two officers.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Page 208]</a></span>"Then prove it, or you shall all three die to-night. I am not to be +trifled with. Proceed."</p> + +<p>"Señor," said Cleary, "you have said that you recognize Morito young men +by the fact that they have passed through the torture. We have passed +through the torture. My friend will show you the pictures taken of both +of us when we were about to be burned at the stake, and also one of +himself passing through the ordeal of water. Sam, show him the photos."</p> + +<p>Sam took the two pictures from his pocket and handed them to Cleary, who +held them in his hand while Carlos peered over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>"You see here," he said, "that we are tied to the stake. You may +recognize our features. You see the expression of pain on our faces. +These men standing around are our elder brothers who initiated us. It +was done by night in a sacred grove where our ancestors have indulged in +these rites for many ages. That wall is part of a ruin of a temple to +the god of war."</p> + +<p>Carlos evidently was impressed. He took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Page 209]</a></span> the dim print, with its fitful +lantern-light effects, and studied it, comparing the faces with those of +his prisoners. Then he showed it to his followers, and they all spoke +together.</p> + +<p>"They say," said their chief at last, "that they believe you speak the +truth. But how do we know that the old man was initiated too?"</p> + +<p>"He is an old man," said Cleary. "He had a picture like this in his +pocket when he was young. We all carry them with us as long as they hold +together. But they will wear out. You may see that this one is wearing +out already."</p> + +<p>"That is true," assented the chief. "But your picture proves against you +as well as for you. You have no feathers in your heads there, and you +are wearing none now," and he proudly straightened up those on his head.</p> + +<p>"In our country we have not many feathers as you have here," answered +Cleary. "The birds do not come often to that land, it is so cold. Only +our greatest men wear feathers. When we reach home and grow old and wise +and valiant, perhaps we shall all have feath<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Page 210]</a></span>ers. This old warrior of +ours has feathers at home, but he does not carry them on journeys. My +young friend and I are yet too young. We have a picture of our old +friend here with his feathers."</p> + +<p>"Good heavens!" exclaimed Sam. "What are you driving at. We'll be worse +off than ever now."</p> + +<p>"Just you let me manage this affair," said Cleary. "Give me that photo +of the dress-parade at East Point that you showed me last week."</p> + +<p>Sam did as he was told. It represented the dress-parade at sunset, the +companies drawn up in line at parade-rest and the band in full blast +going through its evolutions in the foreground, with a peculiarly +magnificent drum-major in bear-skin hat and plumes at the head, swinging +a gorgeous baton.</p> + +<p>Cleary exhibited it to Carlos.</p> + +<p>"There is our elderly friend," said he, indicating the drum-major. "He +is leading the national war-dance of our people. There is the tom-tom," +he added triumphantly, point<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Page 211]</a></span>ing at the bass-drum, which was fortunately +presented in full relief.</p> + +<p>Carlos was taken aback, and he made a guttural exclamation of surprise.</p> + +<p>"Do you dress like that when you are at home?" he asked of Colonel +James.</p> + +<p>"I do," replied the colonel majestically.</p> + +<p>"Then I bow down before you," said the chief, kneeling down and touching +the ground with his forehead three times. "But," he added, as he rose to +his feet, "you have not yet proved that we are brothers. Where are your +tattoo-marks? Look at mine!"</p> + +<p>"Sam, strip," whispered Cleary, and Sam tore off his coat and shirt, +displaying the masterpieces of the artistic boatswain. A cry of +admiration went up from the assembled savages. Carlos rushed at him, +threw his arms about his neck, and rubbed his nose violently against +his.</p> + +<p>"For heaven's sake, save me, Cleary!" cried Sam. "My nose will be worse +than Saunder's, and Marian is prejudiced against damaged noses."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Page 212]</a></span>Cleary thought it best not to interfere, and finally the chief grew +tired of this exercise. He hardly paid any attention while Cleary showed +the modest tattoo-marks on his arms, and Colonel James exhibited equally +insignificant symbols on his, for he, too, had been tattooed in his +youth. He was too much engrossed in Sam's red hair and his variegated +cuticle.</p> + +<p>"Here is the picture of the water-ordeal which you forgot to look at," +said Cleary, as he collected the photographs. "This is my friend again +with his head in the water and his legs stretched out in supplication to +the god of the temple."</p> + +<p>Carlos looked at it in ecstasy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my brothers!" he cried. "To think that I should not have known you! +You torture each other just as we do. You are tattooed just as we are! +You have bigger feathers and bigger dances and bigger tom-toms. You are +bigger savages than we are! Come, let us feast together."</p> + +<p>The repast was soon prepared in the center<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Page 213]</a></span> of the clearing. The +prisoners, now unbound, washed and happy, were seated in the place of +honor on each side of the chief. A huge pot of miscellaneous food was +set down in the midst, and they all began to eat with their fingers, the +chief picking out the tid-bits for his guests and putting them in their +mouths. They were so much delighted with the results of the day's work +that they ate heartily and asked no questions. When the meal was over, +Cleary turned to the chief and thanked him in a little oration, which +was received with great favor.</p> + +<p>"We have found our brothers," he said in conclusion, "and you have found +yours. You believe us now when we say that we have come to bless you and +not to injure you. We will not take your land. We will generously give +you part of it for yourselves. You see how we all love you, the aged +warrior and the red-headed chief as well as I. Why will you not come +with us when we set out on our journey to our great chief, or why, at +any rate, will you not send your chiefs with us, to tell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Page 214]</a></span> him that you +have received us all as brothers and that we shall always be friends and +allies?"</p> + +<p>Carlos translated this speech sentence by sentence. Cleary was a good +speaker, and they were impressed by his style as well as by his +argument. They palavered together for some time; then Carlos arose and +addressed his guests, but particularly Sam, whom he considered as the +leader.</p> + +<p>"Brothers," he said, "we are indeed brothers by the torture, tattoo, +tom-tom, and top-feather. We did not know who you were, we did not +understand you. We wished to be left in peace. We did not want to have +the Castalians come here and rob us. We did not want their beads and +their brandy. We wanted to be let alone. But you are our brothers. You +are greater savages than we are. Why should we not go with you? The +chiefs of our other villages are coming to-morrow at sunrise. I will +conduct you back to your great chief with them, and we shall all rejoice +together."</p> + +<p>It was now nearly dark. Carlos apologized<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Page 215]</a></span> for not having accommodation +for his guests in his tree-hut, but provided comfortable blankets on the +ground and had a fire built for them in a secluded place near the +village. The three men were soon sleeping peacefully, and they did not +awake until the sun had already risen.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Page 216]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX</a></h2> + +<h1>On Duty at Havilla<br /></h1> + + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_9.png" alt="chap_9" height="567" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 441px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 443px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 443px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 441px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />HEN they woke they heard the noise of voices in the village and +hastened thither. The chiefs had already arrived and were exchanging +greetings with Carlos and the other residents. Breakfast was prepared by +the women on the same ground where they had dined, and by eight o'clock +the expedition started, com<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Page 217]</a></span>posed of some thirty warriors, several of +whom were laden with presents in the shape of baskets and native cloth. +When they neared the headquarters of the little invading army, the three +white men went ahead and informed the sentinels that it was a peaceful +embassy which followed them.</p> + +<p>"You must leave me to tell the story of our exploit," Cleary had said, +and his friends were so well satisfied with his record as a talker that +they assented.</p> + +<p>"General," said Cleary, as they entered his hut in the village, "we are +bringing in all the chiefs of the Moritos. They are ready to lay down +their arms and accept any terms. We have sworn friendship to them."</p> + +<p>"How on earth have you managed it?" said the general.</p> + +<p>"It is chiefly due to Captain Jinks, or, I should say, Major Jinks. They +were about to kill us when, by the sheer force of his glance and his +powers of speech, he actually cowed them, and they submitted to him."</p> + +</div> + +<p>"I have heard of taming wild beasts that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Page 218]</a></span> way," said the general, "but I +never quite believed it."</p> + +<p>When the chiefs arrived they embraced every soldier they saw and showed +every sign of joy. The general ordered a feast to be spread for them and +addressed them in English. They did not understand a word of this +harangue, but seemed much affected. When they heard that the great +general of all was at San Diego, only a day's march away, they insisted +on going thither, and the next day the brigade marched back again, +leaving a small garrison behind. The army at San Diego could hardly +believe its eyes when at sundown the expedition returned, having fully +accomplished its object without firing a shot and accompanied by a band +of Moritos. When Cleary's version of the exploit became known, Sam was +openly acclaimed as a hero and the favorite of the army. General +Laughter complimented him again, and again mentioned him in despatches. +A week later his promotion to be major of volunteers, for meritorious +conduct in the field of San Diego, was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Page 219]</a></span> announced by cable, and again +after a few days he was made a colonel. Sam's cup was full.</p> + +<p>"Sam," said Cleary one day, "I believe in your luck. You'll be President +some of these days. All the time we were up in the mountains I knew it +would come out all right because we had you along."</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the chiefs had tendered their presents to General Laughter and +had drunk plentiful libations of whisky and soda with him. They spent a +week of festivity in the town and then returned, having agreed to all +that was asked of them by their "brothers."</p> + +<p>The rainy season now set in, and operations in the field became +difficult. Furthermore, the general had decided that the war was at an +end, and officially it was so considered. Some troops were left at San +Diego, but the headquarters were removed again to Havilla, and Sam went +back with the staff. He found himself received as a great man. His two +exploits had made him the most famous officer in the army, even more so +than the general in com<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Page 220]</a></span>mand. Soon after his return to the city one of +the civil commissioners, who had been sent out by the Administration, +gave a large dinner in his honor at the palace. The chief officers and +civil officials were among the guests, as well as two or three native +merchants who had remained loyal to the invading army for financial and +commercial reasons and had not joined the rebels, who composed +nine-tenths of the population. These merchants were generally known in +the army as the "patriots," and were treated with much consideration by +the civil commissioners.</p> + +<p>After dinner the host proposed a toast to Sam and accompanied it with a +patriotic speech which thrilled the hearts of his audience. He pointed +to the national flag which was festooned upon the wall.</p> + +<p>"Look at Old Gory!" he cried. "What does she stand for? For the rights +of the oppressed all over the earth, for freedom and equal rights, +for——"</p> + +<p>There was a sound of boisterous laughter in the next room. A young +officer ran forward<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Page 221]</a></span> and whispered to the orator, "Be careful; some of +those captured rebel officers are shut up in there, and perhaps they can +overhear you. Be careful what you say. Some of them speak English." The +commissioner hemmed and hawed and tried to recover himself.</p> + +<p>"What does the dear old flag stand for?" he repeated. "For +liber—No—for-r-r——Well, 'pon my word, what does she stand for?"</p> + +<p>"For the army and navy," whispered a neighbor.</p> + +<p>"Yes," he thundered. "Yes, the flag stands for the army and navy, for +our officers and men, for our men-of-war and artillery, for our cavalry +and infantry, that's what she stands for!"</p> + +<p>This was received with great applause, and the speaker smiled with +satisfaction. Then gradually his expression became sad.</p> + +<p>"I am sorry to say," he said,—"I am ashamed as a citizen of our great +land to be obliged to admit, that there are at home a few +craven-hearted, mean-spirited men—shall I call them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Page 222]</a></span> men? No, nor even +women—there are creatures, I say, who disapprove of our glorious deeds, +who spurn the flag and the noble principles for which it stands and to +which I have alluded, who say that we have no business to take away land +which belongs to other people, and that we have not the right to +slaughter rebels and traitors in our midst. I appeal to the patriotic +Cubapinos at this board, if we are not introducing a higher and nobler +civilization into these islands."</p> + +<p>The native gentlemen bowed assent.</p> + +<p>"Have we not given them a better language than their own? Have we not +established our enlightened institutions? For instance, let me cite the +custom house. We have the collector here with us—and the post-office. +The postmaster is——"</p> + +<p>"Sh-sh-sh!" whispered the prompter again. "He's in jail."</p> + +<p>"I mean the assistant postmaster is also with us. And there are our +other institutions, the——"</p> + +<p>"There's going to be a prize-fight to-night,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Page 223]</a></span> cried a young lieutenant +who had taken too much wine, at the foot of the table. "Dandy Sullivan +against Joe Corker."</p> + +<p>This interruption was too much for the commissioner, who was quite +unable to resume the thread of his remarks for several moments. The +guests in the mean time moved uneasily in their seats, for most of them +were anxious to be off to see the fight.</p> + +<p>"Those who carp against us at home," continued the speaker, trying in +vain to find some graceful way of coming to a close, "those who dishonor +the flag are the men who pretend to be filled with humanity and to +desire the welfare of mankind. They pretend to object to bloodshed. They +are mere sentimentalists. They are not practical men. They do not +understand our destiny, nor the Constitution, nor progress, nor +civilization, nor glory, nor honor, nor the dear old flag, God bless +her. They are sentimentalists. They have no sense of humor."</p> + +<p>Here the audience applauded loudly, altho the speaker had not intended +to have them ap<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Page 224]</a></span>plaud just there. It occurred to him that he might just +as well stop at this point, and he sat down, not altogether satisfied, +however, with his peroration and vexed to think that he had forgotten +Sam altogether. The party broke up without delay, and Sam walked off +with Cleary, who had been present, to see the prize-fight.</p> + +<p>"The commissioner isn't much of a talker, is he?" said Cleary. "That was +a bad break about the postmaster. I hear they've arrested Captain Jones +for embezzlement too."</p> + +<p>"Good heavens!" cried Sam, "what an outrage!" And he told Cleary of his +narrow escape from complicity in the matter, and how the military +operations had prevented him from calling on the contractors. "Civilians +don't understand these things," he added. "They oughtn't to send them +out here. They don't understand things."</p> + +<p>"No. They haven't been brought up on tabasco sauce. What can you expect +of them?"</p> + +<p>They soon arrived at the Alhambra Theater at which the fight was to take +place, and found<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Page 225]</a></span> it in progress. A large crowd was collected, +consisting of soldiers and natives in equal proportions. The last round +was just finishing, and Joe Corker was in the act of knocking his +opponent out. The audience was shouting with glee and excitement, the +cheers being mixed with hisses and cries of "Fake, fake!"</p> + +<p>"I know Corker," said Cleary. "Come, I'll introduce you."</p> + +<p>They pushed forward through the crowd, and were soon in a room behind +the stage, where Corker was being rubbed and washed down by his +assistants. Sam looked at the great man and felt rather small and +insignificant. "Here's a kind of civilian who is not inferior to army +men," he thought. "Perhaps he is even superior." He would not have said +this aloud, but he thought it.</p> + +<p>"How de do, Joe?" said Cleary, shaking hands. "That was a great fight. +You knocked him out clean. Here's my friend, Colonel Jinks, the hero of +San Diego and the pacifier of the Moritos."</p> + +<p>Corker nodded condescendingly.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Page 226]</a></span>"We enjoyed the fight very much," said Sam, not altogether at his ease. +"It reminded me of my own experience at East Point."</p> + +<p>"It was a good fight," said Corker, "and a damned fair one too. I'd like +to punch the heads of those fellers who cried 'fake.' It was as fair as +fair could be, and Dandy and me was as evenly matched as two peas. I +always believe in takin' a feller of your size, and I did."</p> + +<p>"That wasn't the way at East Point," said Cleary. "They didn't take +fellows of their size there."</p> + +<p>"That's against our rules anyway," said Corker.</p> + +<p>"It must be a civilian rule," said Sam, beginning to feel his +superiority again. "The military rule as we were taught it at East Point +was to take a smaller man if you could, and you see, the army does just +the same thing. We tackled Castalia and then the Cubapines, and they +weren't of our size. We don't fight the powerful countries."</p> + +<p>"That's queer," said Corker, drinking a lemonade.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Page 227]</a></span>"It's perfectly right," said Sam. "When a man's in the right, and of +course we always are, if he fights a man of his size or one bigger than +he is, he gives the wrong a chance of winning, and that is clearly +immoral. If he takes a weaker man he makes the truth sure of success. +And it's just the same way with nations."</p> + +<p>Corker did not seem to be much interested by this disquisition, and +Cleary dragged his friend away after they had respectfully bade the +pugilist good-night. A crowd of soldiers was waiting outside to see +Corker get into his carriage. They paid no attention whatever to Sam and +Cleary.</p> + +<p>"When it comes to real glory a prize-fighter beats a colonel all +hollow," said Cleary, and they parted for the night.</p> + +<p>Sam was retained on the general staff and assigned to the important post +of censor of the press. His duties were most engrossing, for not only +were the proofs of all the local newspapers submitted to him, but also +all other printed matter. One day a large number of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Page 228]</a></span> handbills were +confiscated at a printer's and brought in for his inspection. He was +very busy and asked his native private secretary to look them over for +him. In a half-hour he came to him with a translation of the document.</p> + +<p>"What does it say?" cried Sam. "I have no time to read it through."</p> + +<p>"It says that governments are made to preserve liberty, and that they +get their only authority from the free will of the people who are ruled +by them," answered the clerk.</p> + +<p>"That's clearly seditious," said Sam. "There must be some plot at the +bottom of it. Have the whole edition burned and have the printer locked +up."</p> + +<p>A few days later a newspaper was brought to him announcing that the +Moritos had massacred the garrison stationed among them, that the whole +province of San Diego was in revolt, and that the regiment there would +probably have to fall back on Havilla. Sam was much scandalized, and +sent at once for the native editor.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Page 229]</a></span>"What does this mean?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Pardon, my colonel," said the little man apologetically, "this is a +newspaper and this is news. I am sure it is true."</p> + +<p>"That is the civilian conception of news," said Sam, with disdain. +"Officially this is not true. We have instructions, as you have often +been told, not to allow anything to be printed that can injure the +Administration at Whoppington. Any one can see how this would injure it, +and news that can injure it is, from the military point of view, untrue. +General Notice is making a tour of the country at home, receiving +ovations everywhere on account of the complete subjugation of the +islands. What effect will such news have upon his reception? Is it a +proper way to treat a general who has deserved well of his country?"</p> + +<p>"But," interposed the editor, "don't the people know that you are +continually sending out more troops?"</p> + +<p>"The people do not mind a little thing like that," said Sam. "When an +officer and a gentleman says the war is over, they believe<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Page 230]</a></span> it, and they +show their gratitude by voting money to send new regiments. Your action +in printing this stuff is most disloyal. I will send one of my +assistants around to your office with you to see that this edition is +destroyed, and if you repeat the offense you will be deported."</p> + +<p>The unfortunate man retired, shrugging his shoulders. As he went out +Cleary came running in with a copy of the paper.</p> + +<p>"Oh! you've got a copy of that, have you?" said Sam. "It's an outrage to +print such things, isn't it?"</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid it's true," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"What difference does that make?" exclaimed Sam. "It's the business of +an army to conquer a country. We've done it twice, and we can do it as +often as we like again."</p> + +<p>"Hear, hear!" cried Cleary. "You're becoming more and more of a soldier +as you get promoted. You have the true military instinct, I see. Of +course it makes no difference who holds the country, but I'm a little +disappointed in the Moritos. As for San Diego,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Page 231]</a></span> Colonel Booth of your +old regiment is in command, and I half think he didn't back up the +Morito garrison out of jealousy toward you. He wanted to have the Morito +country go back, so as to belittle our exploit. But we'll get even with +him. I've seen the cable-censor, and not a word about it will go home. I +have just sent a despatch saying that the whole island is entirely in +our hands and that the natives are swearing allegiance by thousands."</p> + +<p>"That's right," said Sam. "It's really a kindness to the people at home, +for if they think it's true it makes them just as happy as if it were +true, and I think it's positively cruel to worry them unnecessarily."</p> + +<p>"To be sure," said Cleary. "And if it does get out, we'll throw all the +blame on the Secretary of War and his embalmed beef. They say he's +writing a book to show that a diet of mummies is the best for fighting +men—and so the quarrels go on. By the way, I just stopped a piece of +news that might have interested you. Do you know that you have +suppressed the Declaration of Independence?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Page 232]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Nonsense. I haven't seen a copy of it in two years."</p> + +<p>"Well, here's a despatch that I got away from the cable-office just in +time. It would have gone in another ten minutes. Here it is."</p> + +<p>Sam took the paper and read an account of the printing by a native +committee of fifty thousand copies of the Declaration in Castalian, and +its immediate suppression by Colonel Jinks, the censor.</p> + +<p>"It's a downright lie," cried Sam. "I'll call my native secretary and +inquire into this," and he rang his bell.</p> + +<p>"See here, what does this mean?" he asked the clerk who hurried in.</p> + +<p>The man thought a minute.</p> + +<p>"I do not know the Declaration of Independence," he said, "but perhaps +that paper I translated for you the other day had something to do with +it. I have not a copy here."