initial commit of ebook 29594HEADmain

11 files changed, 7434 insertions, 0 deletions

diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..6833f05
--- /dev/null
+++ b/.gitattributes
@@ -0,0 +1,3 @@
+* text=auto
+*.txt text
+*.md text
diff --git a/29594-8.txt b/29594-8.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..3cbb720
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-8.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,2113 @@
+Project Gutenberg's Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by Sarah L. Barrow
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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: Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second
+       Being the Second Book of the Series
+
+Author: Sarah L. Barrow
+
+Release Date: August 3, 2009 [EBook #29594]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BULL RUN.]
+
+
+
+THE SOCK STORIES,
+
+BY "AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER.
+
+RED, WHITE, AND BLUE SOCKS.
+
+Part Second.
+
+BEING
+
+THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SERIES.
+
+BY
+
+"AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER,
+
+THE AUTHOR OF "THE LITTLE WHITE ANGEL."
+
+          NEW YORK:
+          LEAVITT & ALLEN, 21 & 23 MERCER ST.
+          1863.
+
+
+
+
+  ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
+  S. L. BARROW,
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States
+    for the
+  Southern District of New York.
+
+  JOHN F. TROW,
+  PRINTER, STEREOTYPER, AND ELECTROTYPER,
+  50 Greene Street, New York.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
+
+
+                                                 PAGE
+
+  COLONEL FREDDY; OR, THE MARCH AND ENCAMPMENT
+      OF THE DASHAHED ZOUAVES,
+
+  CHAP. I.--BELLIGERENT POWERS,                     5
+
+       II.--BULL RUN,                              30
+
+      III.--BEFORE MONTEREY,                       50
+
+      IV.--A GRAND REVIEW,                         87
+
+       V.--"HOME! SWEET HOME!"                    111
+
+  CONCLUSION,                                     125
+
+
+
+
+COLONEL FREDDY;
+
+OR,
+
+THE MARCH AND ENCAMPMENT OF THE DASHAHED ZOUAVES.
+
+PART II.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+BELLIGERENT POWERS.
+
+
+TUESDAY morning dawned "as clear as a bell," as an old lady once said,
+and the Dashahed Zouaves, if not exactly up with the sun, were awake and
+stirring at a much earlier hour than usual; and after a rather more
+careful washing and brushing than soldiers usually indulge in,
+assembled on the lawn, looking as bright as their own buttons.
+
+"What fun it is to be soldiers!" cried a little lisping fellow, one of
+the privates. "I only wish thome Southerners would come along now, and
+you'd thee how I'd _thmash_ 'em."
+
+"Bravo, Louie!" said Harry, laughing; "I dare say, if we were to go to
+the wars, you'd keep on fighting the battles of your country till you
+were chopped into inch bits!"
+
+"And pickled! I expect to be made Lieutenant-general,
+Commander-in-chief, Colonel, Major, Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant
+Hamilton at the very least!"
+
+"Pooh! that's nothing to the feats of bravery I intend to perform!"
+cried Peter. "In my first battle I shall capture a 2,000-pound
+columbiad with one hand tied behind me, and carry it home for a paper
+weight!"
+
+"While I'm charging a regiment of mounted infantry single handed, and
+making them throw away their swords, and pistols, and things, and run
+for that 'last ditch' of theirs double quick!" said Will Costar,
+laughing; "but here comes breakfast, I'm happy to say. It strikes me
+camping out makes a fellow awful hungry, as well as no end of brave."
+
+A servant who had been sent from the house with breakfast materials, now
+approached, and the table being laid, the soldiers drew their camp
+stools around it; Colonel Freddy sitting at the head and pouring out
+coffee with great gravity. Everything was going on smoothly enough, when
+Harry tilted the tray on one side, and Charley knocked his elbow on the
+other, and away went the coffee to the very end of the table!
+
+"Charley," exclaimed the Colonel, severely, "what do you mean, sir? I'll
+have you put in arrest if you don't look out!"
+
+"Who'll put me there?"
+
+"Me!" shouted Peter. "I'm the boy to manage refractories. You'll see how
+I will come after you with a sharp stick--bayonet, I mean--and put you
+in arrest like that!" snapping his fingers.
+
+"By the way, when we've caught our rebels, where is the prison to be?"
+asked Jimmy.
+
+"Why, in the smoke house. There's a patent spring bolt on the
+door--father had it fixed the last time we had hams made; and if anybody
+was once in there, they'd never get out in the world, unless they could
+draw themselves fine like a wire and squeeze through the chimney."
+
+"We'll take care to keep out of it, then!" said Charley; "so, Colonel, I
+beg pardon for tilting the biggin--I didn't mean to do it so
+much--really!"
+
+"I, too!" cried Harry; "shake hands, old chap!"
+
+Good-tempered Freddy, always ready to "make up," caught a hand of each
+of his comrades, and breakfast went on amicably.
+
+Now, there lived in the house an old English man servant named Jerry
+Pike. He had formerly been a groom and attendant on Peter's uncle, Major
+Schermerhorn, and volunteered in the army at the time of the war with
+Mexico, that he might follow his dear master, whom he had served and
+loved ever since the Major was a mere boy. He had fought bravely beside
+him in many a hard battle, and, for his gallant conduct, been promoted
+to the rank of sergeant. When the hand of death removed that kind
+master, Mr. Schermerhorn had gladly taken Jerry to his own house, and
+promised him that should be his home as long as he lived. So now, like
+a gallant old war horse, who has a fresh green paddock, and lives in
+clover in his infirm age, Jerry not only stood at ease, but lived at
+ease; and worked or not as he felt disposed.
+
+When breakfast was over, Peter suddenly cried out, "I say, fellows,
+suppose we employ ourselves by having a drill! You know old Jerry that I
+told you about? I'll ask him to give us a lesson!"
+
+"Yes! that will be grand fun!" said Freddy. "Do go and find him, Peter;
+I should really like to learn how to drill as the soldiers do; so when
+General McClellan comes along, he'll admire us as much as the English
+General, old Sir Goutby Slogo, did the Seventh Regiment when they
+paraded before the Prince. 'Really, most extraordinary style of marching
+these American troops have,' said he, 'most hequal to the 'Orse Guards
+and the Hoxford Blues coming down Regent street!'"
+
+Meanwhile, Peter had scampered off to the house, and in a short time
+returned with a comical-looking little old man, dressed in faded
+regimentals.
+
+He touched his cap to the boys as he approached, in military style, and
+then drew himself up so very stiff and straight, awaiting their orders,
+that, as Freddy whispered to Tom, it was a perfect wonder he didn't snap
+short off at the waist.
+
+"Now, Jerry," began the Colonel, "we want you to give us a _real_
+drill, you know, just as you used to learn."
+
+"Yes, a regular one!" chimed in the rest; "we'll run for our guns."
+
+"Not fur your fust drill, I reckon, genl'men. You'll do bad enough
+without 'em, hech, hech!" cackled Jerry.
+
+"Very well--come begin then, Jerry!" cried impatient Will.
+
+"Are ye all ready?"
+
+"Yes, and waiting."
+
+"Then, genl'men, FALL IN!" exclaimed the sergeant, the first two words
+being uttered in his natural voice, but the last in an awful sepulchral
+tone, like two raps on the base kettle drum. Off duty, Jerry rather
+resembled a toy soldier, but when in giving his orders he stiffened his
+body, threw up his head, and stuck out his hands, he looked so like the
+wooden figures out of Noah's ark, that the boys burst into a shout of
+laughter.
+
+"Now, genl'men," exclaimed Jerry in a severe tone, "this won't do.
+Silence in the ranks. Squad! 'Shun. The fust manoover I shel teach you,
+genl'men, is the manoover of 'parade rest.' Now look at me, and do as I
+do."
+
+Anybody would have supposed, naturally enough, that to stand at rest
+meant to put your hands in your pockets and lean against a tree; but
+what Jerry did, was to slap his right hand against his left, like a
+torpedo going off, and fold them together; stick out his left foot, lean
+heavily upon his right, and look more like a Dutch doll than ever.
+
+The boys accordingly endeavored to imitate this performance; but when
+they came to try it, a difficulty arose. Whatever might be their usual
+ideas on the subject, there was a diversity of opinion now as to the
+proper foot to be advanced, and a wild uncertainty which was the left
+foot. The new soldiers shuffled backward and forward as if they were
+dancing hornpipes; while Jerry shouted, "Now, then, genl'men, I can't
+hear them hands come together smartly as I'd wished, not like a row of
+Jarsey cider bottles a poppin' one arter the other, but all at once.
+Now, then, SQUAD! 'SHUN!" in a voice of thunder, "Stan' at parade rest!
+No--no--them _lef futs_ adwanced! Well if ever!" And Jerry in his
+indignation gave himself such a thump on his chest that he knocked all
+the breath out of his body, and had to wait some moments before he could
+go on; while the boys, bubbling over with fun, took his scoldings in
+high good humor, and shrieked with laughter at their own ridiculous
+blunders, to the high wrath of their ancient instructor; who was so
+deeply interested and in earnest about his pursuit, that he didn't fail
+to lecture them well for their "insubornation;" which, indeed, nobody
+minded, except Tom Pringle, who, by the by, was from Maryland, and many
+of whose relations were down South. He had been looking rather sulky
+from the beginning of the drill, and now suddenly stepped from his place
+in the ranks, exclaiming, "I won't play! now I vow I won't!"
+
+"Why, Tom, what is the matter? Are you mad at us?" cried half a dozen
+voices at once.
+
+"Humm--" grumbled sulky Tom.
+
+"What say? I can't hear you," said Freddy. "Nonsense, Tom, don't be
+poky, come back and drill."
+
+"I won't! Let us alone, will you?"
+
+"All we want is, let us alone!" chanted Peter. "There, Fred, let him be
+cross if he wants to, we can play without him;" and the boys ran back to
+their places in the ranks, Freddy calling out, "Come fellows, let's try
+that old parade rest once more;" and on Jerry's giving the command, they
+really _did_ do it this time, and were pronounced capable of passing to
+grander evolutions.
+
+The first of these was the turn about so as to fall in ranks; something
+the Dashahed Zouaves hadn't dreamt of before. Get into ranks? Nothing
+could be easier than to stand four in a row, as they had done before;
+but when it came to "right face," most of the soldiers were found to
+have opposite views on the subject, and faced each other, to their
+mutual astonishment. The natural consequence was, that in three seconds
+the regiment was in such a snarl and huddle, that no one could tell
+which rank he belonged to or anything else; so Jerry, perfectly purple
+in the face with shouting, by way of helping them out of the scrape,
+gave them the following remarkable advice: "Squad, 'shun! At th' wud
+'Foz' the rer-rank will stepsmartly off wi' th' leffut, tekkinapesstoth'
+rare--Fo-o-o-res!"
+
+"W-h-a-t!" was the unanimous exclamation.
+
+Jerry repeated his mandate, which, after infinite puzzling (the honest
+sergeant being no assistance whatever), was discovered to mean, "At the
+word 'Fours,' the rear rank will step smartly off with the left foot,
+taking a pace to the rear. Fours!"
+
+This difficulty solved, the next "article on the programme," as Peter
+said, was the command March! or "harch!" according to Jerry.
+
+Out stepped Freddy, confident that he knew this much at any rate,
+followed by the others; but here again that celebrated left foot got
+them into trouble. The right foot _would_ pop out here and there, and as
+sure as it did, at the third step the unlucky Zouave found his leg
+firmly stuck between the ankles of the boy in front; and the "man"
+behind him treading on his heels in a way calculated to aggravate a
+saint; while meantime, the fellows in the rear rank, who were forever
+falling behind while they were staring at their feet to make sure which
+was the left one, _would_ endeavor to make up for it by taking a wide
+straddling step all of a sudden, and encircled the legs of people in
+front; a proceeding which, not being in accordance with "Hardee's
+Tactics," was not received with approbation by Jerry; who, looking at
+them with a sort of deprecating pity, hoarsely said, "Now, Company D!
+wot--wrong agin? fowod squad! wun, too, three, foore; hup! hup! hup!
+hold your head up, Mr. Fred; turn out your toes, Master William, and
+keep STEADY!"
+
+"Goody!" exclaimed Freddy at last, stopping short in the middle of his
+marching, "I can't stand this any longer! There, Jerry, we've had drill
+enough, thank you; I am knocked into a cocked hat, for my part!"
+
+"Very well, sir; it _is_ powerful hot; an' I must say you young genl'men
+have kep' at it steadier nor I expected, a gred deal."
+
+"Thank you, Jerry," said George, laughing, "we shall not forget our
+first drill in a hurry. I can't tell, for my part, which has been most
+bothered, you or we."
+
+"Allers glad to give you a little practice," grinned Jerry, "though
+you'd rive the gizzard out of an army drill sergeant, I'd wenture to
+say, if he hed the teachin' of you. Hech! hech! hech! Mornin', genl'men,
+your sarvent," and Jerry touched his cap to Colonel Freddy and marched
+off chuckling.
+
+As soon as he had made his exit, the boys clustered around Tom, as he
+sat turning his back on as many of the company as possible, and all
+began in a breath, "Now, Tom, do tell us what you're mad at; what have
+we done? please speak!"
+
+"Well, then," shouted Tom, springing up, "I'll tell you what, Frederic
+Jourdain! I won't be ordered around by any old monkey like
+that,"--pointing toward Jerry--"and as for _you_ and _your_ ordering
+about, I won't stand that either! fine as you think yourself; the
+Colonel, indeed!"
+
+"Why, Tom, how can you talk so? can't you play like the rest of us? I'm
+sure I haven't taken advantage of being Colonel to be domineering; have
+I, boys?"
+
+"No, no! not a bit, Fred--never mind what he says!"
+
+"Oh _do_--_don't_ appeal to them! You do that because you daren't say
+outright you mean to have everything your own way. That may be very well
+for them--you're all a parcel of Yankee shopkeepers together--but, I can
+tell you, no Southern _gentleman_ will stand it!"