</p> + +<p>"Were they burned?"</p> + +<p>"Not yet, sir. They were seized, and are in our dépôt."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Page 233]</a></span>"Come," said Sam to Cleary, "let's go over there and look at it. It's a +half-mile walk and it will do me good."</p> + +<p>"How are things at San Diego?" asked Sam, as they walked along together. +"You've been out there, haven't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. We'll have to come in. The Cubapinos have got a force together at +a town farther down the river and are threatening us there. We got +pretty near them and mined under a convent they were in, and blew up a +lot of them, but it didn't do them much harm, for a lot of recruits came +in just afterward from the mountains. That convent was born to be blown +up, it seems, for some Castalian anarchists had a plot to blow it up +some years ago, and came near doing it, too. We made use of their +tunnels, which the monks were too lazy to have filled up. The anarchist +plot was found out, and they garroted a dozen of them."</p> + +<p>"What inhuman brutes those anarchists are!" cried Sam. "Think of their +trying to blow up a whole houseful of people! I wish<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Page 234]</a></span> we could take some +one of the smaller islands and put all the anarchists of the world there +and let them live out their precious theories. Just think what a hell it +would be! What infernal engines of hatred and destruction they would +construct, if they were left to themselves—machines charged with +dynamite and bristling with all sorts of explosive contrivances!"</p> + +<p>"Something like a battle-ship," suggested Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Don't talk nonsense!" exclaimed Sam. "Only Castalian fiends would try +to destroy law and order and upset the peaceable course of society in +such a way. Do you suppose that any of our people at home would do such +a thing?"</p> + +<p>"None, outside of the artillery," answered Cleary. "Well, at any rate, +our blowing up of the convent didn't do much good. There was some talk +of putting poison in the river to dispose of them, but of course we +couldn't do that."</p> + +<p>"Of course not," said Sam. "That would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Page 235]</a></span> be barbarous and against all +military precedents. The rules of war don't allow it."</p> + +<p>"They're rather queer, those rules," answered his friend. "I should like +my enemies to take notice that I prefer being poisoned to being blown up +with bombshells. In some respects they don't pay much attention to the +rules, either. They don't take prisoners much nowadays. Most of my +despatches now read, 'fifty natives killed,' but they say nothing of +wounded or prisoners."</p> + +<p>"We're fighting savages, we must remember that," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Then we've got a way of trying our pistols and rifles on natives +working in the fields; it's rather novel, to say the least. I saw one +man in the 73d try his new revolver on a native rowing a boat on the +river, and over the fellow toppled and the boat drifted down-stream. The +men all applauded, and even the officers laughed."</p> + +<p>"Boys will be boys," said Sam, smiling. "They're good shots, at any +rate."</p> + +<p>"They are that. There were some darkies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Page 236]</a></span> plowing up there just this side +of San Diego, and some of our fellows picked them off as neatly as you +please. It must have been eight hundred yards if it was a foot. But +somehow I don't quite like it."</p> + +<p>"War is war," said Sam, using a phrase which presumably has a rational +meaning, as it is so often employed by reasonable people. "It doesn't +pay to be squeamish. The squeamish men don't make good soldiers. I've +seen enough to learn that. They hesitate to obey orders, if they don't +like them."</p> + +<p>As he said this they passed a small crowd of boys in the street. They +were trying to make two dogs fight, but the dogs refused to do so, and +the boys were beating them and urging them on.</p> + +<p>"What stupid brutes they are," said Sam. "They're badly trained."</p> + +<p>"They haven't had a military education," responded Cleary. "But I almost +forgot to ask you, have you seen the papers from home this morning? +They're all full of you and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Page 237]</a></span> your greatness. Here are two or three," and +he took them from his pocket.</p> + +<p>Sam opened them and gazed at them entranced. There was page upon page of +his exploits, portraits of all kinds, biographies, anecdotes, +interviews, headlines, everything that his wildest dreams had imagined, +only grander and more glorious. There was nothing to be seen but the +words "Captain Jinks" from one end of the papers to the other.</p> + +<p>"They've even got a song about you," said Cleary. "Here it is:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 10em;"> +<p>'I'm Captain Jinks of the horse-marines.<br /> +I feed my horse on corn and beans.<br /> +Of course it's quite beyond my means,<br /> +Tho a captain in the army!'"</p> +</div> + +<p>"I don't altogether like it," said Sam. "What are the horse-marines? I +don't believe there are any."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that doesn't make any difference. It seems it's an old song that +was all the go long before our time, and your name has revived it. It +will advertise you splendidly. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Page 238]</a></span> whole thing is a grand piece of work +for <i>The Lyre</i>. Jonas has been congratulating me on it. He'd come and +tell you so, but he doesn't want to be seen with you. You've censured +out everything I've asked you to for him, and he doesn't want people to +know about his pull. That's the reason why he's never called on you. But +he says it's the best newspaper job he ever heard of. I tell you we're a +great combination, you and I. Perhaps I'll write a book and call it, +'With Jinks at Havilla.' Rather an original title, isn't it? But I'm +afraid that all this talk at home will not make you very popular with +the officers here, who knew you when you were only a captain. What would +you say to being transferred to Porsslania? They want new men for our +army there, and I've half a mind to go too for a change and act as the +<i>Lyre's</i> correspondent there. They'll do anything I ask them now."</p> + +<p>"I'd like it very much," said Sam. "I'm tired of this literary business. +But here we are. This is our dépôt."</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page238" id="page238"></a><img src="images/page238.png" title="page238" alt="page238" height="600" width="400" /></p> +<h4>CONSENT OF THE GOVERNED</h4> +<h6>"WHAT BUSINESS HAVE THESE PEOPLE TO TALK ABOUT EQUAL RIGHTS?"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>The two men entered the long low building<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Page 239]</a></span> in which confiscated +property was stored. A soldier who was acting as watchman showed them +where the circulars were piled. Cleary took one and glanced over it.</p> + + +<p>"As sure as fate, it's the Declaration of Independence!" he laughed.</p> + +<p>Sam took up a copy and looked at it too.</p> + +<p>"I believe it is," he said. "I didn't half look at it the other day. I'm +ever so much obliged to you for telling me and stopping the telegram. +But between you and me, the circular ought to be suppressed anyway. What +business have these people to talk about equal rights and the consent of +the governed? The men who wrote the Declaration—Jeffries and the +rest—were mere civilians and these ideas are purely civilian. Come, +let's have them burned at once," and he called up two or three soldiers, +and in a few minutes the circulars formed a mass of glowing ashes in the +courtyard.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Page 240]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X</a></h2> + +<h1>A Great Military Exploit</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_10.png" alt="chap_10" height="538" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 325px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 333px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 343px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 353px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 363px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 373px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 383px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 387px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p><br /><br />NE day while Sam was still waiting for Cleary to carry out his designs, +his secretary told him that a sergeant wished to see him, and Sam +directed him to show him into his office. The man was a rather +sinister-looking individual, and his speech betrayed his Anglian origin.</p> + +<p>"Colonel," said he, after the door was closed and they were alone, "I'm +only a sergeant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Page 241]</a></span> promoted from the ranks, but I'm not just an ordinary +common soldier. I know a thing or two, and I've got a plan and I thought +perhaps you would be glad to 'ear of it. I 'ave the 'abit of observing +things, and most soldiers don't. Why, bless me, you can march them into +a country and out again, and with their eyes front, they don't see a +bloomin' thing. They're trained to see nothin'. They're good for nothin' +but to do as they're bid. I used to be in the army in the old country, +and once at Baldershot I saw Lord Bullsley come along on horseback and +stop two soldiers carryin' a soup-pail.</p> + +<p>"'Give me a taste of that,' says he, and one of them runs off and gets a +ladle and gives him a taste. He spits it out and makes a face and +shouts:</p> + +<p>"'Good heavens! man, you don't call that stuff soup, do you?'</p> + +</div> + +<p>"'No, sir,' says the man. 'It's dish-water that we was a-hemptyin'.' +That's the soldier all over again. He 'adn't sense enough to tell him +beforehand."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Page 242]</a></span>"I don't see, sergeant, what that has to do with me," said Sam curtly.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, perhaps it hasn't. But I only wanted to say that I ain't +that kind of a man. I sees and thinks for myself. Now I 'ear that +they've got a letter captured from Gomaldo askin' General Baluna for +reenforcements, and that they've got some letters from Baluna too, and +know his handwritin'. I only wanted to say that I used to be a +writin'-master and that I can copy any writin' goin' or any signature +either, so you can't tell them apart. Now why couldn't we forge an +answer from Baluna to Gomaldo and send the first reenforcements +ourselves? He wants a 'undred men at a time. And then we could capture +Gomaldo as easy as can be. We could find him in the mountains. I know a +lot of these natives 'ere who would go with us if we paid them well."</p> + +<p>"We should have to dress them up in the native uniform," said Sam. "I +don't know whether that would be quite honorable."</p> + +<p>The sergeant smiled knowingly, but said nothing.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Page 243]</a></span>"Do you think we could get native officers to do such a thing?" Sam +asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes! Plenty of them. I know one or two. At first they wouldn't like +it. But give them money enough and commissions in our army, and they'd +do it."</p> + +<p>"How different they are from us!" mused Sam. "Nobody in our army, +officer or man, could ever be approached in that way."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me I've read somewhere of one of our principal +generals—Maledict Donald, wasn't it?"</p> + +<p>Sam thought best not to hear this.</p> + +<p>"But we would have to send some of our own officers on such an +expedition," he said. "We couldn't disguise them as natives."</p> + +<p>"That wouldn't be necessary. They can go as if they were prisoners—you +and two or three others you could pick out. I'd like to go too. And then +I'd expect good pay if the thing went through, and a commission as +lieutenant."</p> + +<p>"There'd be no trouble about that," answered Sam. "I'll think it over, +and perhaps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Page 244]</a></span> consult the general about it and let you know by +to-morrow."</p> + +<p>"Very good, sir. I'm Sergeant Keene of the 5th Company, 39th Infantry."</p> + +<p>As the sergeant went out Cleary came in, and Sam laid the matter before +him.</p> + +<p>"I know that fellow by sight," said Cleary. "They say he's served +several terms for forgery and counterfeiting. I don't like his looks. +That's a great scheme tho, if it does seem a little like bunco-steering. +It's all right in war perhaps."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam. "We have a higher standard of honor than civilians. +I'll go and see the general about it now."</p> + +<p>After some consultation the general approved the plan and authorized Sam +to carry it out. The latter set Keene to work at once at forging a +letter from Baluna acknowledging receipt of the orders for +reenforcements and informing Gomaldo that he was sending him the first +company of one hundred troops. Meanwhile he selected three officers of +the Regular Army to accompany him besides<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Page 245]</a></span> Keene, and through the latter +approached three native officers who had been captured at San Diego. One +of these was a close confidential friend of Gomaldo's, but Keene +succeeded after much persuasion in winning them all over. It was an +easier task to make up a company of native privates, who readily +followed their officers when a small payment on account had been given +to each man.</p> + +<p>"I don't quite like the job," Sam confessed to Cleary, "but the general +says it's all right and so it must be."</p> + +<p>At last the expedition started out. All the natives were dressed in the +native uniform, and the five white men were clad as privates in the +invading army and held as prisoners. After passing the outposts near San +Diego they turned toward the south in the direction of the mountains +where Gomaldo's captured letter had been dated. They were received with +rejoicings in each native village as soon as they showed the forged +letter of Baluna and exhibited their white prisoners. The villagers +showed much interest in the latter, but treated<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Page 246]</a></span> them kindly, expressing +their pity for them and offering them food. They had no difficulty in +obtaining exact directions as to Gomaldo's situation, but found that it +lay in the midst of an uninhabited district where it was impossible to +obtain supplies, the village where he had established his headquarters +being the only one within many miles. They scraped together what food +they could in the shape of rice, Indian corn, and dried beef, and set +out on the last stage of their journey. There had been heavy rains +recently, and the mountain paths were almost impassable. There were +swift rivers to cross, precipices to climb, and jungles to penetrate. +The heat was intense, and the men began to suffer from it. The advance +was very slow, and soon the provisions gave out. It began to seem +probable that the whole expedition would perish in the mountains. Sam +called a council of war, and, at Keene's suggestion, picked out the two +most vigorous privates, who went ahead bearing the alleged Baluna letter +and another from Gomaldo's renegade friend, who was nominally<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Page 247]</a></span> in +command, asking for speedy succor. The two ambassadors were well +schooled in what they should say, and were promised a large sum of money +if they succeeded.</p> + +<p>For two long days the party waited entirely without food, and they were +just beginning to despair, when the two men returned with a dozen +carriers sent by Gomaldo bringing an ample supply of bread and meat. He +also delivered a letter in which the native general congratulated his +friend on his success in leading the reenforcements and in capturing the +prisoners, and gave express instructions that the latter should be +treated with all consideration. The carriers were commanded by a native +lieutenant, who insisted that the prisoners should share equally with +the native troops, and saw to it personally that Sam and his friends +were served. His kindness cut Sam to the heart. After a few hours' delay +the expedition set out again, and on the following day it reached the +mountain village where Gomaldo had established himself.</p> + +<p>Gomaldo's body-guard, composed of fifty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Page 248]</a></span> troops neatly dressed in white +uniforms, were drawn up to receive them, and the whole population +greeted them with joy. Gomaldo himself stood on the veranda of his +house, and, after saluting the expedition, invited the native officers +who were to betray him in to dinner. At this moment Keene whispered to +Sam and the latter signaled to the native officer, Gomaldo's treacherous +friend who was in charge of him, and this man gave an order in a low +voice, whereupon the whole expedition discharged their rifles, and +half-a-dozen of the body-guard fell to the ground. In the mean time two +of the native officers threw their arms round Gomaldo and took him +prisoner, and his partizans were seized with a panic. Sam took command +of his men, who outnumbered the loyal natives, and in a few minutes he +had unchallenged control of the post without losing a single man, killed +or wounded. Gomaldo was intensely excited and upbraided Sam bitterly +when taken before him, but upon being promised good treatment he became +more tractable. Sam gave orders that the vil<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Page 249]</a></span>lagers should bury the +dead, among whom he regretted to see the body of the native lieutenant +who had brought him food when they were starving; and then, after a rest +of several hours, the expedition set out on the return journey, Gomaldo +and his men accompanying it as prisoners.</p> + +<p>The news of the capture preceded the party, and when, after a march of +several days, they arrived at Havilla, Sam was received as a conquering +hero by the army. Cleary took the first opportunity to grasp his hand.</p> + +<p>"Is it really a great and noble act?" Sam whispered. "I suppose it is, +for everybody says so, but somehow it has left a bad taste in my mouth, +and I can't bear the sight of that fellow Keene."</p> + +<p>"Never mind," said Cleary. "You won't have to see him long. We're going +to Porsslania in a fortnight, you and I, and you'll have a chance to +turn the world upside down there."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Page 250]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> + +<h1>A Dinner Party at Gin-Sin</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_11.png" alt="chap_11" height="479" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 383px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 393px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 397px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 439px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 397px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 393px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 383px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 373px;"> </div> + + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /> + +URING the past months great events had taken place in the ancient +empire of Porsslania. Many years earlier the various churches had sent +missionaries to that benighted land to reclaim its inhabitants from +barbarism and heathenism. These emissaries were not received with the +enthusiastic gratitude which they deserved, and some of the Porsslanese +had the impudence to assert that they were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Page 251]</a></span> a civilized people when +their new teachers had been naked savages. They proved their barbarism, +however, by indulging in the most unreasonable prejudices against a +foreign religion, and when cornered in argument they would say to the +missionaries, "How would you like us to convert your people to our +religion?" an answer so illogical that it demonstrates either their bad +faith or the low development of their intellects. The missionaries of +some of the sects, by the help of their governments, gradually obtained +a good deal of land and at the same time a certain degree of civil +jurisdiction. The foreign governments, wishing to bless the natives with +temporal as well as celestial advantages, followed up the missionary +pioneers with traders in cheap goods, rum, opium, and fire-arms, and +finally endeavored to introduce their own machinery and factory system, +which had already at home raised all the laboring classes to affluence, +put an end to poverty, and realized the dream of the prophets of old. +The Porsslanese resolutely resisted all these benevolent enterprises<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Page 252]</a></span> +and doggedly expressed their preference for their ancient customs. In +order to overcome this unreasonable opposition and assure the welfare of +the people, the various Powers from time to time seized the great ports +of the Empire. The fertile diplomacy of the courts found sufficient +grounds for this. Most frequently the pretext was an attack upon a +missionary or even a case of cold-blooded murder, and it became a +proverb among the Porsslanese that it takes a province to bury a +missionary. Finally, all the harbors of the Empire were in the hands of +foreigners, who used this advantageous position to confer blessings +thick and fast upon the reluctant population, who richly deserved, as a +punishment, to be left to themselves. At last a revolutionary party +sprang up among this deluded people, claiming that their own Government +was showing too much favor to foreign religions and foreign machines. +The Government did not put down this revolt. Some said that it did not +have the power and that the provinces were practically independent of +the central<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Page 253]</a></span> authority. Others whispered that the Imperial Court +secretly favored the rebels. However this may be, the Fencers, as the +rebels were called from their skill with the native sword, succeeded +without much difficulty in getting possession of the imperial city and +imprisoning the foreign embassies and legations in the enclosure of the +Anglian Embassy. The Imperial Court meanwhile fled to a distant city and +left the entire control of the situation in the hands of the Fencers. +The peril of the legations was extreme. They were cut off completely +from the coast, which was many miles distant, and the foreign newspaper +correspondents amused themselves by sending detailed accounts of the +manner in which they had been tortured and murdered. The principal men +among the Porsslanese assured the Powers that the legations were safe, +but they were not believed. A great expedition was organized in which +all the great Powers took a part. The forts near the sea were stormed +and taken. The intermediate city of Gin-Sin was besieged and finally +fell, and the forces<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Page 254]</a></span> advanced to the gates of the Capital. Before long +they succeeded in taking possession of the great city. The Fencers fled +in confusion, and at least two-thirds of the population fled with them, +fearing the vengeance of the foreigners. The legations were saved, after +one ambassador had been shot by an assassin. The city was divided into +districts, each of which was turned over to the safe-keeping of one of +the foreign armies, and the object of the expedition had been +accomplished. In the mean time many foreign residents, including many +missionaries in various parts of the Empire, had been murdered, the +inhabitants not recognizing the obvious fact that they and their +countrymen were their best friends.</p> + +</div> + +<p>Affairs had reached this position when orders came to Havilla for +Colonel Jinks to proceed to join the army in Porsslania, where he would +be placed in command of a regiment. His fidus Achates, Cleary, had also +received permission from his journal to accompany him, and the two set +sail on a transport which carried details of troops. It is true that +these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Page 255]</a></span> troops could ill be spared from the Cubapines, as the country was +still in the hands of the natives with the exception of here and there a +strip of the seacoast, and there was much illness among the troops, many +being down with fever and worse diseases. But it was necessary for the +Government to make as good a showing in Porsslania as the other Powers, +and the reenforcements had to go.</p> + +<p>It was on a hot summer day that Sam and Cleary looked over the rail of +the transport as they watched the troops come on board. It was a +remarkable scene, for a crowd of native women were on the shore, weeping +and arguing with the men and preventing them from getting into the +boats.</p> + +<p>"Who on earth are they?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"It's a pretty mean practical joke," said Cleary. "That regiment has +been up in the interior, and they've all had wives up there. They buy +them for five dollars apiece. And the Governor of the province there, a +friendly native, has sent more than a hundred of the women down here, to +get rid of them, I sup<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Page 256]</a></span>pose, and now the poor things want to come along +with their young men. Some of them have got babies, do you see?"