+
+"North or South, Tom," began Will Costar, pretty sharply, "every
+regiment must have a head--and obey the head. We've chosen Fred our
+Colonel, and you must mind him. When he tells you to drill you've _got
+to do it_!"
+
+Tom wheeled round perfectly furious. "You say that again," he shouted,
+"and I'll leave the regiment! I will. I won't be told by any Northerner
+that I'm his subordinate, and if my State hadn't thought so too, she'd
+never have left the Union."
+
+"What! you dare to say anything against the Union!" cried George,
+turning white with rage; "do you mean to say that you _admire_ the South
+for seceding?"
+
+"Yes! I've a great mind to secede myself, what's more!"
+
+Freddy, as I said, was as sweet-tempered a little fellow as ever lived;
+but he was fairly aroused now. His blue eyes flashed fire; he crimsoned
+to the temples; his fists were clenched--and shouting, "you traitor!"
+like a flash, he sent Tom flying over on his back, with the camp stool
+about his ears.
+
+Up jumped Tom, kicked away the stool, and rushed toward Fred. But the
+others were too quick for him; they seized his arms and dragged him
+back; Peter calling out "No, don't fight him, Colonel; he's not worth
+it; let's have a court martial--that's the way to serve traitors!"
+
+Amid a perfect uproar of rage and contempt for this shameful attack on
+their Colonel, the Zouaves hastily arranged some camp stools for judge
+and jury; and George being chosen judge, the oldest members of the
+regiment took their places around him, and Tom was hauled up before the
+Court.
+
+"Oh stop, pray stop!" cried Freddy at this stage of affairs. "Indeed, I
+forgive him for what he said to me, if he will take back his language
+about the Union. I can't stand _that_."
+
+"You hear what the Colonel says," said George, sternly; "will you
+retract?"
+
+"No, never! if you think I'm going to be frightened into submission to a
+Northerner you're very much mistaken! No Southerner will ever be that!
+and as for your precious Union, I don't care if I say I hope there never
+will be a Union any more."
+
+"Then, by George!" shouted the judge, fairly springing from his seat,
+"You're a traitor, sir! Fellows, whoever is in favor of having this
+secessionist put under arrest, say Aye!"
+
+"Aye! AYE! AYE!" in a perfect roar.
+
+"Does any one object?" Nobody spoke.
+
+"Then I sentence him to be confined in the guard house till he begs
+pardon; Livingston, Costar, and Boorman to take him there."
+
+His captors pounced upon their prisoner with very little ceremony when
+this sentence was pronounced; when Tom, without attempting to escape,
+suddenly commenced striking out at every one he could reach. A grand
+hurley-burley ensued; but before long Tom was overpowered and dragged to
+the smoke, _alias_ guard house; heaping insults and taunts on the Union
+and the regiment all the way. Harry flung open the door of the prison,
+a picturesque little hut built of rough gray stone, and covered with
+Virginia creepers and wild honeysuckles. The others pushed Tom in, and
+Peter, dashing forward, slammed the door on him with a bang. Snap! went
+the bolt, and now nothing earthly could open it again but a Bramah key
+or a gunpowder explosion. Young Secession was fast, and the North
+triumphant. Hurrah!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+BULL RUN.
+
+
+THEIR first excitement over, the gallant Zouaves couldn't help looking
+at each other in rather a comical way. To be sure, it was very
+aggravating to have their country run down, and themselves assailed
+without leave or license; but they were by no means certain, now they
+came to think of it, that they had acted rightly in doing justice to the
+little rebel in such a summary manner. Peter especially, who had
+proposed the court martial, had an instinctive feeling that if his
+father were to learn the action they had taken, he would scarcely
+consider it to tally with the exercise of strict politeness to company.
+In short, without a word said, there was a tacit understanding in the
+corps that this was an affair to be kept profoundly secret.
+
+While they were still silently revolving this delicate question, little
+Louie Hamilton suddenly started violently, exclaiming, "Only listen a
+moment, felloth! what a strange noithe! It sounds like thome wild
+beast!"
+
+"Noise? I don't hear any," said Freddy; "yes I do, though--like
+something trampling the bushes!"
+
+"There's nothing worse than four cows and a house dog about our place,"
+said Peter; "but what that is I don't know--hush!"
+
+The boys listened with all their ears and elbows, and nearly stared
+themselves blind looking around to see what was the matter. They had not
+long to wait, however, for the trampling increased in the wood, a
+curious, low growling was heard, which presently swelled to a roar, and
+in a moment more, an immense brindled bull was seen dashing through the
+locusts, his head down and heels in the air, looking not unlike a great
+wheel-barrow, bellowing at a prodigious rate, and making straight toward
+the place where they stood!
+
+"Murder, what _shall_ we do?" cried Louie, turning deadly pale with
+terror, while the Zouaves, for an instant, appeared perfectly paralyzed.
+
+"Why run! run for your lives!" shouted George, who was the first to
+recover himself. "Peter, you lead the way; take us the shortest cut to
+the house, and--oh!"
+
+Not another word did George utter. He was saving his breath for the
+race. And now, indeed, began a most prodigious "skedaddle;" the boys
+almost flying on ahead, running nearly abreast, and their terrible enemy
+close behind, tearing up the ground with his horns, and galloping like
+an express!
+
+On sped the gallant Zouaves, making off as rapidly from the scene of
+action as their namesakes from Manassas, without pausing to remark
+which way the wind blew, until, at last, they had skirted the grove, and
+were on the straight road for the house. Here Peter stopped a moment,
+"Because some of the men will be near here, perhaps," he pantingly said,
+"and Master Bull will be caught if he ventures after us." Scarcely had
+he spoken, when the furious animal was once more seen, dashing on faster
+than ever, and flaming with rage, till he might have exploded a powder
+mill! Now for a last effort! One determined burst over the smooth road,
+and they are safe in the house!
+
+Little Louie, who was only nine years old, and the youngest of the
+party, had grasped hold of Freddy's hand when they first started; and
+been half pulled along by him so far; but now that safety was close at
+hand, he suddenly sank to the ground, moaning out, "Oh Fred, you must go
+on and leave me; I can't run any more. Oh mamma!"
+
+"No, no, Louie! don't do so!" cried Freddy. "Get up, little man! why,
+you can't think I would leave you, surely?" and, stooping down, the
+brave little fellow caught Louie up in his arms, and, thus burdened,
+tried to run on toward the house.
+
+The rest of the boys were now far beyond them; and had just placed their
+feet upon the doorstone, when a loud shout of "help!" made them turn
+round; and there was Freddy, with Louie in his arms, staggering up the
+road, the horns of the bull within a yard of his side!
+
+Like a flash of lightning, Will snatched up a large rake which one of
+the men had left lying on the grass, and dashed down the road. There is
+one minute to spare, just one! but in that minute Will has reached the
+spot, and launching his weapon, the iron points descend heavily on the
+animal's head.
+
+The bull, rather aghast at this reception, which did not appear to be at
+all to his taste, seemed to hesitate a moment whether to charge his
+adversary or not; then, with a low growl of baffled fury, he slowly
+turned away, and trotted off toward the wood.
+
+The help had not come a minute too soon; for Freddy, his sensitive
+organization completely overwrought by the events of the morning and his
+narrow escape from death, had fallen fainting to the ground; his hands
+still clenched in the folds of little Louie's jacket. Will instantly
+raised him, when he saw that all danger was over, and he and some of the
+others, who had come crowding down the road, very gently and quickly
+carried the insensible boy to the house, and laid him on the lounge in
+the library; while Peter ran for the housekeeper to aid in bringing him
+to life.
+
+Good Mrs. Lockitt hurried up stairs as fast as she could with camphor,
+ice water, and everything else she could think of good for fainting.
+
+"Mrs. Lockitt, where is papa?" asked Peter, as he ran on beside her.
+
+"Gone to New York, Master Peter," she replied; "I don't think he will be
+home before dinner time."
+
+Our little scapegrace breathed more freely; at least there were a few
+hours' safety from detection, and he reentered the library feeling
+considerably relieved.
+
+There lay Colonel Freddy, his face white as death; one little hand
+hanging lax and pulseless over the side of the lounge, and the ruffled
+shirt thrust aside from the broad, snowy chest. Harry stood over him,
+fanning his forehead; while poor Louie was crouched in a corner,
+sobbing as though his heart would break, and the others stood looking on
+as if they did not know what to do with themselves.
+
+Mrs. Lockitt hastened to apply her remedies; and soon a faint color came
+back to the cheek, and with a long sigh, the great blue eyes opened once
+more, and the little patient murmured, "Where am I?"
+
+"Oh, then he's not killed, after all!" cried Louie, running to his side.
+"Dear, dear Freddy! how glad I am you have come to life again!"
+
+This funny little speech made even Freddy laugh, and then Mrs. Lockitt
+said, "But, Master Peter, you have not told me yet how it happened that
+Master Frederic got in such a way."
+
+The eyes of the whole party became round and saucer-y at once; as, all
+talking together, they began the history of their fearful adventure.
+Mrs. Lockitt's wiry false curls would certainly have dropped off with
+astonishment if they hadn't been sewed fast to her cap, and she fairly
+wiped her eyes on her spectacle case, which she had taken out of her
+pocket instead of her handkerchief, as they described Freddy's noble
+effort to save his helpless companion without thinking of himself. When
+the narrative was brought to a close, she could only exclaim, "Well,
+Master Freddy, you are a little angel, sure enough! and Master William
+is as brave as a lion. To think of his stopping that great creetur, to
+be sure! Wherever in the world it came from is the mystery." So saying,
+Mrs. Lockitt bustled out of the room, and after she had gone, there was
+a very serious and grateful talk among the elder boys about the escape
+they had had, and a sincere thankfulness to God for having preserved
+their lives.
+
+The puzzle now was, how they were to return to the camp, where poor Tom
+had been in captivity all this time. It was certainly necessary to get
+back--but then the bull! While they were yet deliberating on the horns
+of this dilemma, the library door suddenly opened, and in walked--Mr.
+Schermerhorn!
+
+"Why, boys!" he exclaimed, "how do you come to be here? Fred, what's the
+matter? you look as pale as a ghost!"
+
+There was general silence for a moment; but these boys had been taught
+by pious parents to speak the truth always, whatever came of it. Ah!
+that is the right principle to go on, dear children; TELL THE TRUTH when
+you have done anything wrong, even if you are sure of being punished
+when that truth is known.
+
+So George, as the eldest, with one brave look at his comrades, frankly
+related everything that had happened; beginning at the quarrel with
+Tom, down to the escape from the bull. To describe the varied expression
+of his auditor's face between delight and vexation, would require a
+painter; and when George at last said, "Do you think we deserve to be
+punished, sir? or have we paid well enough already for our court
+martial?" Mr. Schermerhorn exclaimed, trying to appear highly incensed,
+yet scarcely able to help smiling:
+
+"I declare I hardly know! I certainly am terribly angry with you. How
+dare you treat a young gentleman so on my place? answer me that, you
+scapegraces! It is pretty plain who is at the bottom of all this--Peter
+dares not look at me, I perceive. At the same time, I am rather glad
+that Master Tom has been taught what to expect if he runs down the
+Union--it will probably save him from turning traitor any more, though
+you were not the proper persons to pass sentence on him. As for our
+plucky little Colonel here--shake hands, Freddy! you have acted like a
+hero! and for your sake I excuse the court martial. Now, let us see what
+has become of the bull, and then go to the release of our friend Tom. He
+must be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds by this time."
+
+Mr. Schermerhorn accordingly gave orders that the bull should be hunted
+up and secured, until his master should be discovered; so that the
+Zouaves might be safe from his attacks hereafter. If any of our readers
+feel an interest in the fate of this charming animal, they are informed
+that he was, with great difficulty, hunted into the stables; and before
+evening taken away by his master, the farmer from whom he had strayed.
+
+Leaving the others to await his capture, let us return to Tom. He had
+not been ten minutes in the smoke house before his wrath began to cool,
+and he would have given sixpence for any way of getting out but by
+begging pardon. That was a little too much just yet, and Tom stamped
+with rage and shook the door; which resisted his utmost efforts to
+burst. Then came the sounds without, the rushing, trampling steps, the
+furious bellow, and the shout, "Run! run for your lives!" Run! why on
+earth must they? What had happened? and especially what would become of
+him left alone there, with this unseen enemy perhaps coming at him next.
+He hunted in vain in every direction for some cranny to peep through;
+and if it had been possible, would have squeezed his head up the
+chimney. He shouted for help, but nobody heard him; they were all too
+frightened for that. He could hear them crunching along the road,
+presently; another cry, and then all was still.
+
+"What shall I do?" thought poor Tom. "Oh, where have they gone to?
+Please let me out, Freddy! do forgive me, boys! I'll f-fight for the
+Union as m-much as you like! oh! oh!" and at last--must it be
+confessed?--the gallant Secesh finished by bursting out crying!
+
+Time passed on--of course seeming doubly long to the prisoner--and still
+the boys did not return. Tom cried till he could cry no more; sniffling
+desperately, and rubbing his nose violently up in the air--a proceeding
+which did not ameliorate its natural bent in that direction. He really
+felt thoroughly sorry, and quite ready to beg pardon as soon as the boys
+should return; particularly as they had forgotten to provide the captive
+with even the traditional bread and water, and dinner-time was close at
+hand. While he was yet struggling between repentance and stomachache,
+the welcome sound of their voices was heard. They came nearer, and then
+a key was hastily applied to the fastenings of the door, and it flew
+open, disclosing the Zouaves, with Freddy at the head, and Mr.
+Schermerhorn bringing up the rear.
+
+Tom hung back a moment yet; then with a sudden impulse he walked toward
+Freddy, saying, "I beg your pardon, Colonel; please forgive me for
+insulting you; and as for the flag"--and without another word, Tom ran
+toward the flag staff, and catching the long folds of the banner in both
+hands, pressed them to his lips.