</p> + +<p>After a long and noisy delay the captain of the transport, assisted by +the officers of the regiment in question, persuaded the women to stay +behind, giving a few coppers to each and making the most reckless and +unabashed promises of return. The steamer then weighed anchor and was +soon passing the sunken Castalian fleet.</p> + +<p>"The Court at Whoppington has just allowed prize-money to the officers +and men for sinking those ships," said Cleary. "They didn't get as much +as they wanted, but it's a good round sum."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad they will get some remuneration for their hard work," said +Sam.</p> + +<p>"Do you see that native sloop over there?" said Cleary. "She's a pirate +boat we caught down in the archipelago. She had sunk a merchant vessel +loaded with opium or something of the kind, very valuable. They'd got +her in shallow water and had killed some of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Page 257]</a></span> the crew, and the rest swam +ashore, and they were dividing up the swag when they were caught. They +would have had I don't know how many dollars apiece. They were all +hanged."</p> + +<p>"Serves them right," said Sam. "We must put down piracy. Good-by, +Havilla," he added, waving his hat toward the capital. "It makes me feel +happy to think that I have actually ended the war by capturing Gomaldo."</p> + +<p>"Not much!" cried Cleary. "Didn't you hear the news this morning? The +Cubapinos are twice as active as ever. They're rising everywhere."</p> + +<p>Not many days later, and after an uneventful voyage, the transport +sailed into the mouth of the Hai-Po River and came to anchor off the +ruins of the Porsslanese forts. Colonel Jinks had orders to proceed at +once to Gin-Sin, and he left with Cleary on a river steamer. They were +much struck by the utter desolation of the country. There were no signs +of life, but here and there the smoking ruins of a town showed where +human beings<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Page 258]</a></span> had been. They noticed something floating in the water +with a swarm of flies hovering over it.</p> + +<p>"Good heavens! it's a corpse," said Cleary. "It's a native. That's a +handsome silk jacket, and it doesn't look like a soldier's either. Look +at that vulture. It's sweeping down on it."</p> + +<p>The vulture circled round in the air, coming close to the body, but did +not touch it.</p> + +<p>"It has had enough to eat already," said an Anglian passenger who was +standing near them. "Did you ever see such a fat bird? You'll see plenty +of bodies before long. Do you observe those vultures ahead there? You'll +find floating bodies wherever they are."</p> + +<p>"I suppose they are the bodies of soldiers," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed, not all of them by any means. These Porsslanese must be +stamped out like vipers. I'm thankful to say most of the armies are +doing their duty. They don't give any quarter to native soldiers, and +they despatch the wounded too. That's the only way to treat<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Page 259]</a></span> them, and +they don't feel pain the way we do. In fact, they rather like it. The +Tutonians are setting a good example; they shoot their prisoners. I saw +them shoot about seventy. They tied them together four by four by their +pigtails and then shot them. It's best, tho, to avoid taking prisoners; +that's what most of them do."</p> + +<p>"But you say these bodies are not all soldiers," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"No, of course not. You see the Mosconians kill any natives they please. +Then those who are out at night are killed as a matter of course, and +those who won't work for the soldiers naturally have to be put out of +the way. It's the only way to enforce discipline. Look at these bodies +now."</p> + +<p>Corpses were now coming down the river one after another. Each had its +attendant swarm of flies, and vultures soared in flocks in the air. The +river was yellow with mud, and the air oppressively hot and heavy. Now +and then a whiff of putrid air was blown across the deck. The three men +watched the bodies<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Page 260]</a></span> drifting past, brainless skulls, eyeless sockets, +floating along many of them as if they were swimming on their backs. "It +is really a fine example of the power of civilization," said the +stranger. "I don't approve of everything that has been done, by any +means. Some of the armies have treated women rather badly, but no +English-speaking soldiers have done that. In fact, your army has hardly +been up to the average in effectiveness. You and the Japs have been +culpably lenient, if you will permit me to say so."</p> + +<p>"We are only just starting out on our career as a military nation," said +Sam. "You must not expect too much of us at first. We'll soon get our +hand in. As for the Japs, why they're heathen. They can hardly be +expected to behave like Christians. But we were afraid that the war was +over and that we should find nothing to do."</p> + +<p>"The war over! What an absurdity! I have lived in Porsslania for over +thirty years and I ought to know something about it by now. There's an +army of at least forty thou<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Page 261]</a></span>sand Fencers over there to the northwest and +another twenty-five thousand in the northeast. The Tutonians are the +only people who understand it. Their first regiments have just arrived, +and they are going to do something. They say the Emperor is coming +himself, and he will put an end to this state of affairs. He is not a +man to stand rebellion. All we can say is that we have made a good +beginning. We have laid the whole province waste, and it will be a long +time before they forget it."</p> + +<p>The journey was hot and tedious; the desolated shore, the corpses and +vultures, and an occasional junk with square-rigged sails and high poop +were the only things upon which to fix the eye. When at last our +travelers arrived at the city of Gin-Sin, Sam learned that his regiment +had proceeded to the Capital and was in camp there, and it would be +impossible for him to leave until the following day. He stopped with +Cleary at the principal hotel. The city was in a semi-ruined condition, +but life was already beginning to assume its ordinary course. The narrow +streets, hung with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Page 262]</a></span> banners and lanterns and cabalistic signs, were full +of people. Barbers and scribes were plying their trades in the open air, +and war was not always in sight. Sam's reputation had preceded him, and +he had scarcely gone to his room when he received an invitation from a +leading Anglian merchant to dine with him that evening. Cleary was +anxious to go too, and it so happened that he had letters of +introduction to the gentleman in question. He made his call at once and +was duly invited.</p> + +<p>There were a dozen or more guests at dinner, all of them men. Indeed, +there were few white women left at Gin-Sin. With the exception of Sam +and Cleary all the guests were Anglians. There was the consul-general, a +little man with a gray beard, a tall, bald-headed, gray-mustached +major-general in command of the Anglian forces at Gin-Sin, two +distinguished missionaries of many years' experience, several junior +officers of the army, and a merchant or two. When dinner was announced +they all went in, each taking pre<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Page 263]</a></span>cedence according to his station. Sam +knew nothing of such matters, and was loath to advance until his host +forced him to. He found a card with his name on it at the second cover +on the right from his host. On his right was the card of a young +captain. The place on his left and immediately on the right of the host +bore no card, and the consul-general and the major-general both made for +it. The former got there first, but the military man, who was twice his +size, came into violent collision with him, pushed him away and captured +the seat, while the consul-general was obliged to retreat and take the +seat on the left of his host. The whole party pretended very hard to +have noticed nothing unusual.</p> + +<p>"Rather odd performance, eh?" whispered the captain to Sam. "You see how +it is. Old Folsom says he takes precedence because he represents the +Crown, but the general says that's all rot, for the consul's only a +commercial agent and a K.C.Q.X. Now the general is a G.C.Q.X., and he +says that gives him prece<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Page 264]</a></span>dence. Nobody can settle it, and so they have +to fight it out every time they meet."</p> + +<p>"I see," said Sam. "I don't know anything about such things, but I +should think that the general was clearly in the right. He could hardly +afford to let the army be overridden."</p> + +<p>"Quite so," said the captain. "I don't suppose you know these people," +he added.</p> + +<p>"Not one of them, except my friend, Mr. Cleary. We only arrived to-day."</p> + +<p>"The general is a good deal of a fellow," said the captain. "I was with +him in Egypt and afterward in South Africa."</p> + +<p>"Were you, indeed?" cried Sam. "Do tell me all about those wars. They +were such great affairs."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they were. Not much like this business here. Nothing could stop us +in the Sudan, and when we dug up the Mahdi and threw his body away there +was nothing left of the rebellion. I believe the best way to settle +things here would be to dig up somebody—Confusus, for instance. If +there's anything of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Page 265]</a></span> that kind to be done our army could do it in +style."</p> + +<p>"It must be a very effective means of subjugating people," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and would you believe it? the natives objected to it. They asked +us what we would think of it if they dug up our Queen. Just think of it! +The impudent niggers! As if there was any similarity in the two cases."</p> + +<p>"Outrageous," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"And even at home and in Parliament, when our general was sitting in the +gallery hearing them discuss how much money they would give him, some of +the members protested against our digging the old fraud up. It was a +handsome thing for the general to go there and face them down."</p> + +<p>"It showed great tact, and I may say—delicacy," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes, indeed," said the captain. "That's his strong point."</p> + +<p>"But I suppose that the war in South Africa was even greater," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Rather. Why we captured four thousand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Page 266]</a></span> of those Boers with only forty +thousand men. No wonder all Anglia went wild over it. Lord Bobbets went +home and they gave him everything they could think of in the way of +honors. It was a fitting tribute."</p> + +<p>"The war is quite over there now, isn't it?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered the captain, somewhat drily. "And so is yours in the +Cubapines, I understand."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam. "I think the Cubapine war and the South African war are +about equally over."</p> + +<p>"Do you see that lieutenant there between your friend and the parson?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"He got the Victorious Cross in South Africa. He saved a sergeant's life +under fire. You see his cross?"</p> + +<p>"How interesting!" said Sam. "He must be a hero."</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page266" id="page266"></a><img src="images/page266.png" title="page266" alt="page266" height="645" width="400" /></p> +<h4>WINNERS OF THE CROSS</h4> +<h6>"HE GOT THE VICTORIOUS CROSS IN +SOUTH AFRICA"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>"That chap with the mustache at the bottom of the table really did more +once. He saved three men from drowning in a ship<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Page 267]</a></span>wreck in the Yellow +Sea. He's got a medal for it."</p> + +<p>"Why doesn't he wear it, too?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Civilians never do," said the captain. "It would look rather odd, +wouldn't it, for him to wear a life-saving medal? You may be sure he +keeps it locked up somewhere and never talks about it."</p> + +<p>"It is strange that civilians should be so far behind military men in +using their opportunities," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"That old fellow with the long beard is Cope, the inventor of the Cope +gun. He's a wonder. He was out here in the employ of the Porsslanese +Government. Most of their artillery was designed by him. What a useful +man he has been to his country! First he invented a projectile that +could go through any steel plate then known, and all the navies had to +build new steel-clad ships on a new principle that he had invented to +prevent his projectiles from piercing them. Then what does he do, but +invent a new projectile that could go through that, and they had to +order new<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Page 268]</a></span> guns for it and build new ships to withstand it. He's done +that four times. And he's got a rifle now that will penetrate almost +anything. If you put two hundred Porsslanese of the same height in a row +it would go through all their heads at five hundred yards. I hope +they'll try the experiment before this affair is over."</p> + +<p>The major-general had by this time exhausted all possible subjects of +conversation with his host and sat silent, and Sam felt obliged to turn +his attention to him, and was soon engaged in relating his experience in +the Cubapines. Meanwhile Cleary had been conversing with the brave young +lieutenant at his side and the reverend gentlemen beyond him. They had +been discussing the slaughter of the Porsslanese, the lieutenant sitting +back from the table while his neighbors talked across him.</p> + +<p>"I confess," said the Rev. Mr. Parker, "that I am not quite satisfied +with our position here. This wholesale killing of non-combatants is +revolting to me. Surely it can not be Christian."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Page 269]</a></span>"I have had some doubts about it too," said the young man. "I don't mind +hitting a man that hits back. I didn't object to the pig-sticking in +South Africa, and I believe that man-hunting is the best of all sports; +but this killing of people who don't resist, and even smile in a sickly +way while you do it and almost thank you—it really does go against me."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Cleary, "perhaps there is something in that."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear young friend!" cried the clergyman, turning toward the +lieutenant, "you don't know what joy it gives me to hear you say that. I +have spoken in this way again and again, and you are the first man I +have met who agrees with me. Won't you let your fellow officers know +what you think? It will come with so much more force from a military +man, and one of your standing as a V.C. Won't you now tell this company +that you think we are going too far?"</p> + +<p>"Really, Doctor," said the young man, blushing, "really, I think you +exaggerate my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Page 270]</a></span> importance. It wouldn't do any good. Perhaps I have said +a little more to you than I really meant. This champagne has gone to my +head a little."</p> + +<p>"Just repeat what you said to us. I will get the attention of the +table."</p> + +<p>"No, Doctor, for God's sake don't!" cried the lieutenant, laying his +right hand on the missionary's arm while he toyed with his cross with +the other. "To tell you the truth, I haven't the courage to say it. They +would think I was crazy. I would be put in Coventry. I have no business +to make suggestions when a general's present."</p> + +<p>Mr. Parker sighed and did not return to the subject.</p> + +<p>After dinner Sam was introduced to Canon Gleed, another missionary, who +seemed to be on very good terms with himself, and stood rubbing his +hands with a benignant smile.</p> + +<p>"These are great days, Colonel Jinks," he said. "Great days, indeed, for +foreign missions. What would St. John have said on the island of Patmos +if he could have cabled for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Page 271]</a></span> half-a-dozen armies and half-a-dozen +fleets, and got them too? He would have made short work of his jailers. +As he looks down upon us to-night, how his soul must rejoice! The Master +told us to go into all nations, and we are going to go if it takes a +million troops to send us and keep us there. You are going on to the +Capital to-morrow? You will meet a true saint of the Lord there, your +own fellow countryman, the Rev. Dr. Amen. He is a true member of the +Church Militant. Give him my regards when you see him."</p> + +<p>"I see there is another clergyman here," said Sam, looking at Mr. +Parker.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and I must say I am surprised to see him. Let me warn you, +Colonel. He is, I fear, altogether heterodox. I don't know what kind of +Christianity he teaches, but he has actually kept on good terms with the +Porsslanese near his mission throughout all these events. He is disloyal +to our flag, there can be no question of it, and he openly criticizes +the actions of our governments. He should not be received in society. He +ought to be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Page 272]</a></span> sent home—but, hist! some one is going to sing."</p> + +<p>It was the young lieutenant who had seated himself at the piano and was +clearing his throat as he ran his hands over the keys. Then he began to +sing in a rather feeble voice:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 10em;"> +<p>"Let the Frenchy sip his cognac in his caffy,<br /> +Let the Cossack gulp his kvass and usquebaugh;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Let the Prussian grenadier</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Swill his dinkle-doonkle beer,</span><br /> +And the Yankee suck his cocktail through a straw,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Through a straw,</span><br /> +And the Yankee suck his cocktail through a straw.<br /> +<br /> +"Let the Ghoorka drink his pugaree and pukka,<br /> +Let the Hollander imbibe old schnapps galore.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Tommy Atkins is the chap</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left:2em;">Who has broached a better tap,</span><br /> +For he takes his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Blood and gore,</span><br /> +For he takes his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore.<br /> +<br /> +"When at 'ome he may content himself with whisky,<br /> +But if once he lands upon a foreign shore—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On the Nile or Irrawady—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He forgets his native toddy,</span><br /> +And he takes his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Blood and gore,</span><br /> +And he takes his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Page 273]</a></span> +"He's a connoisseur of every foreign vintage,<br /> +From the claret of the fat and juicy Boer<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To the thicker nigger brand</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That he spills upon the sand,</span><br /> +When he draws his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore.<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Blood and gore,</span><br /> +When he draws his 'arf-and-'arf in blood and gore."<br /></p> +</div> + +<p>"Fine, isn't it!" exclaimed Sam's neighbor, the captain, who was +standing by him, as they all joined in hearty applause. "I tell you +Bludyard Stripling ought to be our poet laureate. He's the laureate of +the Empire, at any rate. Why, a song like that binds a nation together. +You haven't any poet like that, have you?"</p> + +<p>"No-o," answered Sam, thinking in shame of Shortfellow, Slowell, and +Pittier. "I'm afraid all our poets are old women and don't understand us +soldiers."</p> + +<p>"Stripling understands everything," said the captain. "He never makes a +mistake. He is a universal genius."</p> + +<p>"I don't think we ever drink cocktails with a straw," ventured Sam.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, you must. He never makes a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Page 274]</a></span> mistake. You may be sure that, +before he wrote that, he drank each one of those drinks, one after +another."</p> + +<p>"Quite likely," whispered Cleary to Sam, as he came up on the other +side.</p> + +<p>"I wish I could hear it sung in Lunnon," said the captain. "A chorus of +duchesses are singing it at one of the biggest music-halls every +evening, and then they pass round their coronets, lined with velvet, you +know, and take up a collection of I don't know how many thousand pounds +for the wounded in South Africa. It stirs my blood every time I hear it +sung."</p> + +<p>The party broke up at a late hour, and Sam and Cleary walked back +together to the hotel.</p> + +<p>"Interesting, wasn't it?" said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"Canon is a good title for that parson, isn't it? He's a fighter. They +ought to promote him. 'Bombshell Gleed' would sound better than 'Canon +Gleed,'" said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"'M," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"And that old general looked rather queer in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Page 275]</a></span> that red and gilt +bob-tailed Eton jacket," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Yes, rather."</p> + +<p>"Convenient for spanking, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"The captain next to me told me a lot about Bobbets," said Sam. "Wasn't +he nearly kidnaped in South Africa?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; that comes of sending generals away from home who only weigh +ninety-five pounds. We hadn't any such trouble with Laughter. They'd +have had to kidnap him with a derrick."</p> + +<p>"I never thought of that," said Sam. "Perhaps that's the real reason +they selected him. I shouldn't wonder."</p> + +<p>"Of course it was," responded Cleary.</p> + +<p>"What sort of a chap was the one with the V.C. next to you?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"A fine fellow," said Cleary. "But it does seem queer, when you think of +it, to wear a cross like that, that says 'I'm a hero,' just as plain as +the beggar's placard says, 'I am blind.'"</p> + +<p>"I don't see why," said Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Page 276]</a></span>"On the whole I think that a placard would be better," said Cleary. +"Everybody would be sure to understand it. 'I performed such and such an +heroic action on such and such a day, signed John Smith.' Print it in +big letters and then stand around graciously so that people could read +it through when they wanted to. I'll get the idea patented when I get +home."</p> + +<p>"It's a pity we don't give more attention to decorations at home," said +Sam. "But I don't quite like the placard idea."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Page 277]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> + +<h1>The Great White Temple</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_12.png" alt="chap_12" height="550" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 380px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 441px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 445px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 451px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 453px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 453px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 455px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 458px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 458px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 455px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 453px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 449px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 445px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 441px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 433px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /> +N the following morning the two friends started on their journey up the +river toward the Imperial City. They went on a barge filled with +soldiers, some of them their own troops who had arrived earlier the same +morning. The barge was drawn by ropes pulled by natives, who walked and +ran<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Page 278]</a></span> along the banks of the river. It was a day of ever-increasing +horrors. All the desolation which they had remarked the day previous was +reproduced and accentuated, and as they were so much nearer to the bank, +and occasionally took walks on shore, they saw it all more clearly. Sam +was much interested in the foreign troops. Their uniforms looked strange +and uncouth.</p> + +<p>"What funny pill-boxes those are that those Anglian soldiers have stuck +to the side of their heads," he said, pointing to two men at Gin-Sin +before they set sail.</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Cleary. "They'll put on their helmets when the sun gets +higher. They do look queer, tho. Perhaps they think our fellows look +queer too."