+
+"The chivalry forever!" said Mr. Schermerhorn, smiling. "That's right,
+Tom! bless the old banner! it is your safeguard, and your countrymen's
+too, if they would only believe it. Go and shake hands with him, boys;
+he is in his right place now, and if ever you are tempted to quarrel
+again, I am sure North and South will both remember
+
+                            "BULL RUN!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+BEFORE MONTEREY.
+
+
+IT is not necessary to describe the particular proceedings of the
+Dashahed Zouaves during every day of their camp life. They chattered,
+played, drilled, quarrelled a little once in a while, and made it up
+again, eat and slept considerably, and grew sunburnt to an astonishing
+degree.
+
+It was Thursday morning, the fourth of their delightful days in camp.
+Jerry had been teaching them how to handle a musket and charge
+bayonets, until they were quite excited, and rather put out that there
+was no enemy to practise on but the grasshoppers. At length, when they
+had tried everything that was to be done, Harry exclaimed, "I wish,
+Jerry, you would tell us a story about the wars! Something real
+splendid, now; perfectly crammed with Indians and scalps and awful
+battles and elegant Mexican palaces full of diamonds and gold saucepans
+and lovely Spanish girls carried off by the hair of their heads!"
+
+This flourishing rigmarole, which Harry delivered regardless of stops,
+made the boys shout with laughter.
+
+"You'd better tell the story yourself, since you know so much about
+it!" said Tom.
+
+"I allow you've never been in Mexico, sir," said Jerry, grinning. "I
+doubt but thar's palisses somewhar in Mexico, but I and my mates hev
+been thar, an' _we_ never seed none o' 'em. No, Master Harry, I can't
+tell ye sich stories as that, but I do mind a thing what happened on the
+field afore Monterey."
+
+The boys, delightedly exclaiming, "A story! a story! hurrah!" drew their
+camp stools around him; and Jerry, after slowly rubbing his hand round
+and round over his bristling chin, while he considered what to say
+first, began his story as follows:
+
+
+JERRY'S STORY.
+
+          "It wor a Sunday night, young genl'men, the 21st
+          of September, and powerful hot. We had been
+          fightin' like mad, wi' not a moment's rest, all
+          day, an' now at last wor under the canwas, they of
+          us as wor left alive, a tryin' to sleep. The
+          skeeters buzzed aroun' wonderful thick, and the
+          groun' aneath our feet wor like red-hot tin
+          plates, wi' the sun burnin' an blisterin' down. At
+          last my mate Bill says, says he, 'Jerry, my mate,
+          hang me ef I can stan' this any longer. Let you
+          an' me get up an' see ef it be cooler
+          out-o'-doors.'
+
+          "I wor tired enough wi' the day's fight, an'
+          worrited, too, wi' a wound in my shoulder; but
+          the tent wor no better nor the open field, an' we
+          got up an' went out. Thar wor no moon, but the sky
+          was wonderful full o' stars, so we could see how
+          we wor stannin' wi' our feet among the bodies o'
+          the poor fellows as had fired their last shot that
+          day. It wor a sight, young genl'men, what would
+          make sich as you sick an' faint to look on; but
+          sogers must larn not to min' it; an' we stood
+          thar, not thinkin' how awful it wor, and yet still
+          an' quiet, too.
+
+          "'Ah, Jerry,' says Bill--he wor a young lad, an'
+          brought up by a pious mother, I allow--'I dunnot
+          like this fightin' on the Sabba' day. The Lord
+          will not bless our arms, I'm afeard, if we go agin
+          His will so.'
+
+          "I laughed--more shame to me--an' said, 'I'm a
+          sight older nor you, mate, an' I've seed a sight
+          o' wictories got on a Sunday. The better the day,
+          the better the deed, I reckon.'
+
+          "'Well, I don't know,' he says; 'mebbe things is
+          allers mixed in time o' war, an' right an' wrong
+          change sides a' purpose to suit them as wants
+          battle an' tumult to be ragin'; but it don't go
+          wi' my grain, noways.'
+
+          "I hadn't experienced a change o' heart then, as I
+          did arterward, bless the Lord! an' I hardly
+          unnerstood what he said. While we wor a stannin'
+          there, all to onct too dark figgers kim a creepin'
+          over the field to'ard the Major's tent. 'Look
+          thar, Jerry,' whispered Bill, kind o' startin'
+          like, 'thar's some of them rascally Mexicans.' I
+          looked at 'em wi'out sayin' a wured, an' then I
+          went back to the tent fur my six-shooter--Bill
+          arter me;--fur ef it ain't the dooty o' every
+          Christian to extarminate them warmints o'
+          Mexicans, I'll be drummed out of the army
+          to-morrer.
+
+          "Wall, young genl'men--we tuck our pistols, and
+          slow and quiet we moved to whar we seed the two
+          Greasers, as they call 'em. On they kim, creepin'
+          to'ard my Major's tent, an' at las' one o' 'em
+          raised the canwas a bit. Bill levelled his
+          rewolver in a wink, an' fired. You shud ha' seed
+          how they tuck to their heels! yelling all the way,
+          till wun o' em' dropped. The other didn't stop,
+          but just pulled ahead. I fired arter him wi'out
+          touching him; but the noise woke the Major, an'
+          when he hearn wot the matter wor, he ordered the
+          alarm to be sounded an' the men turned out. 'It's
+          a 'buscade to catch us,' he says, 'an' I'm fur
+          being fust on the field.'
+
+          "Bill an' I buckled on our cartridge boxes, caught
+          up our muskets, an' were soon in the ranks. On we
+          marched, stiddy an' swift, to the enemy's
+          fortifications; an' wen we were six hundred yards
+          distant, kim the command, 'Double quick.' The sky
+          hed clouded up all of a suddent, an' we couldn't
+          see well where we wor, but thar was suthin' afore
+          us like a low, black wall. As we kim nearer, it
+          moved kind o' cautious like, an' when we wor
+          within musket range, wi' a roar like ten thousand
+          divils, they charged forred! Thar wor the flash
+          and crack o' powder, and the ring! ping! o' the
+          bullets, as we power'd our shot on them an' they
+          on us; but not another soun'; cr-r-r-ack went the
+          muskets on every side agin, an' the rascals wor
+          driven back a minnit. 'Charge bayonets!' shouted
+          the Major, wen he seed that. Thar wos a pause; a
+          rush forred; we wor met by the innimy half way;
+          an' then I hearn the awfullest o' created
+          soun's--a man's scream. I looked roun', an' there
+          wos Bill, lying on his face, struck through an'
+          through. Thar wos no time to see to him then, fur
+          the men wor fur ahead o' me, an' I hed to run an'
+          jine the rest.
+
+          "We hed a sharp, quick skirmish o' it--for ef thar
+          is a cowardly critter on the created airth it's a
+          Greaser--an' in less nor half an' hour wor beatin'
+          back to quarters. When all wor quiet agin, I left
+          my tent, an' away to look fur Bill. I sarched an'
+          sarched till my heart were almost broke, an at
+          last I cried out, 'Oh Bill, my mate, whar be you?'
+          an' I hearn a fibble v'ice say, 'Here I be,
+          Jerry!'
+
+          "I swon! I wor gladder nor anything wen I hearn
+          that. I hugged him to my heart, I wor moved so
+          powerful, an' then I tuck him on my back, an' off
+          to camp; werry slow an' patient, fur he were sore
+          wownded, an' the life in him wery low.
+
+          "Wall, young genl'men, I'll not weary you wi' the
+          long hours as dragged by afore mornin'. I med him
+          as snug as I could, and at daybreak we hed him
+          took to the sugeon's tent.
+
+          "I wor on guard all that mornin' an' could not get
+          to my lad; but at last the relief kim roun', an'
+          the man as was to take my place says, says he,
+          'Jerry, my mate, ef I was you I'd go right to the
+          hosp'tl an' stay by poor Bill' (fur they all knew
+          as I sot gret store by him); 'He is werry wild in
+          his head, I hearn, an' the sugeon says as how he
+          can't last long.'
+
+          "Ye may b'lieve how my hairt jumped wen I hearn
+          that. I laid down my gun, an' ran fur the wooden
+          shed, which were all the place they hed fur them
+          as was wownded. An' thar wor Bill--my mate
+          Bill--laying on a blanket spred on the floore, wi'
+          his clothes all on (fur it's a hard bed, an' his
+          own bloody uniform, that a sojer must die in), wi'
+          the corpse o' another poor fellow as had died all
+          alone in the night a'most touching him, an'
+          slopped wi' blood. I moved it fur away all in a
+          trimble o' sorrer, an' kivered it decent like, so
+          as Bill mightn't see it an' get downhearted fur
+          hisself. Then I went an' sot down aside my mate.
+          He didn't know me, no more nor if I wor a
+          stranger; but kept throwin' his arms about, an'
+          moanin' out continual, 'Oh mother! mother! Why
+          don't you come to your boy?'
+
+          "I bust right out crying, I do own, wen I hearn
+          that, an' takin' his han' in mine, I tried to
+          quiet him down a bit; telling him it wor bad fur
+          his wownd to be so res'less (fur every time he
+          tossed, thar kim a little leap o' blood from his
+          breast); an' at last, about foore o'clock in the
+          day, he opened his eyes quite sensible like, an'
+          says to me, he says, 'Dear matey, is that you?
+          Thank you fur coming to see me afore I die.'
+
+          "'No, Bill, don't talk so,' I says, a strivin' to
+          be cheerful like, tho' I seed death in his face,
+          'You'll be well afore long.'
+
+          "'Aye, well in heaven,' he says; and then, arter a
+          minnit, 'Jerry,' he says, 'thar's a little bounty
+          money as belongs to me in my knapsack, an' my
+          month's wages. I want you, wen I am gone, to take
+          it to my mother, an' tell her--'(he wor gaspin'
+          fearful)--'as I died--fightin' fur my country--an'
+          the flag. God bless you, Jerry--you hev been a
+          good frien' to me, an' I knows as you'll do
+          this--an' bid the boys good-by--fur me.'
+
+          "I promised, wi' the tears streamin' down my
+          cheeks; an' then we wor quiet a bit, fur it hurt
+          Bill's breast to talk, an' I could not say a wured
+          fur the choke in my throat. Arter a while he says,
+          'Jerry, won't you sing me the hymn as I taught you
+          aboard the transport? about the Lord our Captin?'
+
+          "I could hardly find v'ice to begin, but it wor
+          Bill's dying wish, an' I made shift to sing as
+          well as I could--
+
+          "'We air marchin' on together
+              To our etarnal rest;
+           Niver askin' why we're ordered--
+             For the Lord He knoweth best.
+           Christ is our Captain!
+             'Forred!' is His word;
+           Ranks all steady, muskets ready,
+             In the army o' the Lord!
+
+          "'Satan's hosts are all aroun' us,
+             An' strive to enter in;
+           But our outworks they are stronger
+             Nor the dark brigades o' sin!
+           Christ is our Fortress!
+             Righteousness our sword;
+           Truth the standard--in the vanguard--
+             O' the army o' the Lord!
+
+          "'Comrads, we air ever fightin'
+             A battle fur the right;
+           Ever on the on'ard movement
+             Fur our home o' peace an' light.
+           Christ is our Leader!
+             Heaven our reward,
+          Comin' nearer, shinin' clearer--
+             In the army o' the Lord!'
+
+          "Arter I hed sung the hymn--an' it wor all I could
+          do to get through--Bill seemed to be a sight
+          easier. He lay still, smilin' like a child on the
+          mother's breast. Pretty soon arter, the Major kim
+          in; an' wen he seed Bill lookin' so peaceful, he
+          says, says he, 'Why, cheer up, my lad! the sugeon
+          sayd as how you wor in a bad way; but you look
+          finely now;'--fur he didn't know it wor the death
+          look coming over him. 'You'll be about soon,'
+          says the Major, 'an' fightin' fur the flag as
+          brave as ever,'
+
+          "Bill didn't say nothing--he seemed to be getting
+          wild agin;--an' looked stupid like at our Major
+          till he hearn the wureds about the flag. Then he
+          caught his breath suddint like, an', afore we
+          could stop him, he had sprang to his feet--shakin'
+          to an' fro like a reed--but as straight as he ever
+          wor on parade; an', his v'ice all hoarse an' full
+          o' death, an' his arm in the air, he shouted,
+          'Aye! God--bless--the--flag! we'll fight fur it
+          till--' an' then we hearn a sort o' snap, an' he
+          fell forred--dead!
+
+          "We buried him that night, I an' my mates. I cut
+          off a lock o' his hair fur his poor mother, afore
+          we put the airth over him; an' giv it to her, wi'
+          poor Bill's money, faithful an' true, wen we kim
+          home. I've lived to be an old man since then, an'
+          see the Major go afore me, as I hoped to sarve
+          till my dyin' day; but Lord willing I shel go
+          next, to win the Salwation as I've fitten for, by
+          Bill's side, a sojer in Christ's army, in the
+          Etarnal Jerusalem!"
+
+The boys took a long breath when Jerry had finished his story, and more
+than one bright eye was filled with tears. The rough words, and plain,
+unpolished manner of the old soldier, only heightened the impression
+made by his story; and as he rose to go away, evidently much moved by
+the painful recollections it excited, there was a hearty, "Thank you,
+sergeant, for your story--it was real good!" Jerry only touched his cap
+to the young soldiers, and marched off hastily, while the boys looked
+after him in respectful silence. But young spirits soon recover from
+gloomy influences, and in a few moments they were all chattering merrily
+again.
+
+"What a pity we must go home Monday!" cried Louie; "I wish we could camp
+out forever! Oh, Freddy, do write a letter to General McClellan, and ask
+him to let us join the army right away! Tell him we'll buy some new
+india-rubber back-bones and stretch ourselves out big directly, if he'll
+only send right on for us!"
+
+"Perhaps he would, if he knew how jolly we can drill already!" said
+Peter, laughing. "I tell you what, boys, the very thing! let's have a
+review before we go home. I'll ask all the boys and girls I know to come
+and look on, and we might have quite a grand entertainment. Won't that
+be splendid? We can march about all over, and fire off the cannons and
+everything! I'm sure father will let us."