</p> + +</div> + +<p>"I never thought of that," said Sam. "Perhaps they do," and he looked at +his fellow-countrymen who were preparing to embark, endeavoring to judge +of their appearance as if he had never seen them before. He scrutinized +carefully their slouch hats creased in four quarters, their loose, +dark-blue jackets, gen<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Page 279]</a></span>erally unbuttoned, and their easy-going +movements.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps they do look queer," he said at last. "I never thought of +that."</p> + +<p>The river was more full of corpses than ever, and there were many to be +seen on the shore, all of them of natives. Children were playing and +bathing in the shallows, oblivious of the dead around them. Dogs prowled +about, sleek and contented, and usually sniffing only at the cadavers, +for their appetites were already sated. At one place they saw a father +and son lying hand in hand where they had been shot while imploring +mercy. A dog was quietly eating the leg of the boy. The natives who +pulled the boat along with great difficulty under the hot sun were drawn +from all classes, some of them coolies accustomed to hard work, others +evidently of the leisure classes who could hardly keep up with the rest. +Soldiers were acting as task-masters, and they whipped the men who did +not pull with sufficient strength. Now and then a man would try to +escape<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Page 280]</a></span> by running, but such deserters were invariably brought down by a +bullet in the back. More than once one of the men would fall as they +waded along, and be swept off by the current. None of them seemed to +know how to swim, but no one paid any attention to their fate. Parties +were sent out to bring in other natives to take the place of those who +gave out. One of the men thus brought in was paralyzed on one side and +carried a crutch. The soldiers made sport of him, snatched the crutch +from him, and made him pull as best he could with the rest. Sam, Cleary, +and an Anglian officer who had served through the whole war took a long +walk together back from the river during the halt at noon. They entered +a deserted house, with gables and a tiled roof, which by chance had not +been burned. The house had been looted, and such of its contents as were +too large to carry away were lying broken to bits about the floor. A +nasty smell came from an inner room, and they looked in and saw the +whole family—father, mother, and three daughters—lying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Page 281]</a></span> dead in a row +on the floor. A bloody knife was in the hand of the man.</p> + +<p>"They probably committed suicide when they saw the soldiers coming," +said the Anglian, whose name was Major Brown. "They often do that, and +they do quite right. When they don't, the soldiers, and even the +officers sometimes, do what they will with the women and then bayonet +them afterward. Our people draw the line at that, and so do yours."</p> + +<p>"We certainly conduct war most humanely," said Sam.</p> + +<p>They heard a groan from another room, and opening the door saw an old +woman lying in a pool of blood, quite unconscious.</p> + +<p>"I'll put her out of her misery," said the major, and he drew his +revolver and shot her through the head.</p> + +<p>The journey was a very slow one and occupied three days, altho the +natives were kept at work as long as they could stand it, on one day +actually tugging at the ropes for twenty-one hours. At last, however, +the Imperial City was reached, and our two travelers disem<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Page 282]</a></span>barked and, +taking a donkey-cart, gave directions to carry them to the quarter +assigned to their own army. Here as everywhere desolation reigned. A +string of laden camels showed, however, that trade was beginning to +reassert itself. They drove past miles of burned houses, through the +massive city walls and beyond, until they saw the welcome signs of a +camp over which Old Gory waved supreme. Sam was received with much +cordiality by the commandant, General Taffy, and assigned to the command +of the 27th Volunteer Infantry. The general was a man well known +throughout the army for his courage and ability, but notwithstanding +this Sam took a strong prejudice against him, for he seemed to be +half-hearted in his work and to disapprove of the prevailing policy of +pacification by fire and sword. Sam ascribed this feebleness to the fact +that he had been originally appointed to the army from civil life, and +that he had not enjoyed the benefits of an East Point education.</p> + +<p>As soon as Sam was installed in his new<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Page 283]</a></span> quarters, in the colonel's tent +of his regiment, he started out with Cleary to see the great city and +examine the scene of the late siege. They found the Jap quarter the most +populous. The inhabitants who had fled had returned, and the streets +were taking on their normal aspect. Near the boundary of this district +they saw a house with a placard in the Jap language, and asked an +Anglian soldier who was passing what it meant.</p> + +<p>"That's one of the Jap placards to show that the natives who live there +are good people who have given no offense," said he.</p> + +<p>"Let's go in and pay them a call," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>They entered, and passing into a back room found a woman nursing a man +who had evidently been recently shot in the side. She shrank from them +with terror as they entered, and made no answer to their request for +information. As they passed out they met a young native coming in, and +they asked him what it meant.</p> + +<p>"Some Frank soldiers shot him because he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Page 284]</a></span> could not give them money. It +had all been stolen already," said the lad in pigeon English.</p> + +<p>"But the placard says they are loyal people," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"What difference does that make to them?" was the reply.</p> + +<p>Farther on in a lonely part of the town they heard cries issuing from +the upper window of a house. They were the cries of women, mingled with +oaths of men in the Frank language. Suddenly two women jumped out of the +window, one after the other, and fell in a bruised mass in the street. +Sam and Cleary approached them and saw that they had received a mortal +hurt. They were ladies, handsomely dressed. The first impulse of Sam and +Cleary was to take charge of them, but seeing two natives approach, they +called their attention to the case and walked away.</p> + +<p>"I suppose it's best not to get mixed up with the affairs of the other +armies," said Sam.</p> + +<p>The quarter assigned to the Tutonians they were surprised to find quite +deserted by the inhabitants.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Page 285]</a></span>"I tell you, those Tutonians know their business," said Sam. "They won't +stand any fooling. Just see how they have established peace! We have a +lot to learn from them."</p> + +<p>They saw a crowd collected in one place.</p> + +<p>"What is it?" asked Sam of a soldier.</p> + +<p>"They're going to shoot thirty of these damned coolies for jostling +soldiers in the street," he answered.</p> + +<p>Sam regretted that they had no time to wait and see the execution.</p> + +<p>As they reentered their own quarter they saw a number of carts loaded +down with all sorts of valuable household effects driven along. They +asked one of the native drivers what they were doing, and he replied in +pigeon English that they were collecting loot for the Rev. Dr. Amen. +Farther on some of their own soldiers were conducting an auction of +handsome vases and carved ornaments. Sam watched the sale for a few +minutes, and bought in one or two beautiful objects for a song for +Marian.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Page 286]</a></span>"Where did they get all this stuff?" he asked of a lieutenant.</p> + +<p>"Oh, anywhere. Some of it from the houses of foreign residents even. But +we don't understand the game as well as old Amen. He's a corker. He's +grabbed the house of one of his old native enemies here, an awfully rich +chap, and sold him out, and now he's got his converts cleaning out a +whole ward. He's collected a big fine for every convert killed and so +much extra for every dollar stolen, and he's going to use it all for the +propagation of the Gospel. He's as good as a Tutonian, he is."</p> + +<p>"I'm glad we have such a man to represent our faith," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"He's pretty hard on General Taffy, tho," said the lieutenant. "He says +we ought to have the Tutonian mailed fist. Taffy is much too soft, he +thinks."</p> + +<p>Sam bit his lips. He could not criticize his superior officer before a +subaltern, but he was tempted to.</p> + +<p>On reaching headquarters Sam found that he<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Page 287]</a></span> was to take charge of a +punitive expedition in the North, whose chief object was to be the +destruction of native temples, for the purpose of giving the inhabitants +a lesson. He was to have command of his own regiment, two companies of +cavalry, and a field-battery. They were to set out in two days. He spent +the intermediate time in completing the preparations, which had been +well under way before his arrival, and in studying the map. No one knew +how much opposition he might expect.</p> + +<p>It was early in the morning on a hot summer day that the expedition left +the Capital. Sam was mounted on a fine bay stallion, and felt that he +was entirely in his element.</p> + +<p>"What camp is that over there on the left?" he asked his orderly.</p> + +<p>"That's the Anglian camp, sir."</p> + +<p>"Are you sure. I can't see their colors. They must have moved their +camp."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, I'm sure. I passed near there last night and I saw +half-a-dozen of the men blacking their officers' boots and singing, +'Britons, Britons, never will be slaves!' It<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Page 288]</a></span> must be a tough job too, +sir, for everybody's boots are covered with blood. The gutters are +running with it."</p> + +<p>"I wish we had them with us to-day," said Sam. "They have done such a +lot of burning in South Africa that they could show us the best way."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir. But then temple-burning is finer work than burning +farmhouses, sir."</p> + +<p>"That is true," said Sam.</p> + +<p>Before night they had visited three deserted towns and burned down the +temple in each with its accompanying pagoda. There is something in the +hearts of men that responds to great conflagrations, and the whole force +soon got into the spirit of it and burned everything they came across. +Sam enjoyed himself to the full. His only regret was that there was no +enemy to overcome. They camped out at night and continued the same work +for several days, all the natives fleeing as soon as they came in sight. +At last they reached the famous white temple of Pu-Sing, which was the +chief object of religious devotion in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Page 289]</a></span> whole province. This was to +be absolutely destroyed, notwithstanding its great artistic beauty, and +then they were to return to the city in triumph. As they drew near to +the building two or three shots were fired from it, and one soldier was +wounded in the arm. The usual cursing began, and the men were restive to +get at the Porsslanese garrison. Sam ordered the infantry to fire a +volley, and then, as the return fire was feeble, he ordered the squadron +of cavalry to charge, leading it himself. The natives turned and fled as +soon as they saw them coming, and the cavalry, skirting the enclosure of +the temple, followed them beyond and cut them down without mercy.</p> + +<p>"Give them hell!" cried Sam. "Exterminate the vermin!" and he swore, +quite naturally under the circumstances, like a trooper.</p> + +<p>Some of the natives fell on their knees and begged for quarter, but it +was of no use. Every one was killed. They numbered about two hundred in +all. When the horsemen returned to the temple they found the infantry +already at work at the task of looting it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Page 290]</a></span> Everything of value that could be carried was taken out, and the larger +statues and vases were broken to pieces. Then the woodwork was cut away +and piled up for firewood, and finally the whole pile set on fire. In +all this work the leader was a sergeant of infantry who seemed to have a +natural talent for it. Sam had noticed him before at the burning of the +other temples, but now he showed himself more conspicuously capable. As +the work of piling inflammable material against the walls of polished +marble, inlaid with ivory, was nearing completion, Sam sent for this man +so that he might thank and congratulate him. The soldier came up, his +hands black with charcoal and his face smudged as well.</p> + +<p>"You've done well, sergeant," said Sam. "I will mention you to the +general when we return."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, sir," said the man, and his voice sounded strangely +familiar. Sam peered into his face. He had certainly seen it before.</p> + +<p>"What is your name, sergeant?"</p> + +<p>"Thatcher, sir."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Page 291]</a></span>"Why, of course, you're Thatcher—Josh Thatcher of Slowburgh. Don't you +remember that night at the hotel when we had a drink together? Don't you +remember Captain Jinks?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, but I didn't know you was he—a colonel, too, sir," said the +man, as Sam shook his hand warmly.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad to see that you're doing credit to your town," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"They'll be surprised to hear it at home, sir," said Thatcher. "They was +always down on me. They never gave me a chance. Here they all speaks to +me like you do, sir. Why, Dr. Amen slapped me on the back and called me +a fine fellow when I brought him in a big load of stuff. I got it from +houses of people I didn't even know, and he said I was a good fellow. At +Slowburgh I took a chicken now and then, and only from somebody who'd +done me some mean trick, and they said I was a thief. Once or twice I +burned a barn there just for fun, and never anybody's barn that wasn't +down on me and rich enough to stand<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Page 292]</a></span> it, and they said I was a criminal. +And as for women, if they ever seed me with one, they all said I was +dissolute and a disgrace to the place, and here I have ten times more of +'em than I want, and everybody says it's all right, and they made me +corporal and sergeant, and the generals talked to me like I was +somebody, and I swear as much as I like. I never shot anybody at home. I +suppose they'd have strung me up if I had, and here I just pepper any +pigtail I like. They called me a criminal at Slowburgh, just think of +that! I say that criminals are just soldiers who ain't got a job—who +ain't had any chance at all, I says. I wasn't ever judged right, I +wasn't."</p> + +<p>There were tears in Thatcher's eyes as he ended this speech.</p> + +<p>"You're a fine chap," said Sam. "I'll tell all about you when you get +home. This war has been the making of you. How are the other Slowburgh +boys?"</p> + +<p>"They're all right, except my cousin Tom. He's down sick with something. +He's run about a little too much. He always was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Page 293]</a></span> a-sparking. He never +knowed how to take care of himself. Jim Thomson was wounded once, but +he's all right now. We've all had fever, but that's over too. But the +fire's spreading, sir; we'd better get out of this."</p> + +<p>As he spoke a heavy charred beam fell just in front of him, and the end +of it came down with its full weight on Sam's leg, snapping the bone in +two near the ankle. The foot lay at right angles, and the bone +protruded. Several soldiers lifted the log and Thatcher drew Sam out, +and they bore him in haste out of the building. He was laid on the +ground quite unconscious, at some distance from the temple, while the +flames roared and leaped toward heaven, wrapping the graceful, lofty +nine-story pagoda in their folds. It was in a beautiful garden that he +lay, near a pool filled with lotus flowers and at the end of a rustic +bridge. The air was heavy with the perfume of lilies. A surgeon was +called, and before long he was able to put the foot in place, but only +after sawing off a large piece of bone. A cart was obtained, Sam was +laid in it, a bottle of whisky<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Page 294]</a></span> was poured down his throat, and the +journey to the city began. The patient on coming to himself experienced +no pain. The liquor he had taken made him feel supremely happy. He was +in an ecstasy of exultation, and would have liked to embrace all +mankind. But gradually this feeling wore off and his leg began to pain +him, at first slightly, then more and more until it became excruciating. +The road was almost impassable, and every jolt caused him agony. For +twelve hours he underwent these tortures until he reached the camp in +the city, and was at once transferred to a temporary hospital which had +been improvised in a public building. Here he lay for many weeks, +suffering much, but gradually regaining the use of his leg. He was in +charge of a particularly efficient woman doctor from home who had +volunteered to serve with the Red Cross Society. Sam felt most grateful +to her for her care, but he strongly disapproved of her attitude to +things military. She seemed to have a contempt for the whole military +establishment, insisted on calling him "young man,"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Page 295]</a></span> altho he was a +colonel, usually addressed lieutenants as "boys," and laughed at +uniforms, salutes, and ceremonies of all kinds.</p> + +<p>"Men are the silliest things in the world," she said one day. "Do you +suppose women would have a War Department that spent a lot of money on +bombshells to blow people up and then a lot more on Red Cross Societies +to piece them together again? Why, we would just leave the soldiers at +home, and save all the money, and it would be just the same in the end."</p> + +<p>"Not the kind of women I know," said Sam, thinking of Marian.</p> + +<p>"I mean my kind of woman," said the doctor. "Do you think we'd sell guns +and rifles to the Porsslanese and teach them how to use them, and then +go to work and fight them after having armed them?" And she laughed a +merry laugh.</p> + +<p>"And do you think we'd pay men to invent all sorts of infernal machines +like the Barnes torpedo, and then have our big ships blown up by them in +time of peace. That is what<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Page 296]</a></span> brought on the whole Castalian and Cubapine +war. The idea of praising a man like Barnes! He's been a curse to the +world."</p> + +<p>"It was really a blessing," said Sam. "It has spread civilization and +Christianity all over."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's one way of doing it," said she. "But when there are more +women like me we'll take things out of the hands of you silly men and +run them ourselves. Now, young man, you've talked enough. Turn over and +go to sleep."</p> + +<p>Cleary called on his friend almost every day and kept him informed. He +sent home glowing accounts of Sam as the conqueror of the Great White +Temple, and described his sufferings for his country with artistic +skill. He also began work on the series of articles which Sam was +expected to write for <i>Scribblers' Magazine</i>. His gossip about the +events in the various camps entertained Sam very much, altho he was +often irritated as well. In his capacity of correspondent Cleary saw and +knew everything.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Page 297]</a></span>"Sam," said he one day, as the invalid was sitting up in an easy-chair +at the window—"Sam, it's so long since I was at East Point that I'm +becoming more and more of a civilian. You army people begin to amuse me. +There's always something funny about you. The Tutonians are the funniest +of all. The little red-cheeked officers with their blond mustaches +turned up to their eyes are too funny to live. You feel like kissing +them and sending them to bed. And the airs they put on! One of their +soldiers happened to elbow a lieutenant the other day, and the chap ran +him through with his sword, and no one called him to account. The +officers jostle and browbeat any civilian who will submit to it, and +then try to get him into a duel, but I believe they're a cowardly lot at +bottom. No man of real courage would bluster all over the place so."</p> + +<p>"I admire their discipline," said Sam.</p> + +<p>"And then there's the Franks. They're not quite so conceited, but +they're awfully touchy. I think the mustaches measure con<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Page 298]</a></span>ceit. The +Tutonians' stick up straight, the Franks' stick right out at each side +waxed to a point, and ours droop downward."</p> + +<p>Sam began to twist his mustache upward, but it would not stay.</p> + +<p>"I was in to see a Frank military trial the other day," said Cleary. "It +was the most comical thing. There were three big generals on the court. +I mean big in rank. They were about four feet high in size, and they +kept looking at their mustaches in hand-glasses and combing their hair +with pocket-combs. They were trying one of their lieutenants for having +sold some secret military plans to a Tutonian attaché. Now the joke of +it is that military attachés are appointed just for the purpose of +buying secrets, and everybody knows it. They're licensed to do it. And +then when they do just what they're licensed for, everybody makes a +fuss. Well, the secrets were sold; there wasn't the slightest reason for +thinking this lieutenant had sold them, but they had to punish somebody. +They say they drew his name from a box. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Page 299]</a></span> had three officers to +testify against him, and they were the stupidest liars I ever saw. They +just blundered from beginning to end, and the president of the court +helped them out and told them what to say, and corrected them. The third +man said nothing at all except, 'Yes, my general; yes, my general.' Then +they called the witnesses for the accused, and two officers stepped +forward, when a couple of orderlies grabbed each of them, stuffed a gag +into their mouths, and carried them out, while the court looked the +other way, and the crowd shouted, 'Long live the army!' The court +adjourned on account of the 'contumacy of the witnesses for the +defense.' I went in again the next morning, and they announced that both +the witnesses had committed suicide. Then the president took a judgment +out of his pocket which I had seen him fingering all the first day, and +read it off just as it had been written before the trial began, +condemning the poor devil to twenty years' imprisonment. I never saw +such a farce. Everybody shouted for the army, and the little generals +kissed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Page 300]</a></span> each other and cried, and they had a great time of it. And the +president made a speech in which he said that they had saved the army +and consequently the country too, and that honor and glory and the +fatherland had been redeemed. They've all been promoted and decorated +since. They're a queer lot, those Frank officers."</p> + +<p>"We ought not to be too quick in judging foreigners," said Sam. "Their +methods may seem strange to us, but we are not competent to criticize +them. Let each army judge for itself."</p> + +<p>"As a matter of fact," said Cleary, "every army is down on the others. +If you believe what they say about each other they're a pretty bad lot. +They all say that the Mosconians are barbarians, and they call the +Tutonians thugs. The rest of them call the Franks woman-hunters, and +they all call us and the Anglians auctioneers and looters and +shopkeepers, and drunkards, and we're known as temple-burners and +vandals too."</p> + +<p>"What an outrage!" ejaculated Sam.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Page 301]</a></span>"The Anglians are more like us, but they've got a few old generals and +then a lot of small boys, and nothing much between. I should think the +generals would feel like school-masters. I told one of their officers +that, and he said it was better than having second lieutenants +seventy-five years old as we do. We're loving each other a lot just now, +the Anglians and us, but one of our naval officers let on to me that +they were dying to have a war with them. You see, since South Africa +nobody's afraid of them except the Porsslanese, and they don't read the +papers. And how the Anglians despise the Franks! Why, we were discussing +lying in war at a lunch-party, and one of their generals was there, a +rather dense sort of a machine of a man. They had been saying that lying +was an essential part of war, and that an officer must be a good liar +and able to deceive the enemy well, as well as a good fighter, and the +conversation drifted off into the question of lying in general. Somebody +asked the general if he would say he was a Tutonian to save his life. +'Of course,'<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Page 302]</a></span> he answered. 'But would you say you were a Frank under the +same circumstances?' asked some one else. 'Certainly not,' he said. +Everybody roared, but he didn't see any joke, and looked as grave as an +owl all the rest of the afternoon. Then the commanders are all so +jealous of each other. They are spying on each other and putting sticks +in each other's wheels. Officers are queer people. There's only one +profession that can compete with them for feline amenities, and that is +the actress profession."</p> + +<p>"Cleary," said Sam, "I let you talk this way for old acquaintance's +sake, but I wouldn't take it from any one else."</p> + +<p>"Fiddlesticks! You know I'm right. The Anglian officers like to hint at +the frauds in our quartermaster's department at Havilla, but I shut them +up by asking how much their officers made off the horses they bought for +South Africa in Hungary. Then they shut up like a clasp-knife. Officers +talk a lot about their 'brother officers,' and you'd think they loved +each other a lot, but I find they're all glad so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Page 303]</a></span> many were killed in +South Africa because it gives them a lot of promotion. I tell you the +officers of all the armies like to have a good list of dead officers +after each battle, if they are only their superiors in rank. I've been +picking up all I can among the different soldiers, and learning a lot. I +was just talking to a lot of Anglian soldiers now. They were sharpening +sabers and bayonets on grindstones. One of the older ones was telling me +how they used to flog in the army. They had a regular parade, and the +drummers used to lay on the lash, while a doctor watched so that they +shouldn't go too far. Sometimes the young subalterns who were in command +would faint away at the sight.</p> + +<p>"'But it was so manly, sir,' the fellow said to me. 'The army isn't what +it was. But the other armies keep it up still, and we still birch +youngsters in the navy so we needn't despair of the world.'"</p> + +<p>"When will the campaign be over?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"There's no telling. All the armies are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Page 304]</a></span> afraid to leave, for fear the +ones that are left will get some advantage from the Porsslanese +Government. They're a high old lot of allies. It's a queer business. But +the missionaries are as queer as any of them. You ought to have heard +old Amen last Sunday. How he whooped things up! He took his text from +the Gospel of St. Loot, I think! He was trying to stir up Taffy to be +more severe. Amen ought to be a soldier. Our minister plenipotentiary +isn't a backward chap either. I went through the Imperial palace with +him and his party the other day, and they pretty nearly cleaned it out, +just for souvenirs, you know. He didn't take anything himself, as far as +I could see; but his women, bless my soul, they filled their pockets +with jade and ivory and what-not. There were some foreign looters in +there at the same time, great swells too, and they just smashed the +plate-glass over the cabinets and filled their pockets and their arms +too. One old Porsslanese official was standing there, a high mandarin of +some sort, and he had an emerald necklace around his neck.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Page 305]</a></span> Some +diplomat or other walked up to him and quietly took it off, and the old +man didn't stir, but the tears were rolling down his cheeks."</p> + +<p>"He had no right to complain," said Sam. "We clearly have the right to +the contents of a conquered city by the rules of war."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps. But there are some curious war rules. Some of the armies shoot +all natives in soldiers' uniforms because they are soldiers, and then +they shoot all natives who resist them in civil dress, because they are +not soldiers and have no right to fight. I suppose they ought to go +about naked. They used to kill their prisoners with the butt-end of +their rifles, but that breaks the rifles, and now they generally use the +bayonet."</p> + +<p>"Here are some newspapers," said he on another occasion. "You've been +made a brigadier for capturing Gomaldo. Isn't that great? But they +<i>will</i> call you 'Captain Jinks' at home, no matter what your rank is. +The papers say so. The song has made it stick."</p> + +<p>"I'm sorry for that," said Sam. "It would be pleasanter to be called +'General.'"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Page 306]</a></span>"It's all the same," said Cleary. "Wasn't Napoleon called the Little +Corporal? It's really more distinguished."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps it is," said Sam contentedly.</p> + +<p>"Some of the papers criticize us a little too," added Cleary. "They say +we are acting brutally here and in the Cubapines. Of course only a few +say it, but their number is increasing."</p> + +<p>"They make themselves ridiculous," said Sam. "They don't see how +ludicrous their suggestions are that we should actually retire and let +these countries relapse into barbarism. As that fellow said at Havilla, +they have no sense of humor."</p> + +<p>"And yet," retorted Cleary, "our greatest humorists, Mark Swain, Mr. +Tooley, and the best cartoonists, and our only really humorous paper, +<i>Knife</i>, are on that side."</p> + +<p>"But they are only humorists," cried Sam, "mere professional jokers. You +can't expect serious sense from them. They are mere buffoons. The +serious people here, such as Dr. Amen, are with us to a man."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Page 307]</a></span>"I saw old Amen get caught the other day," said Cleary. "I was +interviewing the colonel of the 15th, and in came Amen and began talking +about the Porsslanese—what barbarians they were, no religion, no +belief, no faith. Why, the idea of self-sacrifice was utterly unknown to +them! Just then in came a young officer and said, 'Colonel, the son of +that old native we're going to shoot this afternoon for looting, is +bothering us and says he wants to be shot instead of his father. What +shall we do with him?' Amen said good-day and cleared out. By the way, +the colonel of the 15th is in a hole just now. He was shut up in the +legations, you know, and all the women there were down on him because he +wouldn't make the sentries salute them when the men were dead tired with +watching. They are charging him with cowardice. There'll never be an end +of this backbiting. It's almost as sickening as the throat-cutting and +stabbing. I confess I'm getting sick of it all. When you see a private +shoot an old native for not blacking his boots, when the poor fellow +was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Page 308]</a></span> trying to understand him and couldn't, and smiling as best he +could, it's rather tough; and I've seen twenty babies if I've seen one +lying in the streets with a bayonet hole in them. They have executions +every day in one camp or another. I saw one coolie, who had been working +fourteen hours at a stretch loading carts, shot down because he hadn't +the strength to go on."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid the heat is telling on you, Cleary," said Sam. "This is all +sickly sentimentality. War is war. The trouble with you is that there +has been no regular campaign on to occupy your attention. This lying +about doing nothing is a bad thing for everybody. Wait till the Tutonian +Emperor comes out and we'll have something to do."</p> + +<p>"He won't find any enemy to fight," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Trust him for that," replied Sam. "He's every inch a soldier, and he'll +find the way to make war, depend upon it. He's a religious man too, and +he will back up the missionaries better than we've done."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Page 309]</a></span>"Yes. Amen thinks the world of him. Amen ought to have been a Tutonian +soldier. He says the best imagery of religion comes from war. I told him +I had an article written about a fight which said that our men 'fought +like demons' and 'yelled like fiends,' and I would change it to read +that they fought like seraphs and yelled like cherubim, but he didn't +think it was funny."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Page 310]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> + +<h1>The War-Lord</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_13.png" alt="chap_13" height="304" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 375px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 440px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 443px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 447px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 443px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 440px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 445px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 440px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 380px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 370px;"> </div> + + </div> + +<p> + +S soon as Sam was well enough to be moved the doctors sent him down to +the coast, and Cleary, who had been up and down the river several times +in the course of his newspaper work, went with him. Sam still felt +feeble, and altho he could walk without a crutch, he now had a decided +limp which was sure to be permanent. They arrived at the port a few days +before the expected arrival of the Emperor, and the whole place was +overflowing with excitement. The Emperor, who had never seen a skirmish, +was notwithstanding<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Page 311]</a></span> considered the greatest general of his time, and he +was coming now to prove it before the world and incidentally to wreak +vengeance upon a people, one of whom had killed his ambassador. The town +was profusely decorated, the Tutonian garrison was increased, and Count +von Balderdash, the commander-in-chief, himself took command. Six fleets +were drawn up in the wide bay to await the coming of the war-lord. It +was announced that he would make his entry at night, and that the hour +of arrival had been timed for a dark moonless night. This was asserted +to be for the better display of fireworks. Finally, one morning the +Tutonian fleet of four or five large vessels was sighted in the +distance. They steamed slowly up and down in the distance until night +fell, and then, as their colored electric lights, outlining the masts +and funnels, became distinct in the darkness, they began to approach. +Each of the awaiting fleets was distinguished with particular-colored +lights, and they had taken their position at a considerable distance +from the shore, leaving<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Page 312]</a></span> a passage near the ruined forts for the +Emperor. Sam and Cleary found a good lookout on a dismantled bastion, +and saw the whole parade. As the leading vessel came near the first +fleet the latter saluted with its guns. Suddenly the lights on the +advancing ship were extinguished, and a strong flash-light was throw +from above upon the forward deck. There in bold relief stood a single +figure, brilliantly illuminated by the light. Cleary and Sam turned +their field-glasses upon it.</p> + +</div> + +<p>"By Jove! it's the Emperor," cried Cleary. "He's got on his admiral's +uniform, and now he's passing his own fleet that Balderdash brought with +him."</p> + +<p>They looked at the striking scene for some minutes, and the crowds on +the wharves and shores murmured with surprise.</p> + +<p>"Bless my soul! he has disappeared," said Cleary again.</p> + +<p>Sure enough, he had suddenly passed out of sight, and as suddenly the +flash-light went out and the lights on the masts reappeared. In another +moment these lights were extin<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Page 313]</a></span>guished, and the flash-light revealed a +form standing in the same place in a theatrical attitude with raised +sword and uplifted face.</p> + +<p>"I believe it's he again," said Cleary. "He must have a trap-door. He's +got on another uniform. I think it's a Frank admiral's uniform. There go +the Frank guns. He's passing their fleet."</p> + +<p>"Yes, it is a Frank naval uniform," said a foreign officer near them, as +he scrutinized the deck with his glasses.</p> + +<p>Before each of the fleets the same maneuvre was carried out. As their +guns fired, the Emperor would disappear for a few moments, and in an +incalculably short time he would appear again in the uniform of an +admiral of the fleet in question. When he had passed the last fleet he +disappeared once more, and came back to sight clad in the white and +silver armor of a general officer of his own army, with helmet and +plume. The flash-light now changed colors through the whole gamut of the +rainbow, and the Emperor knelt in the attitude of Columbus discovering +America.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Page 314]</a></span>Sam was immensely impressed.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Cleary!" he said, "if we only had an Emperor."</p> + +<p>"The President is doing his best," said Cleary. "Don't blame him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but what can he do? Why haven't we some one like that to embody the +ideal of the State, to picture us to ourselves, to realize our +aspirations?"</p> + +<p>As he said this a strange noise arose from the crowd near the +landing-stage where the Emperor was about to alight. The far greater +part of this crowd was composed of natives, and they had been entirely +taken aback by the exhibition. They were just beginning to understand +it, and as the war-lord moved about the deck followed by the glare of +the flash-light, and again struck an attitude before descending into the +gig which was to take him ashore, some one of the Porsslanese in the +crowd laughed. His neighbor laughed too, then another and then another, +until the whole native multitude was laughing. The laugh rippled along +the shore through the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Page 315]</a></span> long stretch of natives collected there like the +swells from a passing steamer. It seemed to extend back from the shore +through the whole town, and, tho it was undoubtedly fancy, Sam thought +he heard it spreading, like the rings from a stone thrown into the +water, over the entire land. The foreigners stood aghast. The +Porsslanese are not a laughing people. They had never been known to +laugh before except in the most feeble manner. The events of the past +year had not been especially humorous, and the coming of the great +war-lord was far from being a laughing matter. Yet with the perversity +of heathen they had selected this impressive occasion for showing their +incurable barbarism and bad taste. Sam fairly shuddered.</p> + +<p>"It's a sacrilege," he cried. "I believe that nothing short of +extermination will reclaim this unhappy land. They are calling down the +vengeance of heaven upon them."</p> + +<p>They walked back to town with the foreign officer.</p> + +<p>"He's a wonderful man, the Emperor," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Page 316]</a></span> he, in indifferent English. +"How quickly he changed his clothes, and what a compliment it was!"</p> + +<p>"A sort of lightning-change artist," said Cleary. "He could make his +fortune at a continuous performance."</p> + +<p>In the dark Sam blushed for his friend, but fortunately their companion +did not understand the allusion.</p> + +<p>"You should have seen him when he visited our Queen," he said. "She came +to meet him in the uniform of a Tutonian hussar, breeches and all. You +can imagine how he was touched by it. That very afternoon he called upon +her dressed in the costume of one of our royal princesses with a long +satin train. It made him wonderfully popular. Our Queen responded at +once by making his infant daughters colonels of several of our +regiments. One of them is colonel of mine," he added proudly.</p> + +<p>"What would you do if you went to war with Tutonia, and one of the kids +should order you to shoot on your own army?" asked Cleary. "It might be +embarrassing."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Page 317]</a></span>But the foreigner did not understand this either.</p> + +<p>"And to think that these Porsslanese dogs have received him with +laughter!" said he.</p> + +<p>At eleven o'clock on the same evening the Emperor was closeted with his +aged field-marshal, von Balderdash, in a handsomely furnished +sitting-room. A Turk's head had been set up in the middle of the room, +and His Majesty, dressed in the uniform of a cavalry general, was +engaged in making passes at it with a saber. He had already taken a ride +on horseback with his staff. The field-marshal stood wearily leaning +against the wall at the side of a desk piled up with papers.</p> + +<p>"We have avenged the death of our ambassador," Balderdash was saying. +"We have sent out five punitive expeditions in all. Our quarter of the +imperial city shows the power of arms more completely than any other. We +have set the highest standard, and our army is the admiration of all."</p> + +<p>The count watched the face of his master as he spoke, but there was no +sign of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Page 318]</a></span> satisfaction in it. The Emperor was out of humor.</p> + +<p>"We have not done enough," he said. "If we had, those pagans would not +have ventured to laugh—yes, actually to laugh—in our imperial +presence. Balderdash, you have not done your duty. I shall take command +myself at once. We must have a real punitive expedition, and not one of +your imitations. If they want war, let them have it."</p> + +<p>"We can not have war, Your Majesty, without an enemy, and we can find no +enemy. All their armed men are killed or have fled, and the rest of the +population run away from us as soon as we appear."</p> + +<p>"Count," said the Emperor sternly, "do you remember your oath to our +person? Do you know your duties as a field-marshal?"</p> + +<p>"I think so, Your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Is it not your duty to provide every requisite for war at my command?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Then I depend upon you to provide an enemy. What military requisite is +more im<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Page 319]</a></span>portant? Remember the fate of Fismark, and do your duty. We must +have a war. That is what I have come here for, and I do not propose to +be disappointed. We must have a punitive expedition at once. What are my +engagements for to-morrow?"</p> + +<p>"Your Majesty's mustache artist is coming at 5:30," replied the count, +looking at a memorandum. "Breakfast at 6—inspection of infantry at +6:30—naval maneuvres at 8—reception of our officers at +10:30—reception of foreign officers at 11:30—reception of civilians at +12—luncheon at 12:30—photographer from 1 to 3. We have made no +appointments after 3, Your Majesty."</p> + +<p>"Then put down the punitive expedition for 3:15," said the war lord, +twisting his mustache in front of his eyes. "I propose to have this +whole nation kow-tow before me in unison before I leave their miserable +land. Take the necessary measures at once for the ceremony. Now I am +going to call out the whole garrison and see if they are kept in +readiness. You may go, and send me an aide-de-camp. You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Page 320]</a></span> understand that +you must find me an enemy on whom I can wreak vengeance for all these +wrongs."</p> + +<p>"I understand, Your Majesty," said the count, bending low before him. "I +accept this Gospel of Your Majesty's most blessed Person," and he took +his leave.</p> + +<p>The expedition did not start promptly at 3:15, for unexpected +complications arose. The other powers wanted to send out punitive +expeditions too, and they sought to have it established that the +Porsslanese laugh was directed against all the fleets as well as against +the Emperor. A judicious distribution of decorations persuaded all the +armies to drop this pretension except the Anglian, and it was finally +arranged that the Tutonian and Anglian armies should cooperate and take +the field together under the Emperor's immediate command. A week had +elapsed before this force was prepared, but it finally started out, +General Fawlorn commanding the Anglian contingent.</p> + +<p>Sam, who was still only convalescent and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Page 321]</a></span> who had been assigned some +duties connected with forwarding despatches which left him a great deal +of leisure, looked with envious eyes upon the departing host. He had +never seen anything like the magnificence of the uniforms of the +Emperor's staff. He envied them their gilt and stars, and he envied them +the prospect of winning the great battles which Balderdash had promised +them. They marched at once upon a fortified town in which a large force +of Fencers were reported to be established. They besieged it for six +days according to all the rules of the Tutonian manual, and finally +entered it with great precautions, and found it absolutely empty. At one +village a regiment of Anglian Asiatics cut to pieces a hundred natives +who were alleged to be Fencers, but it transpired afterward that none of +them were armed. Balderdash was frightened half to death, expecting his +imperial master to protest against the lack of opposition, but, strange +to say, he took it very well and delivered orations on all occasions +extolling the prowess of his troops in putting to flight the hordes of +a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Page 322]</a></span> vast empire. This campaign lasted a month, and the expedition finally +returned to the port and was received with all the marks of glory that +Tutonian officialism could command. The Emperor at once cabled to +several kings and all his relations that Providence had graciously +preserved him in the midst of great dangers and brought his enterprise +to a successful termination.</p> + +<p>"They may be great soldiers," said Cleary one day to Sam, "but they +don't understand the newspaper business. The Emperor has a natural +talent for advertising, but it hasn't been properly cultivated. They +oughtn't to have let it leak out that there wasn't even a battle. Why, +Taffy says he could go from one end of the Empire to the other with a +squadron of cavalry! As for me, I shouldn't mind trying it without the +cavalry. When they did kill any people, it was like killing pheasants at +one of his famous battues. I wonder he wasn't photographed in the middle +of a pile of them, the way he is when he goes shooting at home. Perhaps +he'll get up some sport here<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Page 323]</a></span> in a big hen-coop. I'll suggest it to +Balderdash."</p> + +<p>Sam refused to think ill of the great war-lord, and embraced every +opportunity to see him. He had been formally presented to him at a +reception of officers, but there was a crowd present, and Sam did not +expect him to recognize him again. On one occasion Sam happened to be +standing in the street when the Emperor, accompanied by some of his +officers, came past on foot. Sam stood on one side and saluted. To his +surprise the Emperor stopped and beckoned to him. Sam came forward, +bowing, blushing, and stammering.</p> + +<p>"I am glad to see an officer of your country here, General," said His +Majesty. "May I ask your name? Ah, Jinks! I have heard your name before. +What do you think of expansion, General?"</p> + +<p>"I beg Your Majesty's pardon," said Sam, "but I do not think. I obey +orders."</p> + +<p>The Emperor gave an exclamation of surprise and delight.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Page 324]</a></span>"Hear that, gentlemen," said he in his own language, turning to his +officers. "He does not think; he obeys orders! There is a model for you. +There is a motto for you to learn. God has given you an Emperor to think +for you. Our friend here, with only a President to fall back on, has +perceived the truth that a soldier must not think. He thinks at his +peril. General," he added in English, "you have given my army a lesson +to-day which they will never forget. It will give me pleasure to +decorate you with the Green Cockatoo, third class."</p> + +<p>Sam began to stammer something.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page324" id="page324"></a><img src="images/page324.png" title="page324" alt="page324" height="663" width="400" /></p> + +<h4>THE PERFECT SOLDIER</h4> +<h6>"THE EMPEROR GAVE AN EXCLAMATION OF SURPRISE AND DELIGHT"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I remember. Your Government does not allow you to receive it. +If that restriction is ever removed, let me be informed," and the +Emperor passed on, while Sam determined to write to his uncle and have +this miserable civilian law changed. It so happened that there was a +great dearth of news at this time, and Cleary made the most of this +episode. It did almost as much to make General Jinks famous as anything +that he had done<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Page 325]</a></span> before, and he was widely advertised at home as the +officer who had astounded the Emperor by his wisdom and given a lesson +to the finest army in the world.</p> + + + +<p>"Sam, your luck never gives out," said Cleary. "They'll make you a +major-general, I expect, now."</p> + +<p>"I should rather like to have the thanks of Congress," answered Sam, as +if that were a mere bagatelle. This conversation occurred in a +restaurant. A young officer was sitting alone at the next table, and he +gave his order to the waiter in a high, penetrating voice.</p> + +<p>"Bless my soul! if that isn't Clark," cried Cleary. "See, he's a second +lieutenant still. Let's ask him over to our table."</p> + +<p>"Go ahead," said Sam, "but don't say anything about East Point."</p> + +<p>Cleary invited him over as a fellow countryman, and the three men dined +together, never once saying anything to denote that they had met before. +Whether Clark noticed that Cleary was rather persistent in offering him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Page 326]</a></span> +the red pepper for every course, it was impossible to determine.