+
+"Yes, but how's General McClellan to hear anything about it?" inquired
+practical Louie.
+
+"Why--I don't know," said Peter, rather taken aback by this view of the
+subject. "Well, somehow--never mind, it will be grand fun, and I mean
+to ask my father right away."
+
+"Take me with you?" called a dozen fellows directly. Finally it was
+concluded that it might make more impression on Mr. Schermerhorn's mind,
+if the application came from the regiment in a body; so, running for
+their swords and guns, officers and men found their places in the
+battalion, and the grand procession started on its way--chattering all
+the time, in utter defiance of that "article of war" which forbids
+"talking in the ranks." Just as they were passing the lake, they heard
+carriage wheels crunching on the gravel, and drew up in a long line on
+the other side of the road to let the vehicle pass them; much to the
+astonishment of two pretty young ladies and a sweet little girl, about
+Freddy's age, who were leaning comfortably back in the handsome
+barouche.
+
+"Why, Peter!" exclaimed one of the ladies, "what in the world is all
+this?"
+
+"This!" cried Peter, running up to the carriage, "why, these are the
+Dashahed Zouaves, Miss Carlton. We have been in camp ever since Monday.
+Good morning, Miss Jessie," to the little girl on the front seat, who
+was looking on with deep interest.
+
+"Oh, to be sure, I remember," said Miss Carlton, laughing; "come,
+introduce the Zouaves, Peter; we are wild to know them!"
+
+The boys clustered eagerly about the carriage and a lively chat took
+place. The Zouaves, some blushing and bashful, others frank and
+confident, and all desperately in love already with pretty little
+Jessie, related in high glee their adventures--except the celebrated
+court martial--and enlarged glowingly upon the all-important subject of
+the grand review.
+
+Colonel Freddy, of course, played a prominent part in all this, and with
+his handsome face, bright eyes, and frank, gentlemanly ways, needed only
+those poor lost curls to be a perfect picture of a soldier. He chattered
+away with Miss Lucy, the second sister, and obtained her special promise
+that she would plead their cause with Mr. Schermerhorn in case the
+united petitions of the corps should fail. The young ladies did not know
+of Mrs. Schermerhorn's departure, but Freddy and Peter together coaxed
+them to come up to the house "anyhow." The carriage was accordingly
+taken into the procession, and followed it meekly to the house; the
+Zouaves insisting on being escort, much to the terror of the young
+ladies; who were in constant apprehension that the rear rank and the
+horses might come to kicks--not to say blows--and the embarrassment of
+the coachman; who, as they were constantly stopping unexpectedly to turn
+round and talk, didn't know "where to have them," as the saying is.
+However, they reached their destination in safety before long, and
+found Mr. Schermerhorn seated on the piazza. He hastened forward to meet
+them, with the cordial greeting of an old friend.
+
+"Well, old bachelor," said Miss Carlton, gayly, as the young ladies
+ascended the steps, "you see we have come to visit you in state, with
+the military escort befitting patriotic young ladies who have four
+brothers on the Potomac. What has become of Madame, please?"
+
+"Gone to Niagara and left me a 'lone lorn creetur;'" said Mr.
+Schermerhorn, laughing. "Basely deserted me when my farming couldn't be
+left. But how am I to account for the presence of the military,
+mademoiselle?"
+
+"Really, I beg their pardons," exclaimed Miss Carlton. "They have come
+on a special deputation to you, Mr. Schermerhorn, so pray don't let us
+interrupt business."
+
+Thus apostrophised, the boys scampered eagerly up the steps; and Freddy,
+a little bashful, but looking as bright as a button, delivered the
+following brief oration: "Mr. Schermerhorn: I want--that is, the boys
+want--I mean we all want--to have a grand review on Saturday, and ask
+our friends to look on. Will you let us do it, please?"
+
+"Certainly, with the greatest pleasure!" replied Mr. Schermerhorn,
+smiling; "but what will become of you good people when I tell you that
+I have just received a letter from Mrs. Schermerhorn, asking me to join
+her this week instead of next, and bring Peter with me."
+
+"Oh! father, please let me stay!" interrupted Peter; "can't you tell ma
+I've joined the army for the war? We all want to stay like everything!"
+
+"And forage for yourselves?" said his father, laughing. "No, the army
+must give you up, and lose a valuable member, Master Peter; but just
+have the goodness to listen a moment. The review shall take place, but
+as the camp will have to break up on Saturday instead of Monday, as I
+had intended, the performances must come off to-morrow. Does that suit
+your ideas?"
+
+The boys gave a delighted consent to this arrangement, and now the only
+thing which dampened their enjoyment was the prospect of such a speedy
+end being put to their camp life. "Confound it! what was the fun for a
+fellow to be poked into a stupid watering place, where he must bother to
+keep his hair parted down the middle, and a clean collar stiff enough to
+choke him on from morning till night?" as Tom indignantly remarked to
+George and Will the same evening. "The fact is, this sort of thing is
+_the_ thing for a _man_ after all!" an opinion in which the other _men_
+fully concurred.
+
+But let us return to the piazza, where we have left the party. After a
+few moments more spent in chatting with Mr. Schermerhorn, it was decided
+to accept Colonel Freddy's polite invitation, which he gave with such a
+bright little bow, to inspect the camp. You may be sure it was in
+apple-pie order, for Jerry, who had taken the Zouaves under his special
+charge, insisted on their keeping it in such a state of neatness as only
+a soldier ever achieved. The party made an extremely picturesque
+group--the gay uniforms of the Zouaves, and light summer dresses of the
+ladies, charmingly relieved against the background of trees; while Mr.
+Schermerhorn's stately six feet, and somewhat portly proportions, quite
+reminded one of General Scott; especially among such a small army; in
+which George alone quite came up to the regulation "63 inches."
+
+Little Jessie ran hither and thither, surrounded by a crowd of adorers,
+who would have given their brightest buttons, every "man" of them, to be
+the most entertaining fellow of the corps. They showed her the battery
+and the stacks of shining guns--made to stand up by Jerry in a wonderful
+fashion that the boys never could hope to attain--the inside of all the
+tents, and the smoke guard house (Tom couldn't help a blush as he looked
+in); and finally, as a parting compliment (which, let me tell you, is
+the greatest, in a boy's estimation, that can possibly be paid), Freddy
+made her a present of his very largest and most gorgeous "glass agates;"
+one of which was all the colors of the rainbow, and the other
+patriotically adorned with the Stars and Stripes in enamel. Peter
+climbed to the top of the tallest cherry tree, and brought her down a
+bough at least a yard and a half long, crammed with "ox hearts;" Harry
+eagerly offered to make any number of "stunning baskets" out of the
+stones, and in short there never was such a belle seen before.
+
+"Oh, a'int she jolly!" was the ruling opinion among the Zouaves. A
+private remark was also circulated to the effect that "Miss Jessie was
+stunningly pretty."
+
+The young ladies at last said good-by to the camp; promising faithfully
+to send all the visitors they could to the grand review, and drove off
+highly entertained with their visit. Mr. Schermerhorn decided to take
+the afternoon boat for the city and return early Friday morning, and the
+boys, left to themselves, began to think of dinner, as it was two
+o'clock. A brisk discussion was kept up all dinner time you may be sure,
+concerning the event to come off on the morrow.
+
+"I should like to know, for my part, what we do in a review," said
+Jimmy, balancing his fork artistically on the end of his finger, and
+looking solemnly round the table.
+
+"Why, show off everything we know!" said Charley Spicer. "March about,
+and form into ranks and columns, and all that first, then do charming
+"parade rest," "'der humps!" and the rest of it; and finish off by
+firing off our guns, and showing how we can't hit anything by any
+possibility!"
+
+"But these guns won't fire off!" objected Jimmy.
+
+"Well, the cannon then!"
+
+"But I'm sure father won't let us have any powder," said Peter
+disconsolately. "You can't think how I burnt the end of my nose last
+Fourth with powder! It was so sore I couldn't blow it for a week!"
+
+The boys all burst out laughing at this dreadful disaster, and George
+said, "You weren't lighting it with the end of your nose, were you?"
+
+"No; but I was stooping over, charging one of my cannon, and I dropped
+the 'punk' right in the muzzle somehow, and, would you believe it, the
+nasty thing went off and burnt my nose! and father said I shouldn't play
+with powder any more, because I might have put out my eyes."
+
+"Well, we must take it out in marching, then," said Freddy, with a
+tremendous sigh.
+
+"No, hold on; I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Tom, eagerly. "I have
+some 'double headers' left from the Fourth; we might fire them out of
+the cannon; they make noise enough, I'm sure. I'll write to my mother
+this afternoon and get them."
+
+The boys couldn't help being struck with the generosity of this offer,
+coming from Tom after their late rather unkind treatment of him; and the
+older ones especially were very particular to thank him for his present.
+As soon as dinner was over, he started for the house to ask Mr.
+Schermerhorn to carry his message. As he hurried along the road, his
+bright black eyes sparkling with the happiness of doing a good action,
+he heard trotting steps behind him, felt an arm stealing round his neck,
+schoolboy fashion, and there was Freddy.
+
+"I ran after you all the way," he pantingly said. "I want to tell you,
+dear Tom, how much we are obliged to you for giving us your crackers,
+and how sorry we are that we acted so rudely to you the other day.
+Please forgive us; we all like you so much, and we would feel as mean as
+anything to take your present without begging pardon. George, Peter, and
+I feel truly ashamed of ourselves every time we think of that abominable
+court martial."
+
+"There, old fellow, don't say a word more about it!" was the hearty
+response; and Tom threw his arm affectionately about his companion. "It
+was my fault, Freddy, and all because I was mad at poor old Jerry; how
+silly! I was sorry for what I said right afterward."
+
+"Then we are friends again?" cried Freddy, joyfully.
+
+"Yes; I'll like you as long as I live! and ever so much longer." And so
+we will leave the two on their walk to the house, and close this
+abominably long chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+A GRAND REVIEW.
+
+
+THERE are really scarcely words enough in the dictionary properly to
+describe the immense amount of drill got through with by the Dashahed
+Zouaves between three o'clock that afternoon and twelve, noon, of the
+following day. This Friday afternoon was going to be memorable in
+history for one of the most splendid reviews on record. They almost ran
+poor old Jerry off his legs in their eagerness to go over every possible
+variety of exercise known to "Hardee's Tactics," and nearly dislocated
+their shoulder blades trying to waggle their elbows backward and forward
+all at once when they went at "double quick;" at the same time keeping
+the other arm immovably pinioned to their sides. Then that wonderful
+operation of stacking the rebellious guns, which obstinately clattered
+down nine times and a half out of ten, had to be gone through with, and
+a special understanding promulgated in the corps as to when Jerry's
+"'der arms!" meant "shoulder arms," and when "order arms" (or bringing
+all the muskets down together with a bang); and, in short, there never
+was such a busy time seen in camp before.
+
+Friday morning dawned, if possible, still more splendidly than any of
+the preceding days, with a cool, refreshing breeze, just enough snowy
+clouds in the sky to keep off the fiery summer heat in a measure, and
+not a headache nor a heartache among the Zouaves to mar the pleasure of
+the day. The review was to come off at four o'clock, when the July sun
+would be somewhat diminished in warmth, and from some hints that Jerry
+let fall, Mrs. Lockitt, and the fat cook, Mrs. Mincemeat, were holding
+high council up at the house, over a certain collation to be partaken of
+at the end of the entertainments.
+
+As the day wore on the excitement of our friends the Zouaves increased.
+They could hardly either eat their dinners, or sit down for more than a
+moment at a time; and when, about three o'clock, Mr. Schermerhorn
+entered the busy little camp, he was surrounded directly with a crowd of
+eager questioners, all talking at once, and making as much noise as a
+colony of rooks.
+
+"Patience, patience, my good friends!" laughed Mr. Schermerhorn, holding
+up a finger for silence. "Every one in turn. Tom, here are your 'double
+headers,' with love from your mother. Fred, I saw your father to-day,
+and they are all coming down to the review. George, here is a note left
+for you in my box at the Post Office, and Dashahed Zouaves in
+general--I have one piece of advice to give you. Get dressed quietly,
+and then sit down and rest yourselves. You will be tired out by the end
+of the afternoon, at all events; so don't frisk about more than you can
+help at present;" and Mr. Schermerhorn left the camp; while the boys,
+under strong pressure of Jerry, and the distant notes of a band which
+suddenly began to make itself heard, dressed themselves as nicely as
+they could, and sat down with heroic determination to wait for four
+o'clock.
+
+Presently, carriages began to crunch over the gravel road one after
+another, filled with merry children, and not a few grown people besides.
+Mr. and Mrs. Jourdain, with Bella, were among the first to arrive; and
+soon after the Carltons' barouche drove up. Jessie, for some unknown
+reason, was full of half nervous glee, and broke into innumerable little
+trilling laughs when any one spoke to her. A sheet of lilac note paper,
+folded up tight, which she held in her hand, seemed to have something to
+do with it, and her soft brown curls and spreading muslin skirts were in
+equal danger of irremediable "mussing," as she fidgetted about on the
+carriage seat, fully as restless as any of the Zouaves.
+
+Mr. Schermerhorn received his guests on the piazza, where all the chairs
+in the house, one would think, were placed for the company, as the best
+view of the lawn was from this point. To the extreme right were the
+white tents of the camp, half hidden by the immense trunk of a
+magnificent elm, the only tree that broke the smooth expanse of the
+lawn. On the left a thick hawthorne hedge separated the ornamental
+grounds from the cultivated fields of the place, while in front the view
+was bounded by the blue and sparkling waters of the Sound.