</p> + +<p>It was generally supposed that the Emperor had done all that could be +done in Porsslania, but those who believed this, knew little of the +resources of the first soldier of Christendom. Even Count von Balderdash +was ignorant of the card which his master had determined to play in view +of all mankind.</p> + +<p>"Balderdash," said he one night, as the poor count sat trying to repress +his yawns and longing for bed,—"Balderdash, we have shown the heathen +here what we can do. We have exacted vengeance from them. Now I wish to +show to the civilized world, and especially to their armies here, that +we have the best army, the best discipline, the greatest power on earth, +and the bravest Christians in our ranks. I have not told you yet what I +propose to do, but the time has come to go ahead with it. In our vessel, +the <i>Eagle</i>, which we brought with us, there are confined thirty persons +convicted at home of the frightful crime of lese-majesty, a crime which +shows that the criminal<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Page 327]</a></span> is atheistic, anarchistic, and unfit to live. I +had them selected among those who have near relations here in the army. +They all have either sons, brothers, or fathers enlisted here. Of course +at home our wretched parliamentary system would make it inadvisable to +have them executed. Here there is no such difficulty. You have often +heard me at the annual swearing in of recruits tell them that they are +now my children and must do what I say, even if I should order them to +shoot down their own parents. I wish to show the world that this is so, +and that my soldiers believe it and will act upon it. Such an army will +inspire terror indeed. Most of the prisoners are men, but I have +included among them two or three of the most abandoned women, who have +been imprisoned for criticizing my sacred person. You approve of my +plan?"</p> + +<p>"I approve of all that Your Majesty ever suggests."</p> + +<p>"Of course it makes no difference whether you do or not, but I wish you +to have the prisoners brought ashore. You must seek out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Page 328]</a></span> their relatives +among the troops, but do not let them know why. Then fix the execution +for some day next week, and have a general parade of all the troops on +that occasion."</p> + +<p>The Emperor's secret was well kept, and, except that a special parade +was to be held, no one knew what the object was. A glittering array of +soldiers met the war-lord's eyes when he entered the public square where +the army was drawn up. In pursuance of his orders the enlisted men who +were related to the prisoners were alined in front of the center with a +captain in command of them. The Emperor directed his horse to the spot +and addressed the whole army, applying his remarks particularly, +however, to the detail immediately before him.</p> + +<p>"My children," said he, "when you took the oath of allegiance as my +soldiers you became members of my family, and it became your solemn duty +to do my bidding, whatever that bidding might be. My word became for you +the Word of God. You gave your consciences into my keeping, knowing that +God<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Page 329]</a></span> had commissioned me to relieve you of that responsibility. From +that moment it was your aim to become perfect soldiers, with your minds +and consciences deposited in my hands for safe-keeping. From that day +forth you no longer had minds nor consciences—your whole duty was +summed up in the obligation to obey orders. That is the soldier's only +duty. And I know, my children, that you are perfect soldiers and that +you stand ever ready to do that duty. Soldiers in other armies may +occasionally forget their calling and indulge in the forbidden fruits of +reason and conscience, but the Tutonian soldier never! We all know this. +For us no proof is necessary. But I wish to demonstrate the fact to the +world. I have brought over with me across the sea certain of your +relations who have been guilty of the unparalleled crime of +lese-majesty. I have determined that they deserve death, and that you +shall carry out the execution. I have so arranged it that each of the +condemned shall be shot by his nearest relation, be it father, son, or +brother. You will show the world that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Page 330]</a></span> you are ready, nay, proud to +carry out these my commands. I congratulate you on being selected for +this noble and patriotic task. You are now before the footlights at the +center of the world's stage. Remember that the eyes of all mankind are +upon you and that you are my children. Field-marshal, carry out my +orders!"</p> + +<p>Count von Balderdash gave some orders in an undertone; the troops opened +on the left, and disclosed a row of prisoners, including several women, +standing bound and blindfolded against a wall, each one at a distance of +several yards from his neighbor. The captain ordered the detail into +position, gave the necessary orders to load, aim, and fire, and the +condemned men and women fell to the ground, each one pierced by the +bullet of his or her near relation.</p> + +<p>The great concourse, composed largely of soldiers of the various foreign +armies (for most of them had now been withdrawn from the Capital and +Gin-Sin), looked on with wonder at this spectacle. Sam, who was +standing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Page 331]</a></span> with the inventor Cope, scanned the faces of the executioners +with care, and was unable to detect the slightest sign of emotion in +them. They had not been prepared in the least for the ordeal; they did +not even know that their relations had been brought from home, and yet +they did their duty as soldiers without changing the stolid expression +of their faces.</p> + +<p>"Wonderful, wonderful!" he said to Cope. "These are indeed perfect +soldiers. Why, they move like clockwork, like marvelous machines. And +what a remarkable man the Emperor is—without question the first soldier +of his time and of all time. Was there ever anything like it?"</p> + +<p>"Never," answered the inventor.</p> + +<p>Sam walked back to his lodgings alone. He wished to think, and purposely +avoided company. He did not notice the soldiers in the streets, nor the +natives in their round, pointed straw hats. He ran into a man carrying +water in two buckets hung from the ends of a pole balanced on his +shoulders, and nearly upset his load. He started back and collided with +a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Page 332]</a></span> native woman with a baby tied to her back. When he reached his house, +he sat down in an easy-chair in his bedroom and thought and thought and +thought. For some hours his mind was filled with unmixed admiration for +the Emperor and his army. He felt like an artist who had just seen a new +masterpiece that surpassed all the achievements of the ages, or a +musician who had listened to a new symphony that summed up and +transcended all that had ever gone before. Again and again he pictured +to himself the great war-lord in his helmet and white plume, explaining +so eloquently and admirably the duties of a soldier, and then his +soldiers obeying his orders as if their service were a religion to them, +as indeed it was. It grew dark, but Sam did not heed the darkness. +Dinner-time came and went, but he was in a region far above such vulgar +bodily needs.</p> + +<p>"Oh, if we only had an emperor," he thought,—"and such an emperor! Why +was I not born a Tutonian?"</p> + +<p>This was an unpatriotic thought, and Sam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Page 333]</a></span> was ashamed of it. Yet it was +true, he would gladly have found himself one of His Majesty's subjects +and a member of his incomparable army. Then he recalled his memorable +interview with the Emperor, and rejoiced in the remembrance that he had +deserved and received his commendation. He tried to imagine how it would +feel to be one of his officers, or even one of his privates. If he had +been selected as one of the squad to show the perfection of their +discipline, how gladly he would have taken his place in line with the +rest! He would have obeyed without flinching, he was sure of it. He put +himself in the place of one of the squad. He is ordered to take his +position opposite one of the condemned. He looks and sees that it is his +Uncle George. Would he obey the order to shoot? Most certainly. The +musket goes off and his uncle falls. He goes through the list of his +friends and relations. He does not quite like to shoot the girls, but he +does it. It is his duty. His commander-in-chief, who represents his +Creator, has ordered it. He can rely implicitly on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Page 334]</a></span> his wisdom. Then he +thinks of Cleary. Yes, he would shoot Cleary down without hesitation. +And then comes the turn of his father and mother. He has no trouble with +the former, for he is sure that his father as a man must understand his +feelings, and he sees a smile of approval on his face as he, too, falls +prostrate. With his mother it is more difficult. There had not been much +sympathy between them in recent years, yet he recalled his early boyhood +on the farm, and it went against him to aim his piece at her. But after +all it was his duty, and with an inaudible sigh he pulled the trigger. +It was done. No one could have noticed his reluctance. It was quite +likely that some of the soldiers that afternoon felt as much compunction +as that. But as Sam went over all this long list of tests and passed +them successfully, he felt, almost unconsciously, that he was coming to +a precipice. His sense of happiness had left him, and he began to dread +the end of his cogitations. There was a trial in store that he was +afraid of facing. In order to postpone it he went over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Page 335]</a></span> all his friends +and relations again, and added mere acquaintances to the list. He busied +himself in this way for an hour or two, but at last the final question +forced itself upon him and insisted upon an answer. Would he be willing +to shoot Marian under orders? It was with misgivings that he began to +imagine this episode. As before, he marched to his place and lifted his +rifle to aim. He sees before him the figure which had been haunting his +dreams ever since he left East Point. She is bound; a handkerchief is +tied over her eyes, but he sees the mouth and longs to kiss it. He has a +strong impulse to run forward and throw his arms around her. The command +"Fire!" is given, but—he does not shoot. He can not. He has disobeyed +orders! He, the man whose one aim in life has been to become a perfect +soldier, who only just now was considering himself fit to be a soldier +of the war-lord, had disobeyed orders; he had shown himself a mutineer, +a deserter, a traitor; he had lost his patriotism and loyalty; he had +dishonored the flag; he had trampled under foot all the gods<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Page 336]</a></span> that he +had worshiped now for many years. He had flatly broken the only code of +morals that he knew—he was a coward, a hypocrite, a mere civilian, +masquerading in the uniform of an officer! Sam buried his face in his +hands and the tears trickled down through his fingers. Then he sprang up +and walked to and fro for a long time. At last he took Marian's +photograph from his pocket and put it on his dressing-table. He must be +a man. He must hold true to his faith. He screwed up his courage and +went through the forms of the afternoon in his room dimly lighted by +lanterns in the street. He stood up in the line before the Emperor, and +again listened to his inspiring speech. Now he felt sure that he would +not fail. He placed himself opposite the photograph when the order was +given. He raised an imaginary gun and aimed with assurance—but just +then his eye fell upon the face which he could barely distinguish. He +saw Marian again as she had been when he bade her farewell. True, she +was as much a believer in the military scheme of life as he was, but he +knew<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Page 337]</a></span> by instinct that she would draw the line somewhere. She was not +created to be a martyr to her faith. The order "Fire!" came, but Sam, +instead of obeying, threw down his musket and ran forward, seized the +photograph and kissed it. He looked up, half expecting to see a crowd of +spectators eying him with derision. He cast himself upon his bed with +his clothes on and tossed about for a long time, until at last sleep +came to his relief.</p> + +<p>When he awoke in the morning the sun had long been up. In the first +moments of waking and before he opened his eyes, he could not recall +what it was that was troubling him. Suddenly the whole situation came +back to him, tenfold clearer than before. He saw at once beyond all +possibility of contradiction that he could not shoot Marian, no matter +who ordered him to do it; that for him the ideal of a perfect soldier +was altogether unattainable, and that he was obliged to admit to himself +that his entire life was a failure. The public might praise and acclaim +him, but he was essentially a fraud and could never secure his own +approval.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Page 338]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> + +<h1>Home Again</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_14.png" alt="chap_14" height="530" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 402px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 404px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 406px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 414px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 416px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 418px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 422px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 426px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 428px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 432px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 432px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 428px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 426px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 422px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 420px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 418px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 416px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 414px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 406px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 404px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 402px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /> + +HEN Sam got up and began to undress to take his bath, his head swam so +that he was obliged to lie down again. He tried again two or three +times, but always with the same result, and finally he rang for a +servant and sent for an army surgeon. The doctor came at once, took his +temperature with a thermometer, and, after examining him, pronounced<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Page 339]</a></span> +that he had a bad attack of fever, probably typhoid. He advised him to +go to the hospital, and before noon Sam found himself comfortably +installed in a hospital bed, screened off by a movable partition from a +ward of fever patients. The doctor's surmise proved to be correct, and +for weeks he was dangerously ill, much of the time being delirious. He +suffered once or twice also from relapses, and showed very little +recuperative force when the fever finally left him. Meanwhile he was +very low-spirited. The idea preyed upon his mind that he was no soldier +and could never be one, and he felt that the resulting depression had a +great deal to do with his protracted illness. Cleary was assiduous in +his attentions, but, intimate as they were, Sam could never bring +himself to confess his culpable weakness to him. As he became +convalescent he had other visitors, and among them Mr. Cope, the +inventor of explosives and artillery.</p> + +</div> + +<p>"I am at work at a great invention which I shall owe partly to you and +partly to the Emperor," said he on one occasion. "Do you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Page 340]</a></span> remember that +at that execution the Emperor said that the perfect soldier has no +conscience or reason?" Sam winced. "And then you called my attention to +the fact that the men performed their part like machines. That set me +thinking. I am always on the lookout for suggestions, and there was one +ready-made. Do you see? Why shouldn't a machine be made to take the +place of a soldier? A great idea, isn't it? Now you see we've already +done something in that line. A torpedo is simply an iron soldier that +swims under water and needs no breath, and does as he is told. Think how +absurd it is in battle to have a field-battery come up under fire at a +gallop! They swing round, unlimber, load, and fire, then harness again, +swing round again, and off they are. Meanwhile perhaps half the men and +horses have been killed. Wouldn't it be better to have the whole battery +a machine, instead of only the guns? The general could stay behind out +of range, as he does to-day, and direct the whole thing with an electric +battery and a telescope. It is not<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Page 341]</a></span> a difficult matter when you once +accept the principle, and the principle can be extended to cavalry and +infantry just as well. It will be a great thing for the nations that are +best at mechanics, and that means you and us."</p> + +<p>"I don't see," said Sam, "how you can get on without the courage of +brave men."</p> + +<p>"Courage! Why, what is more courageous than a piece of steel? It +wouldn't be easy to frighten it. And it is just so with all soldierly +qualities. Do you want obedience? What is more obedient than a machine? +I suppose you admit that a human soldier may disobey orders sometimes."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps," said Sam, blushing uneasily.</p> + +<p>"You may be sure that a steel soldier won't unless he is disabled, and a +human soldier may be disabled too. Then the Emperor said a soldier +should not reason. There's no danger of a steel soldier trying that.</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +"'Theirs not to reason why.<br /> +Theirs but to do and die.'<br /> +</div> + +<p>"Why, the Light Brigade at Balaklava won't be in it with them. And it's +just the same with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Page 342]</a></span> regard to conscience. A piece of steel has no +conscience. What we want is a machine soldier. A soldier must be +obedient, and he must be without fear, conscience, or a mind of his own. +In all these respects a machine can surpass a man. Why, you yourself, in +praising those Tutonian soldiers, said that they went like clockwork. +That's the highest military praise possible."</p> + +<p>Sam was much disturbed by this conversation. Mr. Cope went on to tell +how his Government had spent £23,000 to fire a single shot and test one +of his new projectiles, but Sam was not interested. Then the inventor +began to rally him about the lack of interest of soldiers in the +inventions which they used.</p> + +<p>"If you had had to depend on yourselves for inventions," he said, "you +would still be fighting with cross-bows, or perhaps more likely with +your teeth and finger-nails. No soldier ever invented anything. We +inventors are the real military men."</p> + +<p>At last Sam's unconscious tormentor took his departure, and the invalid +rang for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Page 343]</a></span> hospital orderly so that he might tell him not to let him +in again. To his surprise a new orderly appeared, a negro whose face was +strangely familiar.</p> + +<p>"What is it, sah?" he said.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Mose?" cried Sam. "Why, it's almost as good as being at +home again."</p> + +<p>"Bress my soul, Massa Jinks—I mean General, have you been a-hurtin' +yourself again?" and the man chuckled to himself till his whole body +shook. Under Mose's care Sam made more rapid progress and soon was able +to go out in a sedan-chair, borne by three men, like a mandarin. The +winter passed away and spring was about to set in. There was no prospect +of active service in Porsslania, the Powers being unable to agree upon +any policy. The Emperor had already gone home, and the various armies +were much reduced in strength. Cleary had been ordered to return by his +newspaper, and had taken passage in a passenger steamer for the first of +May.</p> + +<p>"Why can't you come with me?" he said to Sam. "You're entitled to a +leave of absence,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Page 344]</a></span> and when you get to Whoppington you can apply for +some other berth."</p> + +<p>Sam followed this wise advice and obtained a furlough of three months, +and on the day fixed for sailing they embarked for home.</p> + +<p>Sam was still an invalid, but the voyage did him a great deal of good, +and before they had been a week at sea he began to look quite like his +old self. There were few passengers who interested him, but he became +acquainted with one man of note, a Porsslanese literatus, who was +attached to the legation at Whoppington, and sat on the other side of +the captain of the steamer at meals. This gentleman, who bore the name +of Chung Tu, was greatly interested in military matters and listened to +Sam's accounts by the hour. The night before their arrival at St. Kisco, +the regular dinner was, as usual, converted into a banquet, and a band +was improvised for the occasion. At the close of dinner the martial +hymns of all nations were played, ending with "Yankee Doodle." It was +impossible to resist the impulse to laugh as this national jig brought +up the rear, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Page 345]</a></span> Sam was much displeased that the foreigners on board, +and there were many, should have laughed at his country. When he went up +on deck he found Cleary conversing with Chung Tu, and he placed his +steamer-chair beside theirs and joined the conversation.</p> + +<p>"It's a great pity," said he, "that we have such a national air as +'Yankee Doodle.' It holds us up to ridicule."</p> + +<p>"Do you think so?" answered Chung Tu, who spoke English perfectly. "That +depends upon the point of view. You see you take the military point of +view. We Porsslanese are not a military nation. We do not think much of +armies. We do not try to spread our territory by force, and we never +encroach on our neighbors' land, altho we are really overcrowded. +Perhaps that is the reason people dislike us. We are not much of an +empire either. We have very little central authority, and only a handful +of officials. We have free speech, and even the Emperor can be freely +criticized without fear. We have no conscription, and no one need carry +a passport, as they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Page 346]</a></span> have to in some countries. We are almost a +democracy. We have no exclusive hereditary rank. Any one may become a +mandarin if he learns enough to deserve it. We only wanted to be left +alone without armies, and we did not want to buy guns and ships. That is +all. We are almost a democracy, and that is the reason that I have +always studied your history with care. I have studied your state papers +and your hymns. I have made a special study of them, and I have come to +the opposite conclusion from you as to 'Yankee Doodle.' It seems to me +to be the work of a great poet and prophet."</p> + +<p>"What do you mean?" asked Sam.</p> + +<p>"Let us consider it seriously," said Chung Tu. "Have you a copy of it?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Sam, laughing.</p> + +<p>"Then please repeat it for us, and I will write it down."</p> + +<p>Sam began to recite, but he found it difficult to keep his face +straight:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +<p>"'Yankee Doodle went to town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Riding on a pony.</span><br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Page 347]</a></span> +He stuck a feather in his crown<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And called him macaroni.'"</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>"That is not like my version," said the attaché, pulling a piece of +paper from the pocket of his silk jacket. "Here is mine," and he read it +solemnly and with emphasis:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +<p> +"'Yankee Doodle came to town,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-riding on a pony.</span><br /> +He stuck a feather in his cap<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And called it macaroni.'</span><br /></p> +</div> + +<p>"Which reading is correct?" he asked of Cleary.</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know," said Cleary, laughing.</p> + +<p>"How careless you are of your country's literature! In Porsslania we +would carefully guard the sayings of our ancestors and preserve them +from alteration. You have what you call the 'higher criticism.' You +should direct it to the correction of this most important poem. I have +studied the matter as carefully and accurately as a foreigner can, and I +am satisfied that my version is the most authentic. Come now, let us +study it. Take the first two lines:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Page 348]</a></span> +"'Yankee Doodle came to town<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A-riding on a pony.'