+
+Soon four o'clock struck; and, punctual to the moment, the Zouaves could
+be seen in the distance, forming their ranks. Jerry, in his newest suit
+of regimentals, bustled about here and there, and presently his voice
+was heard shouting, "Are ye all ready now? SQUAD, 'SHUN! HARCH!" and to
+the melodious notes of "Dixie," performed by the band, which was
+stationed nearer the house, the regiment started up the lawn! Jerry
+marching up beside them, and occasionally uttering such mysterious
+mandates as, "Easy in the centre! keep your fours in the wheel! _Steady_
+now!"
+
+Oh, what a burst of delighted applause greeted them as they neared the
+house! The boys hurrahed, the girls clapped their hands, ladies and
+gentlemen waved their hats and handkerchiefs; while the Dashahed
+Zouaves, too soldierly _now_ to grin, drew up in a long line, and stood
+like statues, without so much as winking.
+
+And now the music died away, and everybody was as still as a mouse,
+while Jerry advanced to the front, and issued the preliminary order:
+
+"To the rear--open order!" and the rear rank straightway fell back;
+executing, in fact, that wonderful "tekkinapesstoth'rare" which had
+puzzled them so much on the first day of their drilling. Then came those
+other wonderful orders:
+
+          "P'_sent_ humps!
+          "_Der_ humps!
+          "Gr'_nd_ humps!"
+
+And so on, at which the muskets flew backward and forward, up and down,
+with such wonderful precision. The spectators were delighted beyond
+measure; an enthusiastic young gentleman, with about three hairs on
+each side of his mustache, who belonged to the Twenty-second Regiment,
+declared "It was the best drill he had seen out of his company room!" a
+celebrated artist, whose name I dare not tell for the world, sharpened
+his pencil, and broke the point off three times in his hurry, and at
+last produced the beautiful sketch which appears at the front of this
+volume; while all the little boys who were looking on, felt as if they
+would give every one of their new boots and glass agates to belong to
+the gallant Dashahed Zouaves.
+
+[Illustration: "DOUBLE-QUICK."]
+
+After the guns had been put in every possible variety of position, the
+regiment went through their marching. They broke into companies,
+formed the line again, divided in two equal parts, called "breaking into
+platoons," showed how to "wheel on the right flank," and all manner of
+other mysteries.
+
+Finally, they returned to their companies, and on Jerry's giving the
+order, they started at "double quick" (which is the most comical
+tritty-trot movement you can think of), dashed down the slope of the
+lawn, round the great elm, up hill again full speed, and in a moment
+more were drawn up in unbroken lines before the house, and standing once
+again like so many statues.
+
+It was really splendid! Round after round of applause greeted the
+Zouaves, who kept their positions for a moment, then snatching off
+their saucy little fez caps, they gave the company three cheers in
+return, of the most tremendous description; which quite took away the
+little remaining breath they had after the "double quick."
+
+Thus ended the first part of the review; and now, with the assistance of
+their rather Lilliputian battery, and Tom's double headers, they went
+through some firing quite loud enough to make the little girls start and
+jump uncomfortably; so this part of the entertainment was brought to
+rather a sudden conclusion. Jerry had just issued the order, "Close up
+in ranks to dismiss," when Mr. Schermerhorn, who, with Miss Carlton and
+Jessie, had left the piazza a few minutes before, came forward, saying,
+"Have the goodness to wait a moment, Colonel; there is one more ceremony
+to go through with."
+
+The boys looked at each other in silent curiosity, wondering what could
+be coming; when, all at once, the chairs on the piazza huddled back in a
+great hurry, to make a lane for a beautiful little figure, which came
+tripping from the open door.
+
+It was Jessie; but a great change had been made in her appearance. Over
+her snowy muslin skirts she had a short classic tunic of red, white, and
+blue silk; a wreath of red and white roses and bright blue jonquils
+encircled her curls, and in her hand she carried a superb banner. It
+was made of dark blue silk, trimmed with gold fringe; on one side was
+painted an American eagle, and on the other the words "Dashahed
+Zouaves," surrounded with a blaze of glory and gold stars. She advanced
+to the edge of the piazza, and in a clear, sweet voice, a little
+tremulous, but very distinct, she said:
+
+          "COLONEL AND BRAVE SOLDIERS:
+
+          "I congratulate you, in the name of our friends,
+          on the success you have achieved. You have shown
+          us to-day what Young America can do; and as a
+          testimonial of our high admiration, I present you
+          the colors of your regiment!
+
+          "Take them, as the assurance that our hearts are
+          with you; bear them as the symbol of the Cause you
+          have enlisted under; and should you fall beneath
+          them on the field of battle, I bid you lay down
+          your lives cheerfully for the flag of your
+          country, and breathe with your last sigh the name
+          of the Union! Colonel, take your colors!"
+
+Freddy's cheeks grew crimson, and the great tears swelled to his eyes as
+he advanced to take the flag which Jessie held toward him. And now our
+little Colonel came out bright, sure enough. Perhaps not another member
+of the regiment, called upon to make a speech in this way, could have
+thought of a word to reply; but Freddy's quick wit supplied him with
+the right ideas; and it was with a proud, happy face, and clear voice
+that he responded:
+
+          "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:
+
+          "I thank you, in the name of my regiment, for the
+          honor you have done us. Inspired by your praises,
+          proud to belong to the army of the Republic, we
+          hope to go on as we have begun. To your kindness
+          we owe the distinguishing colors under which we
+          march hereafter; and by the Union for which we
+          fight, they shall never float over a retreating
+          battalion!"
+
+Oh! the cheers and clapping of hands which followed this little speech!
+Everybody was looking at Freddy as he stood there, the colors in his
+hand, and the bright flush on his cheek, with the greatest admiration.
+Of course, his parents weren't proud of him; certainly not!
+
+But the wonders were not at an end yet; for suddenly the band began
+playing a new air, and to this accompaniment, the sweet voice of some
+lady unseen, but which sounded to those who knew, wonderfully like Miss
+Lucy Carlton's, sang the following patriotic ballad:
+
+          "We will stand by our Flag--let it lead where it will--
+          Our hearts and our hopes fondly cling to it still;
+          Through battle and danger our Cause must be won--
+          Yet forward! undaunted we'll follow it on!
+          'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! still unsullied and bright,
+          As when first its fair stars lit oppression's dark night
+          And the standard that guides us forever shall be
+          The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!
+
+          "A handful of living--an army of dead,
+          The last charge been made and the last prayer been said;
+          What is it--as sad we retreat from the plain
+          That cheers us, and nerves us to rally again?
+          'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! to our country God-given,
+          That gleams through our ranks like a glory from heaven!
+          And the foe, as they fly, in our vanguard shall see
+          The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!
+
+          "We will fight for the Flag, by the love that we bear
+          In the Union and Freedom, we'll baffle despair;
+          Trust on in our country, strike home for the right,
+          And Treason shall vanish like mists of the night.
+          Then cheer the old Flag! every star in it glows,
+          The terror of traitors! the curse of our foes!
+          And the victory that crowns us shall glorified be,
+          'Neath the Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!"
+
+As the song ended, there was another tumult of applause; and then the
+band struck up a lively quickstep, and the company, with the Zouaves
+marching ahead, poured out on the lawn toward the camp, where a
+bountiful collation was awaiting them, spread on the regimental table.
+Two splendid pyramids of flowers ornamented the centre, and all manner
+of "goodies," as the children call them, occupied every inch of space on
+the sides. At the head of the table Jerry had contrived a canopy from a
+large flag, and underneath this, Miss Jessie, Colonel Freddy, with the
+other officers, and some favored young ladies of their own age, took
+their seats. The other children found places around the table, and a
+merrier féte champêtre never was seen. The band continued to play lively
+airs from time to time, and I really can give you my word as an author,
+that nobody looked cross for a single minute!
+
+Between you and me, little reader, there had been a secret arrangement
+among the grown folks interested in the regiment, to get all this up in
+such fine style. Every one had contributed something to give the Zouaves
+their flag and music, while to Mr. Schermerhorn it fell to supply the
+supper; and arrangements had been made and invitations issued since the
+beginning of the week. The regiment, certainly, had the credit, however,
+of getting up the review, it only having been the idea of their good
+friends to have the entertainment and flag presentation. So there was a
+pleasant surprise on both sides; and each party in the transaction, was
+quite as much astonished and delighted as the other could wish.
+
+The long sunset shadows were rapidly stealing over the velvet sward as
+the company rose from table, adding a new charm to the beauty of the
+scene. Everywhere the grass was dotted with groups of elegant ladies and
+gentlemen, and merry children, in light summer dresses and quaintly
+pretty uniforms. The little camp, with the stacks of guns down its
+centre, the bayonets flashing in the last rays of the sun, was all
+crowded and brilliant with happy people; looking into the tents and
+admiring their exquisite order, inspecting the bright muskets, and
+listening eagerly or good-humoredly, as they happened to be children or
+grown people, to the explanations and comments of the Zouaves.
+
+And on the little grassy knoll, where the flag staff was planted,
+central figure of the scene, stood Colonel Freddy, silent and thoughtful
+for the first time to-day, with Jerry beside him. The old man had
+scarcely left his side since the boy took the flag; he would permit no
+one else to wait upon him at table, and his eyes followed him as he
+moved among the gay crowd, with a glance of the utmost pride and
+affection. The old volunteer seemed to feel that the heart of a soldier
+beat beneath the little dandy ruffled shirt and gold-laced jacket of the
+young Colonel. Suddenly, the boy snatches up again the regimental
+colors; the Stars and Stripes, and little Jessie's flag, and shakes
+them out to the evening breeze; and as they flash into view and once
+more the cheers of the Zouaves greet their colors, he says, with
+quivering lip and flashing eye, "Jerry, if God spares me to be a man,
+I'll live and die a soldier!"
+
+The soft evening light was deepening into night, and the beautiful
+planet Venus rising in the west, when the visitors bade adieu to the
+camp; the Zouaves were shaken hands with until their wrists fairly
+ached; and then they all shook hands with "dear" Jessie, as Charley was
+heard to call her before the end of the day, and heard her say in her
+soft little voice how sorry she was they must go to-morrow (though she
+certainly couldn't have been sorrier than _they_ were), and then the
+good people all got into their carriages again, and drove off; waving
+their handkerchiefs for good-by as long as the camp could be seen; and
+so, with the sound of the last wheels dying away in the distance, ended
+the very end of
+
+                                THE GRAND REVIEW.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--AND LAST.
+
+"HOME, SWEET HOME."
+
+
+AND now, at last, had come that "day of disaster," when Camp McClellan
+must be deserted. The very sun didn't shine so brilliantly as usual,
+thought the Zouaves; and it was positively certain that the past five
+days, although they had occurred in the middle of summer, were the very
+shortest ever known! Eleven o'clock was the hour appointed for the
+breaking up of the camp, in order that they might return to the city by
+the early afternoon boat.
+
+"Is it possible we have been here a week?" exclaimed Jimmy, as he sat
+down to breakfast. "It seems as if we had only come yesterday."
+
+"What a jolly time it has been!" chimed in Charley Spicer. "I don't want
+to go to Newport a bit. Where are you going, Tom?"
+
+"To Baltimore--but I don't mean to Secesh!" added Tom, with a little
+blush. "I have a cousin in the Palmetto Guards at Charleston, and that's
+one too many rebels in the family."
+
+"Never mind!" cried George Chadwick; "the Pringles are a first rate
+family; the rest of you are loyal enough, I'm sure!" and George gave
+Tom such a slap on the back, in token of his good will, that it quite
+brought the tears into his eyes.
+
+When breakfast was over, the Zouaves repaired to their tents, and
+proceeded to pack their clothes away out of the lockers. They were not
+very scientific packers, and, in fact, the usual mode of doing the
+business was to ram everything higgledy-piggledy into their valises, and
+then jump on them until they consented to come together and be locked.
+Presently Jerry came trotting down with a donkey cart used on the farm,
+and under his directions the boys folded their blankets neatly up, and
+placed them in the vehicle, which then drove off with its load, leaving
+them to get out and pile together the other furnishings of the tents;
+for, of course, as soldiers, they were expected to wind up their own
+affairs, and we all know that boys will do considerable _hard work_ when
+it comes in the form of _play_. Just as the cart, with its vicious
+little wrong-headed steed, had tugged, and jerked, and worried itself
+out of sight, a light basket carriage, drawn by two dashing black
+Canadian ponies, drew up opposite the camp, and the reins were let fall
+by a young lady in a saucy "pork pie" straw hat, who was driving--no
+other than Miss Carlton, with Jessie beside her. The boys eagerly
+surrounded the little carriage, and Miss Carlton said, laughing, "Jessie
+begged so hard for a last look at the camp, that I had to bring her. So
+you are really going away?"
+
+"Really," repeated Freddy; "but I am so glad you came, Miss Jessie, just
+in time to see us off."
+
+"You know soldiers take themselves away houses and all," said George;
+"you will see the tents come down with a run presently."
+
+"And here comes Jerry to help us!" added Harry. As he spoke, the donkey
+cart rattled up, and Jerry, touching his cap to the ladies, got out, and
+prepared to superintend the downfall of the tents. By his directions,
+two of the Zouaves went to each tent, and pulled the stakes first from
+one corner, then the other; then they grasped firmly the pole which
+supported the centre, and when the sergeant ejaculated "Now!" like a
+flash! the tents slid smoothly to the ground all at the same moment,
+just as you may have made a row of blocks fall down by upsetting the
+first one.
+
+And now came the last ceremony, the hauling down of the flag.
+
+"Stand by to fire a salute!" shouted Jerry, and instantly a company was
+detached, who brought the six little cannon under the flagstaff, and
+charged them with the last of the double headers, saved for this
+purpose; Freddy stood close to the flagstaff, with the halyards ready in
+his hands. Crack! fizz! went six matches for the cannon. "Make ready!
+apply light, FIRE!"
+
+BANG! and the folds of the flag stream out proudly in the breeze, as it
+rapidly descends the halyards, and flutters softly to the greensward.
+
+There was perfectly dead silence for a moment; then the voice of Mr.
+Schermerhorn was heard calling, "Come, boys, are you ready? Jump in,
+then, it is time to start for the boat." The boys turned and saw the
+carriages which had brought them so merrily to the camp waiting to
+convey them once more to the wharf; while a man belonging to the farm
+was rapidly piling the regimental luggage into a wagon.
+
+With sorrowful faces the Zouaves clustered around the pretty pony
+chaise; shaking hands once more with Jessie, and internally vowing to
+adore her as long as they lived. Then they got into the carriages, and
+old Jerry grasped Freddy's hand with an affectionate "Good-by, my little
+Colonel, God bless ye! Old Jerry won't never forget your noble face as
+long as he lives." It would have seemed like insulting the old man to
+offer him money in return for his loving admiration, but the handsome
+gilt-edged Bible that found its way to him soon after the departure of
+the regiment, was inscribed with the irregular schoolboy signature of
+"Freddy Jourdain, with love to his old friend Jeremiah Pike."
+
+As for the regimental standards, they were found to be rather beyond
+the capacity of a rockaway crammed full of Zouaves, so Tom insisted on
+riding on top of the baggage, that he might have the pleasure of
+carrying them all the way. Up he mounted, as brisk as a lamplighter,
+with that monkey, Peter, after him, the flags were handed up, and with
+three ringing cheers, the vehicles started at a rapid trot, and the
+regiment was fairly off. They almost broke their necks leaning back to
+see the last of "dear Jessie," until the locusts hid them from sight,
+when they relapsed into somewhat dismal silence for full five minutes.
+
+As Peter was going on to Niagara with his father, Mr. Schermerhorn
+accompanied the regiment to the city, which looked dustier and red
+brickier (what a word!) than ever, now that they were fresh from the
+lovely green of the country. By Mr. Schermerhorn's advice, the party
+took possession of two empty Fifth avenue stages which happened to be
+waiting at the Fulton ferry, and rode slowly up Broadway to Chambers
+street, where Peter and his father bid them good-by, and went off to the
+dépôt. As Peter had declined changing his clothes before he left, they
+had to travel all the way to Buffalo with our young friend in this
+unusual guise; but, as people had become used to seeing soldiers
+parading about in uniform, they didn't seem particularly surprised,
+whereat Master Peter was rather disappointed.
+
+To go back to the Zouaves, however. When the stages turned into Fifth
+avenue, they decided to get out; and after forming their ranks in fine
+style, they marched up the avenue, on the sidewalk this time, stopping
+at the various houses or street corners where they must bid adieu to one
+and another of their number, promising to see each other again as soon
+as possible.
+
+At last only Tom and Freddy were left to go home by themselves. As they
+marched along, keeping faultless step, Freddy exclaimed, "I tell you
+what, Tom! I mean to ask my father, the minute he comes home, to let me
+go to West Point as soon as I leave school! I must be a soldier--I
+can't think of anything else!"
+
+"That's just what I mean to do!" cried Tom, with sparkling eyes; "and,
+Fred, if you get promoted before me, promise you will have me in your
+regiment, won't you?"
+
+"Yes I will, certainly!" answered Freddy; "but you're the oldest, Tom,
+and, you know, the oldest gets promoted first; so mind you don't forget
+me when you come to your command!"
+
+As he spoke, they reached his own home; and our hero, glad after all to
+come back to father, mother, and sister, bounded up the steps, and rang
+the bell good and _hard_, just to let Joseph know that a personage of
+eminence had arrived. As the door opened, he turned gayly round, cap in
+hand, saying, "Good-by, Maryland; you've left the regiment, but you'll
+never leave the Union!" and the last words he heard Tom say were, "No,
+by George, _never_!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And now, dear little readers, my boy friends in particular, the history
+of Freddy Jourdain must close. He still lives in New York, and attends
+Dr. Larned's school, where he is at the head of all his classes.
+
+The Dashahed Zouaves have met very often since the encampment, and had
+many a good drill in their room--the large attic floor which Mr.
+Jourdain allowed them for their special accommodation, and where the
+beautiful regimental colors are carefully kept, to be proudly displayed
+in every parade of the Zouaves.
+
+When he is sixteen, the boy Colonel is to enter West Point Academy, and
+learn to be a real soldier; while Tom--poor Tom, who went down to
+Baltimore that pleasant July month, promising so faithfully to join
+Freddy in the cadet corps, may never see the North again.
+
+And in conclusion let me say, that should our country again be in danger
+in after years, which God forbid, we may be sure that first in the
+field, and foremost in the van of the grand army, will be our gallant
+young friend,
+
+                                 COLONEL FREDDY.
+
+
+
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+IT took a great many Saturday afternoons to finish the story of "Colonel
+Freddy," and the children returned to it at each reading with renewed
+and breathless interest. George and Helen couldn't help jumping up off
+their seats once or twice and clapping their hands with delight when
+anything specially exciting took place in the pages of the wonderful
+story that was seen "before it was printed," and a great many "oh's" and
+"ah's" testified to their appreciation of the gallant "Dashahed
+Zouaves." They laughed over the captive Tom, and cried over the true
+story of the old sergeant; and when at length the very last word had
+been read, and their mother had laid down the manuscript, George sprang
+up once more, exclaiming; "Oh, I wish I could be a boy soldier! Mamma,
+mayn't I recruit a regiment and camp out too?" "And oh! if I could only
+present a flag!" cried his sister; "I wish I had been Jessie; what a
+pity it wasn't all true!"
+
+"And what if I should tell you," said their mother, laughing, "that a
+little bird has whispered in my ear that 'Colonel Freddy' was
+wonderfully like your little Long Island friend Hilton R----?"
+
+"Oh, mamma! why, what makes you think so?"
+
+"Oh, something funny I heard about him last summer; never mind what!"
+
+The children wisely concluded that it was no use to ask any more
+questions; at the same moment solemnly resolving that the very next time
+they paid a visit to their aunt, who lived at Astoria, they would beg
+her to let them drive over to Mr. R----'s place, and find out all about
+it.
+
+After this, there were no more readings for several Saturdays; but at
+last one morning when the children had almost given up all hopes of more
+stories, George opened his eyes on the sock hanging against the door,
+which looked more bulgy than ever. "Hurrah!" he shouted; "Aunt Fanny's
+daughter hasn't forgotten us, after all!" and dressing himself in a
+double quick, helter-skelter fashion, George dashed out into the entry,
+forgot his good resolution, and slid down the banisters like a streak of
+lightning and began pummelling on his sister's door with both fists;
+shouting, "Come, get up! get up, Nelly! here's another Sock story for
+us!"
+
+This delightful announcement was quite sufficient to make Helen's
+stockings, which she was just drawing on in a lazy fashion, fly up to
+their places in a hurry; then she popped her button-over boots on the
+wrong feet, and had to take them off and try again; and, in short, the
+whole of her dressing was an excellent illustration of that time-honored
+maxim, "The more _haste_, the worse _speed_;" George, meanwhile,
+performing a distracted Indian war dance in the entry outside, until his
+father opened his door and wanted to know what the racket was all about.
+
+"Socks! socks! father!" cried George, joyfully.
+
+At this moment Helen came out, and the two children scampered down
+stairs, and sitting down side by side on the sofa, they proceeded to
+examine this second instalment of the Sock stories. They found it was
+again a whole book; and the title, on a little page by itself, read
+"GERMAN SOCKS."
+
+"Oh, I am so glad!" said Helen. "These must be more stories like that
+dear 'Little White Angel.'"
+
+And so they proved to be; for, on their mother's commencing to read the
+first story, it was found to be called, "God's Pensioners;" and
+commenced, "It was a cold--" but stop! halt! This book was to be devoted
+to "Colonel Freddy;" but if you will only go to Mr. Leavitt's, the
+publishers, you will there discover what was the rest of the second Sock
+Stories.
+
+          THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+Page 41, "dilemna" changed to "dilemma" (horns of this dilemma)
+
+Page 81, "arttisically" changed to "artistically" (his fork
+artistically)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by 
+Sarah L. Barrow
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+***** This file should be named 29594-8.txt or 29594-8.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+        http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/5/9/29594/
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+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.  Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark.  Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission.  If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy.  You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research.  They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.  Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at
+http://gutenberg.org/license).
+
+
+Section 1.  General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A.  By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement.  If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B.  "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark.  It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.  There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement.  See
+paragraph 1.C below.  There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.  See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C.  The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works.  Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States.  If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed.  Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work.  You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D.  The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work.  Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change.  If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work.  The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E.  Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1.  The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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
+
+1.E.2.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges.  If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder.  Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4.  Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5.  Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6.  You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form.  However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form.  Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7.  Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8.  You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+     the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+     you already use to calculate your applicable taxes.  The fee is
+     owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+     has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+     Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.  Royalty payments
+     must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+     prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+     returns.  Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+     sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+     address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+     the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+     you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+     does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+     License.  You must require such a user to return or
+     destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+     and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+     Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+     money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+     electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+     of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+     distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9.  If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark.  Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1.  Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection.  Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2.  LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees.  YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.  YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3.  LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from.  If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation.  The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund.  If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund.  If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4.  Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5.  Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law.  The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6.  INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section  2.  Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.  It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need, are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come.  In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org.
+
+
+Section 3.  Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service.  The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541.  Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at
+http://pglaf.org/fundraising.  Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations.  Its business office is located at
+809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
+business@pglaf.org.  Email contact links and up to date contact
+information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official
+page at http://pglaf.org
+
+For additional contact information:
+     Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+     Chief Executive and Director
+     gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+
+Section 4.  Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment.  Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States.  Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements.  We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.  To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit http://pglaf.org
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States.  U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses.  Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5.  General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone.  For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included.  Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+     http://www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
diff --git a/29594-8.zip b/29594-8.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..5256a1f
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-8.zip
diff --git a/29594-h.zip b/29594-h.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..8a61d69
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-h.zip
diff --git a/29594-h/29594-h.htm b/29594-h/29594-h.htm
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..06b6cc5
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-h/29594-h.htm
@@ -0,0 +1,3192 @@
+<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN"
+    "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">
+
+<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en">
+  <head>
+    <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" />
+    <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" />
+    <title>
+      The Project Gutenberg eBook of Red, White, and Blue Socks, Part Second, by "Aunt Fanny's" Daughter.
+    </title>
+    <style type="text/css">
+
+    p {margin-top: .75em;
+       text-align: justify;
+       text-indent: 1.25em;
+       margin-bottom: .75em;
+        }
+    img {border: 0;}
+    .tnote      {border: dashed 1px; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; padding-bottom: .5em; padding-top: .5em;
+                  padding-left: .5em; padding-right: .5em;}
+    ins {text-decoration:none;  border-bottom: thin dotted gray;}
+    h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 {
+         text-align: center; /* all headings centered */
+         clear: both;
+         }
+    hr { width: 33%;
+	 margin-top: 2em;
+	 margin-bottom: 2em;
+         margin-left: auto;
+         margin-right: auto;
+         clear: both;
+       }
+
+    table {margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;}
+
+    body{margin-left: 10%;
+         margin-right: 10%;
+        }
+
+    .pagenum  { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */
+            /*  visibility: hidden;  */
+                position: absolute;
+                left: 92%;
+                font-size: smaller;
+                text-align: right;
+              } /* page numbers */
+     .copyright {text-align: center; font-size: 70%;}
+    .blockquot{margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 10%; text-align: justify;}
+
+    .bbox     {border: solid 2px; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; padding-bottom: .5em; padding-top: .5em;
+                  padding-left: .5em; padding-right: .5em;}
+
+    .center   {text-align: center;}
+    .smcap    {font-variant: small-caps;}
+
+    .caption  {font-weight: bold; font-size: 70%;}
+
+    .figcenter   {margin: auto; text-align: center;}
+
+    .figleft     {float: left; clear: left; margin-left: 0; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top:
+                 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 0; text-align: center;}
+
+    .figright    {float: right; clear: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;
+                 margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0; padding: 0; text-align: center;}
+
+    .unindent {margin-top: .75em;
+       text-align: justify;
+       margin-bottom: .75em;
+        }
+    .right    {text-align: right;}
+    .poem      {margin-left: 30%; margin-right: 10%; text-align: left;}
+    .poem2   {margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 10%; text-align: left;}
+    .sig    {margin-right: 10%; text-align: right;}
+
+    </style>
+  </head>
+<body>
+
+
+<pre>
+
+Project Gutenberg's Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by Sarah L. Barrow
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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: Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second
+       Being the Second Book of the Series
+
+Author: Sarah L. Barrow
+
+Release Date: August 3, 2009 [EBook #29594]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+</pre>
+
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="550" height="402" alt="BULL RUN." title="" />
+<span class="caption">BULL RUN.</span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<h3>THE SOCK STORIES,</h3>
+
+<h4>BY "AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER.</h4>
+
+<h1>RED, WHITE, AND BLUE<br />
+
+SOCKS.</h1>
+
+<h2>Part Second.</h2>
+
+<div class='center'><b>BEING</b></div>
+
+<h3>THE FIRST BOOK OF THE SERIES.</h3>
+
+<div class='center'><b>BY</b></div>
+
+<h2>"AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER,</h2>
+
+<div class='center'>THE AUTHOR OF "THE LITTLE WHITE ANGEL."<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+NEW YORK:<br />
+LEAVITT &amp; ALLEN, 21 &amp; 23 MERCER ST.<br />
+1863.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class='copyright'>
+<span class="smcap">Entered</span>, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by<br />
+S. L. BARROW,<br />
+In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the<br />
+Southern District of New York.<br />
+<br />
+JOHN F. TROW,<br />
+<span class="smcap">Printer, Stereotyper, and Electrotyper,</span><br />
+50 Greene Street, New York.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS OF VOL. II.</h2>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'>&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'>COLONEL FREDDY; <span class="smcap">or, the March and Encampment of<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the Dashahed Zouaves,</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='right'>CHAP. I.</td><td align='left'>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Belligerent Powers,</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='right'>II.</td><td align='left'>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Bull Run,</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='right'>III.</td><td align='left'>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Before Monterey,</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='right'>IV.</td><td align='left'>&mdash;<span class="smcap">A Grand Review,</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='right'>V.</td><td align='left'>&mdash;<span class="smcap">"Home! Sweet Home!"</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left' colspan='2'><span class="smcap">Conclusion,</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
+<h2>COLONEL FREDDY;</h2>
+
+<h4>OR,</h4>
+
+<h3>THE MARCH AND ENCAMPMENT OF THE DASHAHED ZOUAVES.</h3>
+
+<h3>PART II.</h3>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<h3>BELLIGERENT POWERS.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Tuesday</span> morning dawned "as clear
+as a bell," as an old lady once said,
+and the Dashahed Zouaves, if not
+exactly up with the sun, were awake
+and stirring at a much earlier hour
+than usual; and after a rather more
+careful washing and brushing than
+soldiers usually indulge in, assembled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
+on the lawn, looking as bright as their
+own buttons.</p>
+
+<p>"What fun it is to be soldiers!"