</span></p> +</div> + +<p>"There is nothing difficult in that. You may say that the name is a +strange one, and I admit that 'Doodle' is a curious surname, but 'Yang +Kee' is a perfectly reasonable one from a Porsslanese point of view, and +leads me to suppose that the wisdom contained in this poem came +originally from our wise men. Perhaps the name is put there as an +indication of the fact. However, let us accept the name. The hero came +to town riding on a pony. That was a very sensible thing to do. Remember +that those lines were written long before the discovery of railways or +tram-cars or bicycles or automobiles. You may say that he might have +taken a carriage or one of your buggies, but you forget that the roads +were exceedingly bad in those days, as bad as our roads near the +Imperial City, and it would have been dangerous perhaps to attempt the +journey in a vehicle of any kind. In riding to town on a pony, then, he +was acting like a ra<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Page 349]</a></span>tional man. But let us read the rest of the verse:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 15em;"> +<p>"'He stuck a feather in his cap<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And called it macaroni.'</span></p> +</div> + +<p>"For some reason or other which is not revealed, he puts a feather in his +cap, and immediately he begins to act irrationally and to use language +so absurd that the reading itself has become doubtful. What is the +meaning of this? A man whose conduct has always been reasonable and +unexceptionable, suddenly adopts the language of a lunatic. What does it +mean? You have sung this verse for a century and more, and you have +never taken the trouble to seek for the meaning."</p> + +<p>Sam and Cleary did not attempt to defend their neglect.</p> + +<p>"It is clear to me," proceeded the philosopher, "it is very clear to me +that it is an allegory. What is the feather which he puts in his cap? It +is the most conspicuous feature of the military uniform, the plume, the +pompon, which marks all kinds of military dress-hats. When he speaks of +his hero as having assumed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Page 350]</a></span> the feather, he means that he has donned the +uniform of a soldier. He has come to town, in other words, to enlist. +Then behold the transformation! He begins at once to act irrationally. +The whole epic paints in never-fading colors the disastrous effect upon +the intellect of putting on soldier-clothes. You will pardon me, my +friends, if I speak thus plainly, but I must open to you the hidden +wisdom of your own country."</p> + +<p>Sam smiled. The idea of taking offense at any nonsense which an ignorant +pagan should say was quite beneath him.</p> + +<p>"But that is not all. The style of the language and of the music is most +noteworthy. It is highly comical, and its object evidently is to provoke +a laugh, and at dinner this evening we saw that its object was attained. +All the other martial hymns to which we listened were grave, ponderous +compositions from which the element of humor was rigidly excluded. It +was left for the author of 'Yang Kee' to uncover the ludicrous character +of militarism—he has virtually committed your<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Page 351]</a></span> nation to it. He was a +genius of marvelous insight. He saw clearly then what but few of your +fellow citizens are even now aware of, that there is nothing more +comical than a soldier. I am convinced that he was a Porsslanese who had +the good fortune to sow in your literature the seed of truth. You think +that as a nation you have a sense of humor. I have studied your humorous +literature. You laugh at mothers-in-law and messenger-boys and domestic +servants, and many other objects which are altogether serious and have +no element of humor in them, and at the same time you are blind to the +most absurd of spectacles, the man who dresses up in feathers and gold +lace and thinks it is honorable to do nothing for years but wait for a +pretext to kill somebody," and Chung Tu leaned back in his chair and +smiled.</p> + +<p>"It is we who have the sense of humor," he added. "When our common +people laughed at the Emperor in his uniforms, they showed the same +sound sense that appears in 'Yang Kee.' I thank you, my dear friends, +for lis<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Page 352]</a></span>tening to me so kindly and without anger, but I hope to preach +these ideas to your people, and as I take my text from your national +hymn, they must listen to me. Then there is another common expression +among you which shows, as so many proverbs do, the fundamental truth. +When a story is incredible you say 'Tell that to the marines,' +signifying that only a marine would be stupid enough to believe it. Now +what is a marine? As the Anglian poet says, he is 'soldier and sailor +too,' in other words, he epitomizes the army and navy. It is the +military man who is foolish enough to believe anything and who keeps +alive the most absurd superstitions and customs. The ancient Greeks cast +a side-light on this truth, for their word for private soldier was +'idiot.' And on account of this strange stupidity of soldiers, things +that would be disgraceful in private life become glorious in war. Their +one virtue is obedience, unqualified by any of the balancing virtues, +and they wear liveries to show that they are servile. And then the +foolish things they try to do! You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Page 353]</a></span> are familiar with the Peace +Conference—generals and admirals spending weeks in uniform with swords +at their sides to determine how to stop fighting, as if there were +anything to do but to stop! I believe they had the grace to turn the war +pictures in the conference room to the wall. But fancy sending butchers +to a conference in the interests of vegetarianism! Of course nothing was +done or could be done there. And the Emperor in his uniform, drunk with +militarism, wanted us—all our nation—wanted <i>me</i>—to kow-tow before +him as if he were a god! But he did not get what he wanted from us. His +own people may grovel before him, but we will not. Oh, these soldiers, +these soldiers! You look down on your hangmen and butchers. We look down +on our men-butchers, the soldiers, in the same way. We have soldiers +just as you have police, but it is a low calling with us, and most +people would be ashamed to have a soldier in the family. Pardon me, my +dear sirs. Perhaps I have spoken too plainly. I mean nothing personal, +but when I think of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Page 354]</a></span> these wars, I can not control my tongue. +Good-night."</p> + +<p>So saying, the attaché gathered up his robes and went below.</p> + +<p>"Queer chap," said Sam. "He must be crazy."</p> + +<p>"We've treated them rather badly, tho," said Cleary. "I'm glad Taffy +hasn't had any executions, but our minister and all the rest have been +insisting on executions of their big people, and no one talks of +executing any of ours, altho they have suffered ten times as much as we +have."</p> + +<p>"You forget how the affair began," said Sam. "Suppose the Porsslanese +had sent us missionaries to teach us their religion, and these +missionaries had gradually got possession of land and also some local +power of governing, and then we had ruthlessly murdered some of them and +they had seized all our ports for the purpose of benefiting us, do you +suppose that we would have risen like those miserable Fencers and +massacred anybody? It is inconceivable. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Page 355]</a></span> have the strangest +aversion to foreigners too."</p> + +<p>"Some of them haven't," said Cleary. "Chung Tu is a friendly old soul, +if he is cracked. He says he believes the Powers have been turned loose +on his country to punish them for having invented gunpowder. He laughs +at Cope's inventions. He says his people set the fashion, and then +wisely stopped when they found that such inventions did more harm than +good. I think they have a right to complain of us. Why, there's one of +our soldiers in the steerage with seventeen of their pigtails with the +scalps still fastened to them as trophies! Old Chung says our ribbons +and decorations are the equivalent of the scalps dangling at a savage's +belt. I didn't tell him we had the genuine article. But, come, you had +better turn in. You'll have a hard day to-morrow. I've advertised your +coming for all I was worth, and if they don't give you a send-off at St. +Kisco, it isn't my fault. I'm glad you're well enough to stand it."</p> + +<p>"I'm not as well as I look," said Sam. "I've<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Page 356]</a></span> lost all my nerve. I'm +even worrying a little about all my loot in those cases in the hold. It +sometimes seems that I oughtn't to have taken it."</p> + +<p>"What!" cried Cleary. "Well, you are getting squeamish! After all the +fellows you've killed or had killed, I shouldn't mind an ornament or +two."</p> + +<p>"Killing is a soldier's main business," said Sam. "Oh, well, I suppose +looting is, too. I won't think anything more about it. Good-night."</p> + +<p>While Sam and his friend were conversing on deck, another conversation +which was to have a portentous effect upon the former's destiny was +taking place in the upper corridor of the Peckham Young Ladies' Seminary +at St. Kisco.</p> + +<p>"He's perfectly lovely," said a young lady, standing barefoot before her +door in her night-dress to a group of young ladies similarly attired. +"I've got his photograph. And I'm not just going to stand still and see +him pass. It's all very well to have the school drawn up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Page 357]</a></span> in line on the +wharf—that's better than nothing—but I want something more, and I'm +going to have it."</p> + +<p>"What will you do, Sally?" they all cried.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to kiss him—there!" said she.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Sally!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, I will too."</p> + +<p>"I believe she will if she says so," said one of the girls. "She won't +stop at anything. Well, Sally Watson, if you kiss him, I will to."</p> + +<p>"And I!" "And I!" exclaimed the others; but at that moment a step was +heard on the stairs, and the Peckham young ladies sought their beds and +pretended very hard to be asleep, altho their hearts were thumping +against their ribs at the mere thought of their daring resolution.</p> + +<p>It was at ten o'clock the next morning that the steamer came alongside +the wharf. The city was in gala dress and flags waved everywhere. The +day was observed almost as a holiday, and many schools permitted their +pupils to take part in the procession which awaited the arrival of +Captain Jinks, as Sam<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Page 358]</a></span> was now commonly known in his native land. A +reception was arranged for him at the City Hall, and the Mayor came down +to the steamer in a carriage with four horses to escort him thither. +>From the deck Sam could see a banner stretched across the street, on +which was an inscription to the "Hero of San Diego, the Subduer of the +Moritos, the Capturer of Gomaldo, the Conqueror of the Great White +Temple, and the Friend and Instructor of the Emperor." A few months +before, Sam would have enjoyed this display without alloy, but now his +health was really shattered, and in the bottom of his heart he felt that +he was unworthy of it all, for he was not the perfect soldier he had +believed he was, and under his uniform beat the heart of a vulgar +civilian. His military instincts had their limit; his obedience could +only be relied upon under certain circumstances. He was a mere amateur, +and had no claim to rank as a military hero at all.</p> + +<p>A swarm of reporters settled down upon General Jinks as soon as they +could get on board, insisting upon having his opinion as to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Page 359]</a></span> the growth +of the city since he had seen it, the superiority of its climate to that +of any part of the world, and the beauty of its women. Sam answered all +these questions satisfactorily, and surrendered himself to the committee +of citizens who had come on deck to welcome him. His luggage was passed +without delay by the Custom House officials, and he was conducted down +the wharf toward the carriage which awaited him. With true chivalry +young ladies' schools had been given the best positions on the wharf, +and Sam soon found himself passing through a double row of pretty girls. +He could hear such remarks as this:</p> + +<p>"Isn't he good-looking!"</p> + +<p>"What a lovely uniform!"</p> + +<p>"Hasn't he got a fascinating limp!"</p> + +<p>"How pale he is!"</p> + +<p>"He does look just like a hero."</p> + +<p>Sam flushed slightly at these comments, but suddenly, before he had time +to collect his thoughts, a slight form sprang forward from the left and +an inviting face presented itself to his, and with the words, "May I, +please?"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Page 360]</a></span> a hearty kiss was planted on his lips. Sam had no time to +decline, if he had wished to. A murmur of surprise and delight arose +from the crowd, and in another moment another damsel rushed upon him, +and then another and another. Before long he was the center of a throng +of elbowing young ladies of all kinds, fair, plain, and indifferent, all +bent upon giving him a kiss. Sam had indeed lost his nerve; for the +first time in his life he capitulated absolutely and let the attacking +party work its sweet will. It was with great difficulty that he was +rescued by the reception committee and finally seated next to the Mayor +in the landau.</p> + +<p>"What a lot of cab-drivers you have there on the wharf!" said Sam to the +Mayor, after their first greetings. "I never saw so many. Hear them +crying out to the passengers coming ashore!"</p> + +<p>"They're not cab-drivers," he answered. "They're pension agents. They're +not crying 'Want a cab?' but 'Want a pension?'"</p> + +<p>"So they are," said Sam. "What is that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Page 361]</a></span> tune the young ladies are +beginning to sing?"</p> + +<p>"Don't you know?" said the Mayor, laughing. "It's 'Captain Jinks.' +You'll know it well enough before you are here long. Listen."</p> + +<p>Sam listened and heard sung for the first time lines that were to be +imprinted upon his tympanum until they became a torture:</p> + +<div style="margin-left: 10em;"> +<p>"I'm Captain Jinks of the Cubapines,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The pink of human war-machines,</span><br /> +Who teaches emperors, kings, and queens<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The way to run an army."</span></p> +</div> + +<p>The news of the kissing reached the City Hall before the procession, and +when he alighted there Sam had to kiss an immense number of women who +were determined not to be outdone by their sisters at the wharf, while +the whole crowd sang "Captain Jinks" in a frenzy of enthusiasm. The +reception accorded to Sam at St. Kisco was so elaborate, and the +arrangements made to do him honor were so extended, that he was obliged +to stay there for several days. Meanwhile the news<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Page 362]</a></span> of his arrival and +of his gallantry in kissing his countrywomen, young and old, spread all +over the land and took hold of the popular imagination. Invitations to +visit various cities on his way across the Continent began to come in, +and everywhere Sam was acclaimed as the hero and idol of the people.</p> + +<p>"It's great, it's great, old man!" cried Cleary. "Why, that kissing +business is worth a dozen victories! The people here say that no general +or admiral has had such a send-off in St. Kisco. Look at to-day's +papers! Thirteen places have petitioned to have their post-offices named +after you. There will be Jinksvilles and Jinkstowns everywhere, and one +is called Samjinks. Then they're naming their babies after you like +wildfire. Samuela is becoming a common girl's name, and one chap has +called his girl Samjinksina. All the girls are practising the Jinks +limp, too. I saw one huge picture of you painted on the dead side of a +house. It was an ad. of the 'Captain Jinks 5-cent Cigar.' That's the +limit of a man's ambition, I should say. And now<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Page 363]</a></span> they're beginning to +nominate you for President. I'm going to try to work that up. I'm +sending a despatch to <i>The Lyre</i> this morning. If they take it up, we +can put it through. The Republicrats hold their convention at St. Lewis +next month, and they've been looking around for a military candidate, +and you're just the thing. Every woman in the country will be for you. +They won't dare to put up a candidate against you. You'll just have a +walk-over. That song, 'Captain Jinks,' will do it alone. Everybody is +singing it."</p> + +<p>"I thought I was too young," said Sam. "Isn't there an age limit?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it. They abolished that when they amended the Constitution +and made the President's term six years, and made him ineligible for +reelection."</p> + +<p>"I'd rather have a military position," said Sam. "I'd rather be general +of the army. But I've lost my nerve—I'm not well; and perhaps it's just +as well that I should take a civilian position."</p> + +<p>"Civilian position! Nonsense! The Presi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Page 364]</a></span>dent is commander-in-chief of +the army and navy, and the marines, too, for that matter."</p> + +<p>"But he hasn't a uniform," said Sam sorrowfully. "And as for all this +kissing, I'm sick of it. It tires me to death, and I don't know what +Marian will think of it. I've written to explain that I can't help it, +but she will see the reports first in the papers and she may not like it +at all."</p> + +<p>"Oh, she's a sensible woman," said Cleary. "She will understand a +political and military necessity. She won't mind."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Page 365]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> + +<h1>Politics</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_15.png" alt="chap_15" height="408" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 368px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 371px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 376px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 383px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 387px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 391px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 398px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 422px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 424px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 422px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 418px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + + + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /> + +UT Marian did mind, and for once Cleary was mistaken. She was delighted +at the prominence which Sam had achieved, and saw him mentioned as a +candidate for President with pride and gratification, but she did not +see how that excused his promiscuous osculation of the female population +of the country, and she determined that it should cease. She wrote to +him frequently and decidedly on the subject, and he reported her +protests to Cleary, who absolutely refused to allow them.</p> + +<p>"It won't do," said he, as they discussed the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Page 366]</a></span> subject at a hotel in a +small city on their line of progress. "This kissing is your strong +point. <i>The Lyre</i> is backing you up on the strength of it. So is the +Benevolent Assimilation Trust, Limited. In every city and town the girls +have turned out, and you've captured them hands down. If you stop now it +will upset the whole business. The Convention delegates are coming out +for you by the dozen. Our committee is working it up so that it will be +nearly unanimous. There won't be another serious candidate, and I doubt +if they put anybody up against you when you're nominated. You're as good +as President now, but you must go on kissing. That's all there is of +it."</p> + +</div> + +<p>Sam wrote to Marian rehearsing these arguments, and he got Cleary to +write too, but the letters had no effect. At last he received a telegram +from her announcing her intention of meeting him at St. Lewis. She +reached that city before him and was present at the station when he +arrived, altho he did not know it, and from a good point of vantage she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Page 367]</a></span> +saw him kissing the young ladies of that city by wholesale to an +accompaniment of "Captain Jinks." It was more than she could stand, and +when she joined her <i>fiancé</i> at the hotel the meeting was very different +from the one he had so often pictured to himself. It was a stormy scene, +intermixed with tender episodes, but she gave it as her ultimatum that +the kissing must cease forthwith, and, in order to give a good reason +for it, she insisted that they be married at once. Sam was willing to +take this course, and Cleary was called into their counsels. At first he +bitterly opposed the project, but Marian's blandishments finally +succeeded, and she gained him as an ally. He was sent as an emissary to +the campaign committee and presented the case as strongly as he could +for her. The proposition really seemed most plausible. Could anything +help the chances of a candidate more than his marriage to a handsome +young woman? The committee had doubts on the subject and waited in +person on Miss Hunter, but she persuaded them as she had persuaded +Cleary, and furthermore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Page 368]</a></span> convinced them that whether they were persuaded +or not the marriage would take place. Marian determined to fix the hour +for the next day. She pledged the committee to secrecy, and no word of +the proposed wedding got into the papers. At noon a clergyman was called +into the hotel, and in Sam's private sitting-room the pair were married +with Cleary and a few of the members of the committee as witnesses. +Almost before the ceremony was over they could hear the newsboys crying +out the tidings of the event.</p> + +<p>"It's out of the question to talk about a wedding-tour," said Sam, after +the ceremony. "I can't walk in the streets alone without being mobbed, +and with Marian we could not keep the clothes on our backs. Just hear +them singing 'Captain Jinks' now!"</p> + +<p>"Mark my words, dear," said his wife. "You will see when we get the +papers to-morrow with the news of our marriage, that it has made you +more popular than ever. Now send out word to the reporters that you will +not do any more public kissing."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Page 369]</a></span></p> + +<p>In obedience to these orders Cleary, acting as go-between, conveyed the +information as gently as he could to the representatives of the press, +that as a married man General Jinks expected to be spared the ordeal of +embracing all the young ladies of the country.</p> + +<p>No one was prepared for the striking effect which this news, coupled +with that of the marriage, had upon the newspapers and their readers. +The first papers which Sam and his wife saw on the following morning +were those of St. Lewis. They expressed sorrow at the fact that Captain +Jinks had taken such a resolution when only a handful of the fair women +of St. Lewis had had the opportunity of saluting him. Were they less +beautiful and attractive than the ladies of St. Kisco who had kissed him +to their hearts' content? Marian was visibly annoyed when she saw these +articles, but she advised her husband to wait till they received the +papers from other cities. These journals came, but, alas! they went +rapidly from bad to worse. The Eastern papers with scarcely an exception +took up the strain of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Page 370]</a></span> those of St. Lewis. Why did Captain Jinks +discriminate against the women of the East? He had kissed the whole +West. Probably he had also kissed all the women of the Cubapines and +Porsslania. It was only the women of the East that he could not find +heart to salute in the same way. Here was a hero indeed, who insulted +one-half of his own nation! It might have been expected that the Western +press would have come to Sam's support, but they did not. They accused +him of gross deception in not announcing that he had been from the first +engaged to be married. Their young women had been fraudulently induced +to kiss lips which had already been monopolized, but which they had been +led to believe to be as free as the air of heaven. Black indeed must be +the soul of a man who could stoop to such deception! As the days went on +the public became more excited and the attacks more ferocious. It was +rumored that his <i>fiancée</i> had married him against his will, that she +was a virago and a termagant. Would the country be contented to see the +Executive Mansion<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Page 371]</a></span> ruled by petticoats, and by those of a hussy at that? +What sort of a hero was the man who could be ordered about by a woman +and could not call his soul his own? Then they began to overhaul his +record. Was he really the hero of San Diego? Was it not the mistakes of +Gomaldo which caused his defeat? Was it not true that the boasted +subjugation of the Moritos was brought about by the superstitious fear +of the savages inspired by the figures tattooed on the captain's body? +And the capture of Gomaldo, was it anything but a green-goods game on a +large scale? What, too, was the burning of the great White Temple but an +act of vandalism? And as for the friendship and praise of the Emperor, +who was the Emperor, anyway, but an effete product of an exhausted +civilization? Then had not Captain Jinks opposed the promotion of men +from the ranks? What sort of a democrat was this? Sam felt these thrusts +keenly. He had had no idea of the fickleness of the people, and it was +hard to believe that in a single day they had ceased to adore him and +begun to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Page 372]</a></span> revile him; and yet such was the case. Marian was also +overcome with mortification, and she heaped reproaches upon him for +their forlorn condition. Cleary proved himself to be a stanch friend.