+cried a little lisping fellow, one of the
+privates. "I only wish thome Southerners
+would come along now, and
+you'd thee how I'd <i>thmash</i> 'em."</p>
+
+<p>"Bravo, Louie!" said Harry,
+laughing; "I dare say, if we were to
+go to the wars, you'd keep on fighting
+the battles of your country till you
+were chopped into inch bits!"</p>
+
+<p>"And pickled! I expect to be
+made Lieutenant-general, Commander-in-chief,
+Colonel, Major, Captain,
+Lieutenant, Sergeant Hamilton at the
+very least!"</p>
+
+<p>"Pooh! that's nothing to the feats
+of bravery I intend to perform!" cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+Peter. "In my first battle I shall
+capture a 2,000-pound columbiad with
+one hand tied behind me, and carry
+it home for a paper weight!"</p>
+
+<p>"While I'm charging a regiment
+of mounted infantry single handed,
+and making them throw away their
+swords, and pistols, and things, and
+run for that 'last ditch' of theirs
+double quick!" said Will Costar,
+laughing; "but here comes breakfast,
+I'm happy to say. It strikes me
+camping out makes a fellow awful
+hungry, as well as no end of brave."</p>
+
+<p>A servant who had been sent from
+the house with breakfast materials,
+now approached, and the table being
+laid, the soldiers drew their camp
+stools around it; Colonel Freddy sitting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+at the head and pouring out coffee
+with great gravity. Everything
+was going on smoothly enough, when
+Harry tilted the tray on one side, and
+Charley knocked his elbow on the
+other, and away went the coffee to
+the very end of the table!</p>
+
+<p>"Charley," exclaimed the Colonel,
+severely, "what do you mean, sir?
+I'll have you put in arrest if you don't
+look out!"</p>
+
+<p>"Who'll put me there?"</p>
+
+<p>"Me!" shouted Peter. "I'm the
+boy to manage refractories. You'll
+see how I will come after you with a
+sharp stick&mdash;bayonet, I mean&mdash;and
+put you in arrest like that!" snapping
+his fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"By the way, when we've caught<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+our rebels, where is the prison to be?"
+asked Jimmy.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, in the smoke house. There's
+a patent spring bolt on the door&mdash;father
+had it fixed the last time we
+had hams made; and if anybody was
+once in there, they'd never get out in
+the world, unless they could draw
+themselves fine like a wire and squeeze
+through the chimney."</p>
+
+<p>"We'll take care to keep out of it,
+then!" said Charley; "so, Colonel,
+I beg pardon for tilting the biggin&mdash;I
+didn't mean to do it so much&mdash;really!"</p>
+
+<p>"I, too!" cried Harry; "shake
+hands, old chap!"</p>
+
+<p>Good-tempered Freddy, always
+ready to "make up," caught a hand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+of each of his comrades, and breakfast
+went on amicably.</p>
+
+<p>Now, there lived in the house an
+old English man servant named Jerry
+Pike. He had formerly been a groom
+and attendant on Peter's uncle, Major
+Schermerhorn, and volunteered in the
+army at the time of the war with
+Mexico, that he might follow his dear
+master, whom he had served and loved
+ever since the Major was a mere boy.
+He had fought bravely beside him in
+many a hard battle, and, for his gallant
+conduct, been promoted to the
+rank of sergeant. When the hand of
+death removed that kind master, Mr.
+Schermerhorn had gladly taken Jerry
+to his own house, and promised him
+that should be his home as long as he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+lived. So now, like a gallant old war
+horse, who has a fresh green paddock,
+and lives in clover in his infirm age,
+Jerry not only stood at ease, but lived
+at ease; and worked or not as he felt
+disposed.</p>
+
+<p>When breakfast was over, Peter
+suddenly cried out, "I say, fellows, suppose
+we employ ourselves by having a
+drill! You know old Jerry that I
+told you about? I'll ask him to give
+us a lesson!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! that will be grand fun!"
+said Freddy. "Do go and find him,
+Peter; I should really like to learn
+how to drill as the soldiers do; so
+when General McClellan comes along,
+he'll admire us as much as the English
+General, old Sir Goutby Slogo, did the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+Seventh Regiment when they paraded
+before the Prince. 'Really, most extraordinary
+style of marching these
+American troops have,' said he, 'most
+hequal to the 'Orse Guards and the
+Hoxford Blues coming down Regent
+street!'"</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile, Peter had scampered
+off to the house, and in a short time
+returned with a comical-looking little
+old man, dressed in faded regimentals.</p>
+
+<p>He touched his cap to the boys as
+he approached, in military style, and
+then drew himself up so very stiff and
+straight, awaiting their orders, that,
+as Freddy whispered to Tom, it was a
+perfect wonder he didn't snap short
+off at the waist.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Jerry," began the Colonel,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+"we want you to give us a <i>real</i> drill,
+you know, just as you used to learn."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, a regular one!" chimed in
+the rest; "we'll run for our guns."</p>
+
+<p>"Not fur your fust drill, I reckon,
+genl'men. You'll do bad enough without
+'em, hech, hech!" cackled Jerry.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well&mdash;come begin then,
+Jerry!" cried impatient Will.</p>
+
+<p>"Are ye all ready?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, and waiting."</p>
+
+<p>"Then, genl'men, <span class="smcap">Fall in</span>!" exclaimed
+the sergeant, the first two
+words being uttered in his natural
+voice, but the last in an awful sepulchral
+tone, like two raps on the base
+kettle drum. Off duty, Jerry rather
+resembled a toy soldier, but when in
+giving his orders he stiffened his body,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
+threw up his head, and stuck out his
+hands, he looked so like the wooden
+figures out of Noah's ark, that the
+boys burst into a shout of laughter.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, genl'men," exclaimed Jerry
+in a severe tone, "this won't do. Silence
+in the ranks. Squad! 'Shun.
+The fust manoover I shel teach you,
+genl'men, is the manoover of 'parade
+rest.' Now look at me, and do as I
+do."</p>
+
+<p>Anybody would have supposed,
+naturally enough, that to stand at rest
+meant to put your hands in your pockets
+and lean against a tree; but what
+Jerry did, was to slap his right hand
+against his left, like a torpedo going
+off, and fold them together; stick out
+his left foot, lean heavily upon his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+right, and look more like a Dutch doll
+than ever.</p>
+
+<p>The boys accordingly endeavored
+to imitate this performance; but when
+they came to try it, a difficulty arose.
+Whatever might be their usual ideas
+on the subject, there was a diversity
+of opinion now as to the proper foot to
+be advanced, and a wild uncertainty
+which was the left foot. The new soldiers
+shuffled backward and forward
+as if they were dancing hornpipes;
+while Jerry shouted, "Now, then,
+genl'men, I can't hear them hands
+come together smartly as I'd wished,
+not like a row of Jarsey cider bottles
+a poppin' one arter the other, but
+all at once. Now, then, SQUAD!
+'SHUN!" in a voice of thunder,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+"Stan' at parade rest! No&mdash;no&mdash;them
+<i>lef futs</i> adwanced! Well if
+ever!" And Jerry in his indignation
+gave himself such a thump on his
+chest that he knocked all the breath
+out of his body, and had to wait some
+moments before he could go on; while
+the boys, bubbling over with fun, took
+his scoldings in high good humor, and
+shrieked with laughter at their own
+ridiculous blunders, to the high wrath
+of their ancient instructor; who was
+so deeply interested and in earnest
+about his pursuit, that he didn't fail
+to lecture them well for their "insubornation;"
+which, indeed, nobody
+minded, except Tom Pringle, who, by
+the by, was from Maryland, and
+many of whose relations were down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+South. He had been looking rather
+sulky from the beginning of the drill,
+and now suddenly stepped from his
+place in the ranks, exclaiming, "I
+won't play! now I vow I won't!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Tom, what is the matter?
+Are you mad at us?" cried half a
+dozen voices at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Humm&mdash;" grumbled sulky Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"What say? I can't hear you,"
+said Freddy. "Nonsense, Tom, don't
+be poky, come back and drill."</p>
+
+<p>"I won't! Let us alone, will
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"All we want is, let us alone!"
+chanted Peter. "There, Fred, let him
+be cross if he wants to, we can play
+without him;" and the boys ran back
+to their places in the ranks, Freddy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+calling out, "Come fellows, let's try
+that old parade rest once more;" and
+on Jerry's giving the command, they
+really <i>did</i> do it this time, and were
+pronounced capable of passing to
+grander evolutions.</p>
+
+<p>The first of these was the turn
+about so as to fall in ranks; something
+the Dashahed Zouaves hadn't
+dreamt of before. Get into ranks?
+Nothing could be easier than to stand
+four in a row, as they had done before;
+but when it came to "right
+face," most of the soldiers were found
+to have opposite views on the subject,
+and faced each other, to their mutual
+astonishment. The natural consequence
+was, that in three seconds the
+regiment was in such a snarl and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+huddle, that no one could tell which
+rank he belonged to or anything else;
+so Jerry, perfectly purple in the face
+with shouting, by way of helping them
+out of the scrape, gave them the following
+remarkable advice: "Squad,
+'shun! At th' wud 'Foz' the rer-rank
+will stepsmartly off wi' th' leffut,
+tekkinapesstoth' rare&mdash;Fo-o-o-res!"</p>
+
+<p>"W-h-a-t!" was the unanimous
+exclamation.</p>
+
+<p>Jerry repeated his mandate, which,
+after infinite puzzling (the honest sergeant
+being no assistance whatever),
+was discovered to mean, "At the
+word 'Fours,' the rear rank will step
+smartly off with the left foot, taking a
+pace to the rear. Fours!"</p>
+
+<p>This difficulty solved, the next<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+"article on the programme," as Peter
+said, was the command March! or
+"harch!" according to Jerry.</p>
+
+<p>Out stepped Freddy, confident that
+he knew this much at any rate, followed
+by the others; but here again
+that celebrated left foot got them into
+trouble. The right foot <i>would</i> pop out
+here and there, and as sure as it did,
+at the third step the unlucky Zouave
+found his leg firmly stuck between the
+ankles of the boy in front; and the
+"man" behind him treading on his
+heels in a way calculated to aggravate
+a saint; while meantime, the fellows
+in the rear rank, who were forever
+falling behind while they were staring
+at their feet to make sure which was
+the left one, <i>would</i> endeavor to make<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+up for it by taking a wide straddling
+step all of a sudden, and encircled the
+legs of people in front; a proceeding
+which, not being in accordance with
+"Hardee's Tactics," was not received
+with approbation by Jerry; who,
+looking at them with a sort of deprecating
+pity, hoarsely said, "Now,
+Company D! wot&mdash;wrong agin?
+fowod squad! wun, too, three, foore;
+hup! hup! hup! hold your head up,
+Mr. Fred; turn out your toes, Master
+William, and keep <span class="smcap">steady</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>"Goody!" exclaimed Freddy at
+last, stopping short in the middle of
+his marching, "I can't stand this any
+longer! There, Jerry, we've had drill
+enough, thank you; I am knocked
+into a cocked hat, for my part!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Very well, sir; it <i>is</i> powerful
+hot; an' I must say you young genl'men
+have kep' at it steadier nor I expected,
+a gred deal."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, Jerry," said George,
+laughing, "we shall not forget our
+first drill in a hurry. I can't tell, for
+my part, which has been most bothered,
+you or we."</p>
+
+<p>"Allers glad to give you a little
+practice," grinned Jerry, "though
+you'd rive the gizzard out of an army
+drill sergeant, I'd wenture to say, if
+he hed the teachin' of you. Hech!
+hech! hech! Mornin', genl'men,
+your sarvent," and Jerry touched his
+cap to Colonel Freddy and marched
+off chuckling.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he had made his exit,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+the boys clustered around Tom, as he
+sat turning his back on as many of the
+company as possible, and all began in
+a breath, "Now, Tom, do tell us what
+you're mad at; what have we done?
+please speak!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then," shouted Tom, springing
+up, "I'll tell you what, Frederic
+Jourdain! I won't be ordered around
+by any old monkey like that,"&mdash;pointing
+toward Jerry&mdash;"and as for <i>you</i>
+and <i>your</i> ordering about, I won't stand
+that either! fine as you think yourself;
+the Colonel, indeed!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Tom, how can you talk
+so? can't you play like the rest of us?
+I'm sure I haven't taken advantage
+of being Colonel to be domineering;
+have I, boys?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No, no! not a bit, Fred&mdash;never
+mind what he says!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh <i>do</i>&mdash;<i>don't</i> appeal to them!
+You do that because you daren't say
+outright you mean to have everything
+your own way. That may be very
+well for them&mdash;you're all a parcel of
+Yankee shopkeepers together&mdash;but, I
+can tell you, no Southern <i>gentleman</i>
+will stand it!"</p>
+
+<p>"North or South, Tom," began
+Will Costar, pretty sharply, "every
+regiment must have a head&mdash;and obey
+the head. We've chosen Fred our
+Colonel, and you must mind him.
+When he tells you to drill you've <i>got
+to do it!</i>"</p>
+
+<p>Tom wheeled round perfectly furious.