</p> + +<p>"It's too bad, old man," he said. "It'll blow over, but you'll have to +withdraw a while for repairs. The bottom has dropped out of your boom, +and of course you can't be a candidate for President. Let's go quietly +home. I'll go along with you. <i>The Lyre</i> has had to drop you for the +time. <i>Scribblers'</i>/i> has sent back the first article I wrote for you, +and they say your name has lost its commercial value. I've seen Jonas. +He's here to make sure of a friendly candidate, and he says you're out +of the question. He's doing well, I tell you. I asked him how it paid to +run a war for half a million a day and get a trade in return of a few +millions a year? 'It's the people pay for the war and we get the trade,' +said he. He'd like to have you President to help them along, but he says +it won't be possible. It's a shame. You'd have run so well, if——Your +platform<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Page 373]</a></span> of 'Old Gory, the Army and Navy,' would have swept everything +before it. But never mind. We'll try it again some day. I suppose your +luck couldn't hold out forever."</p> + +<p>"Thanks, my dear Cleary," said Sam, grasping his hand. "You've been a +true friend. I don't think it makes much difference. I am a sick man, +and I must go home as soon as I can."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Page 374]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> + +<h1>The End</h1> + + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/chap_16.png" alt="chap_16" height="598" width="400" /> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + + <div style="width: 395px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 437px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 435px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 431px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 430px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 429px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 427px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 425px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 423px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 421px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 419px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 417px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 409px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 407px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 403px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 401px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 399px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 397px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 393px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + + + </div> + +<p><br /><br /><br /><br /> + +AM was indeed a sick man, and the journey to the East proved to be a +severe strain upon him. Cleary saw that it would be unwise to let him +travel alone with his wife, and accordingly he accompanied him to +Slowburgh, which was on the way to Homeville. They arrived in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Page 375]</a></span> the +afternoon, and Sam could hardly walk to the carriage which awaited him. +He was put to bed as soon as he reached his uncle's house, and on the +advice of his uncle's doctor they sent at once to the county town for a +trained nurse to take charge of him, for it was out of the question for +him to travel farther. There was no train which Cleary could +conveniently take that evening to the metropolis, and he accepted the +urgent invitation of Congressman Jinks to spend the night. It so +happened that it was a gala day for Slowburgh. Four of her soldier sons +had returned a few days before from Porsslania and the Cubapines, and +this day had been set aside for a great celebration and a mass-meeting +at the Methodist church to welcome them. The procession was to take +place early in the evening, and after supper Cleary went out alone to +watch the proceedings, leaving his friend to the care of his relatives. +He took his place on the curbstone of the principal street and was soon +conversing with his neighbors on each side, one of whom was our old +friend, Mr. Reddy, and the other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Page 376]</a></span> the young insurance agent whose +acquaintance Sam had made at the hotel.</p> + +<p>"It's going to be a great show," said the former. "I wish I was spry +enough to parade too. It's going to be splendid, but it won't come up to +the time we had when I came back from the war. They've kept them four +boys drunk three days for nothing, but we was drunk a month."</p> + +</div> + +<p>"They've sobered them down for this evening, I believe," said the young +man.</p> + +<p>"They've done their best," said Reddy, "and I think they'll go through +with it all right. It's a great time for them, but they'll have their +pension days all the rest of their lives to remind them of it, four +times a year."</p> + +<p>"Who are going to take part in the procession?" asked Cleary.</p> + +<p>"They're going to have all the military companies and patriotic +societies of these parts," answered Reddy, "and then the firemen too of +course; but they won't amount to much, for most of them are in the +societies, and they'd rather turn out in them."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Page 377]</a></span>"What societies are there?" said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there's the Grandsons of the Revolution and the Genuine Grandsons +of the Revolution, and the Daughters of Revolutionary Camp-Followers and +the Genuine Daughters, and then the Male Descendants of Second Cousins +of Heroes, and the Genuine Male Descendants, and the Connections by +Marriage of Colonial Tax-Collectors, and then the Genuine Connections, +and a lot of others I can't remember."</p> + +<p>"The names seem to go in pairs," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see, they always have a fight about something in these +military societies, and then they split, and the party that splits away +always takes the same name and puts 'Genuine' in front of it. That's the +way it is."</p> + +<p>"I suppose these societies do a lot of good, don't they?" asked Cleary. +"These splits and quarrels remind me of the army. They must spread the +military spirit among the people."</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Page 378]</a></span>"Yes, they do," said the young man. "It's what they call <i>esprit de +corps</i>. If fighting is military, they fight and no mistake, and the +women fight more than the men. I don't know how many lawsuits they've +had. Half of them won't speak to the other half. But they're all united +on one thing, I can tell you, and that is in wanting to put down the +Cubapinos."</p> + +<p>"That they are," cried Reddy. "That's why they call 'em 'Patriotic +Societies.' It was our ancestors as fought for freedom that they made +the societies for. Our ancestors were patriotic and fought for freedom +oncet, and now we're going to be patriotic and stick by the government +just like they did."</p> + +<p>"Yes, they fought for freedom, that's true. And what are the Cubapinos +fighting for?" asked the young man.</p> + +<p>"Oh, shucks!" cried Reddy. "I ain't a-going to argher with you. What +were we talking about? Oh, yes. We were saying that them societies fight +together. They do fight a good deal, that's a fact, and there's no end +of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Page 379]</a></span> trouble in our militia battalion too. They all want to be captain, +and they don't get on somehow as well as the fire companies. But still +it's a fine thing to see all this military spirit. I didn't see a +uniform for years, and now you can't hire a man to dig a ditch who +hasn't got a stripe on one leg of his trousers at any rate. Girls like +soldiers, I tell you, and they like pensions too. I've just got married +myself. My wife is seventeen. Now I've drawed my pension for nearly +forty years, and she'll draw it for sixty more if she has any luck; +that'll make over a hundred. That's something like. Why, if one of these +fellows is twenty now and marries a girl of seventeen when he's ninety, +and she lives till she's ninety, they can keep drawing money for a +hundred and fifty years, and no mistake. It's better than a savings +bank. Here they come!"</p> + +<p>The procession had formed round the corner at the other end of the main +street, and now the band began to play, and the column could be seen +advancing. First the band passed with an escort of small boys running +along in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Page 380]</a></span> the gutter on either side. Then came two carriages containing +the heroes, two in each. They held themselves stiffly and took off their +hats, and no one would have supposed that they had drunk too much if the +fact had not been universally understood by the public. Behind them came +a line of other carriages in which were seated the magnates of the town, +including the office-holders and the prominent business men. They all +had that self-important air which is inseparable from such shows and +which denotes that the individual is feeling either like a great man or +a fool. Then came the militia battalion, a rather shamefaced lot of +young men who seemed to be painfully aware that they were not at all +real heroes like the soldiers in the carriages, but merely make-believe +imitations. The patriotic societies followed, genuine and non-genuine, +resplendent in "insignia," sashes, and badges.</p> + +<p>"There's my wife, she's a G.C.M.C.T.C.," said Reddy proudly, pointing +out a very plain young woman with gold spectacles. "And here come the +Genuine Ancestors of Future<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Page 381]</a></span> Veterans. See that old woman there on the +other side? She made all the fuss. You see when anybody wants to get +into a society and finds they can't get in they go off and start +another. And some people that hadn't any tax collectors or connections +or anything, they just got up the 'Ancestors of Future Veterans,' and +everybody in town wanted to get into that. And old Miss Blunt there, she +wanted to come in too, and she's over seventy, and they said she +couldn't be an ancestor nohow, and she said she could and she would, and +they voted forty-one to forty against her, and the forty went off and +founded the Genuine Ancestors, and they're twice as big as the others +now. Hear 'em applaud?"</p> + +<p>The old lady walked along with a martial tread, and was loudly cheered +as she passed.</p> + +<p>"Now we'd better get into the church if we want seats," said the young +man, and Cleary followed him, leaving the ancient warrior behind. The +church was very crowded and very hot, and Cleary had to sit on a step of +the platform, but it was an exhibition of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Page 382]</a></span> patriotism worth beholding. +The band played with great gusto, and the whole audience was at the +highest pitch of excitement. The chairman made an address, and Josh +Thatcher responded in a few words for himself and his three companions. +Then flowers were presented to them, and a little girl recited the +"Charge of the Light Brigade," but the main feature of the program was +the oration of Dr. Taylor, the pastor of the church. He was famed as an +orator not only in his denomination and in the county but in the +National Order of Total Abstinence, of which he was a leading light. In +his address he welcomed the four heroes back to their hearths and +firesides. He thanked them for having conquered so many lands and spread +the blessings of civilization and Christianity to the ends of the earth.</p> + +<p>"We have been told, my friends, by wicked and unpatriotic scoffers, that +these wars have stirred up the passions of our people, that there are +more lynchings and deeds of violence than ever before, and that negro +soldiers re<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Page 383]</a></span>turning from the war have shot down citizens from +car-windows. I have even been told that its effect is to be seen in the +attempts of worthy citizens, including a distinguished judge, to have +the whipping-post reestablished in our midst. I can only say for myself +that such traitors and traducers should be the first victims of the +whipping-post. (Cheers.) So far from crime having increased since the +departure of these young heroes, I can testify that there has been a +marked decrease in our community. Since they left, not a single barn has +been burned, not a chicken stolen. My friend, Mrs. Crane, informs me +that she keeps more chickens than ever before, and that she has not +missed one in over a year. I am also told that during the absence of +these young men the amount of liquor drunk in our town has sensibly +diminished. The war then has been a blessing to us and to our nation."</p> + +<p>During these remarks Josh Thatcher, who was sitting in the front row, +gave sundry digs in the ribs to his cousin Tom, and they both laughed +aloud.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Page 384]</a></span>"We welcome our heroes back," continued the orator. "We open our arms to +them. All that we have is theirs. We applaud their manly courage and +Christian self-sacrifice. We shall never, never forget their services, +and we shall recite their noble deeds to our children and to our +children's children."</p> + +<p>The meeting broke up with three cheers and a tiger for each of the four +heroes. For an hour later the crowds stood in the street talking over +the great events of the day, each of the young veterans forming the +center of an admiring group, Tom Thatcher being surrounded by a bevy of +pretty girls who seemed to find nothing objectionable in his pimpled +face and hoarse voice. Cleary stood for a long time watching them and +talking with the insurance man.</p> + +<p>"It's their night," said the latter, "but it won't last long. We know +them too well. When the barns begin to burn again, folks'll all know +what it means. I wish they'd keep a war going a long way off forever for +these fellows. It would be a good riddance. And<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Page 385]</a></span> that's all talk of old +Taylor's anyway. He won't take them to his heart, not by a great deal. I +heard Dave Black ask him for a job to-day, and he wants a man too, and +he said, 'What—an ex-soldier? Not much!' The words were out of his +mouth before he knew what he'd said. He's a slick one."</p> + +<p>When Cleary returned to Mr. Jinks' house, he found Sam much worse, and +the gravest fears were entertained as to his recovery. In the morning he +was a little easier, and Cleary was able to have a little talk with him +before he left. Sam had been told by the doctor that his condition was +serious, and he had no desire to get well.</p> + +<p>"You must brace up, old man," said Cleary cheerily. "I'll come back in a +few days and we'll lay out our plans for the future. You're the finest +soldier that ever lived, and I haven't done with you yet."</p> + +<p>"Don't say that, don't say that!" cried Sam. "I'm no soldier at all. I +wanted to be a perfect soldier, and I can't. It's that that's breaking +my heart. I don't mind the nomi<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Page 386]</a></span>nation for President nor anything else +in comparison. My poor wife! Why did I let her marry a coward like me? I +can't tell you now, but if I'm alive when you come here again I'll tell +you all."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, old man," said Cleary. "You've got the fever on you again. +It's in your blood. When it gets out, you'll be all right."</p> + +<p>It was with tears in his eyes that Cleary bade his friend good-by, for +he could see that he was a very sick man. It was impossible, however, +for him to remain longer, and as Sam's wife and cousin were there to +nurse him, and his father and mother had been telegraphed for, he felt +that there was no necessity for him to remain.</p> + +<p>After the lapse of three weeks Cleary received the sad news that Sam had +shown unmistakable signs of insanity and had been removed to an insane +asylum. His father wrote that while his insanity was of a mild form, the +doctors thought it best for him to be placed in an institution where he +could receive the most scientific treatment. Six months later Cleary,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Page 387]</a></span> +who was now one of the editors of the <i>Lyre</i>, went on a sad pilgrimage +to see his friend. The asylum was several hours away from the metropolis +beyond East Point, and was none other than the great building which they +had described to the chief of the Moritos. Cleary took a carriage at the +station and drove to his destination, and at last arrived at the huge +edifice in the midst of its wide domain. He went into the reception-room +and explained his errand. After a while a young doctor came to him, and +told him that he could have an interview with Captain Jinks at once, and +offered to act as his guide. It was a long walk through corridors and +passages and up winding stairs to Sam's apartment, and Cleary questioned +the doctor as they went.</p> + +<p>"Captain Jinks is a dear fellow," said the doctor in response to his +inquiries. "We are all fond of him. At first he was a little intractable +and denied our right to direct him, but now that we've got it all down +on a military basis, he will do anything we tell him. I believe he would +walk out of the window if I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">[Page 388]</a></span> ordered him too. But I have to put on a +military coat to make him obey. We keep one on purpose. As soon as he +sees it on anybody he's as obedient as a child. He's such a perfect +gentleman, too. It's a very sad case. Here's his room."</p> + +<p>The doctor knocked.</p> + +<p>"Who goes there?" cried a husky voice, which Cleary hardly recognized as +Sam's.</p> + +<p>"A friend," answered the doctor.</p> + +<p>"Advance, friend, and give the countersign," said the same voice.</p> + +<p>"Old Gory!" cried the doctor, with most unmilitary emphasis, and he +opened the door and they entered.</p> + +<p>Cleary saw what seemed to be the shadow of Sam, pale, haggard, and +emaciated, sitting in a shabby undress uniform before a large deal +table. Upon the table was a most elaborate arrangement of books and +blocks of wood, apparently representing fortifications, which were +manned by a dilapidated set of lead soldiers—the earliest treasures of +Sam's boyhood, which had been sent to him from home at his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">[Page 389]</a></span> request. Sam +did not lift his eyes from the table, and moved the men about with his +hand as if he were playing a game of chess.</p> + +<p>"Here is a friend of yours to see you, Captain," said the doctor.</p> + +<p>Sam slowly raised his head and looked at Cleary for some time without +recognizing him. Gradually a faint smile made its appearance.</p> + +<p>"I know you," he said in the same strained voice. "I know you. +You're——"</p> + +<p>"Cleary," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"Cleary? Cleary? Let me see. Why, to be sure, you're Cleary." And he +rose from his chair unsteadily and took the hand that Cleary offered +him.</p> + +<p>"How are you, old man? I'm so glad to see you again," said Cleary.</p> + +<p>"And so am I," said Sam, who now seemed to be almost his old self again. +"Sit down."</p> + +<p>Cleary drew up a chair to the table, while the doctor retired and shut +the door.</p> + +<p>"How are you getting on?" said Cleary. "You're going to get well soon, +aren't you?"</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">[Page 390]</a></span>"I am well now," said Sam. "I was awfully ill, I know that, but it all +came from my mind. I think I told you that. My heart was breaking +because I couldn't be a perfect soldier. I had to face the question and +grapple with it. It was an awful experience; I can't bear to speak of it +or even think of it. But I won. I'm a perfect soldier now! I can do +anything with my men here, and I will obey any order I receive, I don't +care what it is."</p> + +<p>As he spoke of his experience a pained expression came over his face, +but he looked proud and almost happy when he announced the result of the +conflict.</p> + +<p>"They say I'm a lunatic, I know they do," he continued, looking round to +see that no one else was present, and lowering his voice to a whisper. +"They say I'm a lunatic, but I'm not. When they say I'm a lunatic they +mean I'm a perfect soldier—a complete soldier. And they call those fine +fellows lead soldiers! Lunatics and lead soldiers indeed! Well, suppose +we are! I tell you an army of lead soldiers with a lunatic at the head +would be the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">[Page 391]</a></span> best army in the world. We do what we're told, and we're +not afraid of anything."</p> + +<p>Sam stopped talking at this juncture and went on for some time in +silence maneuvering his troops. Finally he picked up the colonel with +the white plume, and a ray of light from the afternoon sun fell upon it, +and he held it before him, gazing upon it entranced. The door opened, +and the doctor entered.</p> + +<p>"I fear you must go now, Mr. Cleary. He can't stand much excitement. +He's quiet now. Just come out with me without saying anything," and +Cleary followed him out of the room, while Sam sat motionless with his +eyes fixed on his talisman.</p> + +<p>"He sits like that for hours," said the doctor. "It's a kind of +hypnotism, I think, which we don't quite understand yet. I am writing up +the case for <i>The Medical Gazette</i>. It's a peculiar kind of insanity, +this preoccupation with uniforms and soldiers, and the readiness to do +anything a man in regimentals tells him to."</p> + +<p>"It's rather more common, perhaps, out of asylums than in them," +muttered Cleary, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">[Page 392]</a></span> the doctor did not hear him. "Do you think he will +ever recover, doctor?" he continued.</p> + +<p>The doctor shook his head ominously.</p> + +<p>"And will he live to old age in this condition?"</p> + +<p>"He might, if there were nothing else the matter with him, but there is, +and perhaps it's a fortunate thing. He's got a new disease called +filariasis, a sort of low fever that he picked up in the Cubapines or +Porsslania. There's a good deal of it among the soldiers who have come +back. We have a lot of lunatics from the army here and several of them +have this new fever too. It wouldn't kill him alone, either, but the two +things together will surely carry him off. He will hardly live another +half-year."</p> + +<p>"I suppose his family is looking out for him?" said Cleary.</p> + +<p class="figcenter"><a name="page392" id="page392"></a><img src="images/page392.png" title="page392" alt="page392" height="614" width="400" /></p> +<h4>HARMLESS</h4> +<h6>"HE SITS LIKE THAT FOR HOURS"<br /><br /><br /><br /></h6> + +<p>"His mother visits him pretty regularly, and his father comes +sometimes," said the doctor, "but I think his wife has only been here +twice. And she's living at East Point, too, only an hour or two away. +She's a born flirt,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">[Page 393]</a></span> and I think she's tired of him. I'm told that one +of this year's graduates there, a fellow named Saunders, is paying +attention to her, and when the poor captain dies, I doubt if she remains +long a widow."</p> + +<p>"Then I suppose there is nothing I can do for the dear old chap?" asked +Cleary, with tears in his eyes, as he took his leave of the doctor at +the door of the building.</p> + +<p>"Nothing at all, my dear sir. He has everything he wants, and in fact he +wants nothing but his lead soldiers. He won't even let us give him a new +set of them. And he has all the liberty he wants on the grounds here, +and he can walk or even take a drive if he wishes to, for he is +perfectly harmless."</p> + +<p>"Perfectly harmless!" repeated Cleary to himself, as he got into his +carriage. "What an idea! A perfectly harmless soldier!"</p> + + +<h4>THE END</h4> + + +<hr style='width: 85%;' /> + + + +<div style="margin-left: 5em;"> +<h5 class="left">Transcriber's Notes<br /></h5> +<p>For consistency the following changes have been made.</p> + +<ul> +<li>Page 3 firearms changed to fire-arms</li> +<li>Page 10 field marshal changed to field-marshal</li> +<li>Page 134 got here? changed to got here?"</li> +<li>Page 168 out on at once on changed to out at once on</li> +<li>Page 202 exclamed changed to exclaimed</li> +<li>Page 202 out of it? changed to out of it.</li> +<li>Page 219 you along.' changed to you along."</li> +<li>Page 237 "'I'm a changed to 'I'm a</li> +<li>Page 273 exclamed changed to exclaimed</li> +<li>Page 295 bomb-shells changed to bombshells</li> +<li>Page 349 "'He stuck changed to 'He stuck</li> +<li>Page 357 "and I!" And I!" changed to "And I!" "And I!"</li> +<li>Page 382 denommination changed to denomination</li> +</ul> +</div> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Captain Jinks, Hero, by Ernest Crosby + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CAPTAIN JINKS, HERO *** + +***** This file should be named 19353-h.htm or 19353-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/3/5/19353/ + +Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Suzanne Shell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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