+"You say that again," he shouted,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+"and I'll leave the regiment! I
+will. I won't be told by any Northerner
+that I'm his subordinate, and
+if my State hadn't thought so too,
+she'd never have left the Union."</p>
+
+<p>"What! you dare to say anything
+against the Union!" cried George,
+turning white with rage; "do you
+mean to say that you <i>admire</i> the
+South for seceding?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes! I've a great mind to secede
+myself, what's more!"</p>
+
+<p>Freddy, as I said, was as sweet-tempered
+a little fellow as ever lived;
+but he was fairly aroused now. His
+blue eyes flashed fire; he crimsoned to
+the temples; his fists were clenched&mdash;and
+shouting, "you traitor!" like a
+flash, he sent Tom flying over on his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+back, with the camp stool about his
+ears.</p>
+
+<p>Up jumped Tom, kicked away the
+stool, and rushed toward Fred. But
+the others were too quick for him;
+they seized his arms and dragged him
+back; Peter calling out "No, don't
+fight him, Colonel; he's not worth it;
+let's have a court martial&mdash;that's the
+way to serve traitors!"</p>
+
+<p>Amid a perfect uproar of rage and
+contempt for this shameful attack on
+their Colonel, the Zouaves hastily arranged
+some camp stools for judge and
+jury; and George being chosen judge,
+the oldest members of the regiment
+took their places around him, and
+Tom was hauled up before the Court.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh stop, pray stop!" cried Freddy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+at this stage of affairs. "Indeed, I
+forgive him for what he said to me, if
+he will take back his language about
+the Union. I can't stand <i>that</i>."</p>
+
+<p>"You hear what the Colonel says,"
+said George, sternly; "will you retract?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, never! if you think I'm going
+to be frightened into submission
+to a Northerner you're very much
+mistaken! No Southerner will ever
+be that! and as for your precious
+Union, I don't care if I say I hope
+there never will be a Union any more."</p>
+
+<p>"Then, by George!" shouted the
+judge, fairly springing from his seat,
+"You're a traitor, sir! Fellows, whoever
+is in favor of having this secessionist
+put under arrest, say Aye!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Aye! <span class="smcap">aye</span>! AYE!" in a perfect
+roar.</p>
+
+<p>"Does any one object?" Nobody
+spoke.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I sentence him to be confined
+in the guard house till he begs
+pardon; Livingston, Costar, and Boorman
+to take him there."</p>
+
+<p>His captors pounced upon their
+prisoner with very little ceremony
+when this sentence was pronounced;
+when Tom, without attempting to
+escape, suddenly commenced striking
+out at every one he could reach. A
+grand hurley-burley ensued; but before
+long Tom was overpowered and
+dragged to the smoke, <i>alias</i> guard
+house; heaping insults and taunts on
+the Union and the regiment all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
+way. Harry flung open the door of
+the prison, a picturesque little hut
+built of rough gray stone, and covered
+with Virginia creepers and wild honeysuckles.
+The others pushed Tom in,
+and Peter, dashing forward, slammed
+the door on him with a bang. Snap!
+went the bolt, and now nothing earthly
+could open it again but a Bramah
+key or a gunpowder explosion.
+Young Secession was fast, and the
+North triumphant. Hurrah!</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+<h3>BULL RUN.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Their</span> first excitement over, the
+gallant Zouaves couldn't help looking
+at each other in rather a comical way.
+To be sure, it was very aggravating to
+have their country run down, and
+themselves assailed without leave or
+license; but they were by no means
+certain, now they came to think of it,
+that they had acted rightly in doing
+justice to the little rebel in such a
+summary manner. Peter especially,
+who had proposed the court martial,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+had an instinctive feeling that if his
+father were to learn the action they
+had taken, he would scarcely consider
+it to tally with the exercise of strict
+politeness to company. In short, without
+a word said, there was a tacit
+understanding in the corps that this
+was an affair to be kept profoundly
+secret.</p>
+
+<p>While they were still silently revolving
+this delicate question, little
+Louie Hamilton suddenly started violently,
+exclaiming, "Only listen a moment,
+felloth! what a strange noithe!
+It sounds like thome wild beast!"</p>
+
+<p>"Noise? I don't hear any," said
+Freddy; "yes I do, though&mdash;like
+something trampling the bushes!"</p>
+
+<p>"There's nothing worse than four<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+cows and a house dog about our
+place," said Peter; "but what that is
+I don't know&mdash;hush!"</p>
+
+<p>The boys listened with all their
+ears and elbows, and nearly stared
+themselves blind looking around to see
+what was the matter. They had not
+long to wait, however, for the trampling
+increased in the wood, a curious,
+low growling was heard, which presently
+swelled to a roar, and in a moment
+more, an immense brindled bull
+was seen dashing through the locusts,
+his head down and heels in the
+air, looking not unlike a great wheel-barrow,
+bellowing at a prodigious
+rate, and making straight toward the
+place where they stood!</p>
+
+<p>"Murder, what <i>shall</i> we do?" cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
+Louie, turning deadly pale with terror,
+while the Zouaves, for an instant,
+appeared perfectly paralyzed.</p>
+
+<p>"Why run! run for your lives!"
+shouted George, who was the first to
+recover himself. "Peter, you lead the
+way; take us the shortest cut to the
+house, and&mdash;oh!"</p>
+
+<p>Not another word did George utter.
+He was saving his breath for the
+race. And now, indeed, began a most
+prodigious "skedaddle;" the boys almost
+flying on ahead, running nearly
+abreast, and their terrible enemy close
+behind, tearing up the ground with
+his horns, and galloping like an express!</p>
+
+<p>On sped the gallant Zouaves, making
+off as rapidly from the scene of action<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+as their namesakes from Manassas,
+without pausing to remark which
+way the wind blew, until, at last, they
+had skirted the grove, and were on
+the straight road for the house. Here
+Peter stopped a moment, "Because
+some of the men will be near here,
+perhaps," he pantingly said, "and
+Master Bull will be caught if he ventures
+after us." Scarcely had he
+spoken, when the furious animal was
+once more seen, dashing on faster than
+ever, and flaming with rage, till he
+might have exploded a powder mill!
+Now for a last effort! One determined
+burst over the smooth road,
+and they are safe in the house!</p>
+
+<p>Little Louie, who was only nine
+years old, and the youngest of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+party, had grasped hold of Freddy's
+hand when they first started; and
+been half pulled along by him so far;
+but now that safety was close at hand,
+he suddenly sank to the ground,
+moaning out, "Oh Fred, you must go
+on and leave me; I can't run any
+more. Oh mamma!"</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, Louie! don't do so!" cried
+Freddy. "Get up, little man! why,
+you can't think I would leave you,
+surely?" and, stooping down, the
+brave little fellow caught Louie up in
+his arms, and, thus burdened, tried to
+run on toward the house.</p>
+
+<p>The rest of the boys were now far
+beyond them; and had just placed
+their feet upon the doorstone, when a
+loud shout of "help!" made them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+turn round; and there was Freddy,
+with Louie in his arms, staggering up
+the road, the horns of the bull within
+a yard of his side!</p>
+
+<p>Like a flash of lightning, Will
+snatched up a large rake which one
+of the men had left lying on the grass,
+and dashed down the road. There is
+one minute to spare, just one! but in
+that minute Will has reached the
+spot, and launching his weapon, the
+iron points descend heavily on the
+animal's head.</p>
+
+<p>The bull, rather aghast at this reception,
+which did not appear to be at
+all to his taste, seemed to hesitate a
+moment whether to charge his adversary
+or not; then, with a low growl<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+of baffled fury, he slowly turned away,
+and trotted off toward the wood.</p>
+
+<p>The help had not come a minute
+too soon; for Freddy, his sensitive organization
+completely overwrought by
+the events of the morning and his
+narrow escape from death, had fallen
+fainting to the ground; his hands still
+clenched in the folds of little Louie's
+jacket. Will instantly raised him,
+when he saw that all danger was over,
+and he and some of the others, who
+had come crowding down the road,
+very gently and quickly carried the
+insensible boy to the house, and laid
+him on the lounge in the library;
+while Peter ran for the housekeeper
+to aid in bringing him to life.</p>
+
+<p>Good Mrs. Lockitt hurried up stairs<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
+as fast as she could with camphor, ice
+water, and everything else she could
+think of good for fainting.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Lockitt, where is papa?"
+asked Peter, as he ran on beside her.</p>
+
+<p>"Gone to New York, Master Peter,"
+she replied; "I don't think he
+will be home before dinner time."</p>
+
+<p>Our little scapegrace breathed
+more freely; at least there were a few
+hours' safety from detection, and he
+reentered the library feeling considerably
+relieved.</p>
+
+<p>There lay Colonel Freddy, his face
+white as death; one little hand hanging
+lax and pulseless over the side of
+the lounge, and the ruffled shirt thrust
+aside from the broad, snowy chest.
+Harry stood over him, fanning his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+forehead; while poor Louie was
+crouched in a corner, sobbing as
+though his heart would break, and the
+others stood looking on as if they did
+not know what to do with themselves.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Lockitt hastened to apply her
+remedies; and soon a faint color came
+back to the cheek, and with a long
+sigh, the great blue eyes opened once
+more, and the little patient murmured,
+"Where am I?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, then he's not killed, after
+all!" cried Louie, running to his side.
+"Dear, dear Freddy! how glad I am
+you have come to life again!"</p>
+
+<p>This funny little speech made even
+Freddy laugh, and then Mrs. Lockitt
+said, "But, Master Peter, you have
+not told me yet how it happened<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+that Master Frederic got in such a
+way."</p>
+
+<p>The eyes of the whole party became
+round and saucer-y at once; as,
+all talking together, they began the
+history of their fearful adventure.
+Mrs. Lockitt's wiry false curls would
+certainly have dropped off with astonishment
+if they hadn't been sewed
+fast to her cap, and she fairly wiped
+her eyes on her spectacle case, which
+she had taken out of her pocket instead
+of her handkerchief, as they
+described Freddy's noble effort to save
+his helpless companion without thinking
+of himself. When the narrative
+was brought to a close, she could only
+exclaim, "Well, Master Freddy, you
+are a little angel, sure enough! and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+Master William is as brave as a lion.
+To think of his stopping that great
+creetur, to be sure! Wherever in the
+world it came from is the mystery."
+So saying, Mrs. Lockitt bustled out
+of the room, and after she had gone,
+there was a very serious and grateful
+talk among the elder boys about the
+escape they had had, and a sincere
+thankfulness to God for having preserved
+their lives.</p>
+
+<p>The puzzle now was, how they
+were to return to the camp, where
+poor Tom had been in captivity all
+this time. It was certainly necessary
+to get back&mdash;but then the bull! While
+they were yet deliberating on the
+horns of this <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'dilemna'">dilemma</ins>, the library door<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
+suddenly opened, and in walked&mdash;Mr.
+Schermerhorn!</p>
+
+<p>"Why, boys!" he exclaimed,
+"how do you come to be here? Fred,
+what's the matter? you look as pale as
+a ghost!"</p>
+
+<p>There was general silence for a
+moment; but these boys had been
+taught by pious parents to speak the
+truth always, whatever came of it.
+Ah! that is the right principle to go
+on, dear children; <span class="smcap">Tell the Truth</span>
+when you have done anything wrong,
+even if you are sure of being punished
+when that truth is known.</p>
+
+<p>So George, as the eldest, with one
+brave look at his comrades, frankly
+related everything that had happened;
+beginning at the quarrel with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+Tom, down to the escape from the
+bull. To describe the varied expression
+of his auditor's face between delight
+and vexation, would require a
+painter; and when George at last
+said, "Do you think we deserve to be
+punished, sir? or have we paid well
+enough already for our court martial?"
+Mr. Schermerhorn exclaimed,
+trying to appear highly incensed, yet
+scarcely able to help smiling:</p>
+
+<p>"I declare I hardly know! I certainly
+am terribly angry with you.
+How dare you treat a young gentleman
+so on my place? answer me that,
+you scapegraces! It is pretty plain
+who is at the bottom of all this&mdash;Peter
+dares not look at me, I perceive.
+At the same time, I am rather glad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+that Master Tom has been taught
+what to expect if he runs down the
+Union&mdash;it will probably save him from
+turning traitor any more, though you
+were not the proper persons to pass
+sentence on him. As for our plucky
+little Colonel here&mdash;shake hands,
+Freddy! you have acted like a hero!
+and for your sake I excuse the court
+martial. Now, let us see what has
+become of the bull, and then go to the
+release of our friend Tom. He must
+be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds
+by this time."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Schermerhorn accordingly
+gave orders that the bull should be
+hunted up and secured, until his master
+should be discovered; so that the
+Zouaves might be safe from his attacks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+hereafter. If any of our readers
+feel an interest in the fate of this
+charming animal, they are informed
+that he was, with great difficulty,
+hunted into the stables; and before
+evening taken away by his master,
+the farmer from whom he had
+strayed.</p>
+
+<p>Leaving the others to await his
+capture, let us return to Tom. He had
+not been ten minutes in the smoke
+house before his wrath began to cool,
+and he would have given sixpence
+for any way of getting out but by
+begging pardon. That was a little too
+much just yet, and Tom stamped with
+rage and shook the door; which resisted
+his utmost efforts to burst. Then
+came the sounds without, the rushing,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
+trampling steps, the furious bellow,
+and the shout, "Run! run for your
+lives!" Run! why on earth must
+they? What had happened? and especially
+what would become of him
+left alone there, with this unseen enemy
+perhaps coming at him next. He
+hunted in vain in every direction for
+some cranny to peep through; and if
+it had been possible, would have
+squeezed his head up the chimney.
+He shouted for help, but nobody
+heard him; they were all too frightened
+for that. He could hear them
+crunching along the road, presently;
+another cry, and then all was still.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall I do?" thought poor
+Tom. "Oh, where have they gone
+to? Please let me out, Freddy! do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
+forgive me, boys! I'll f-fight for the
+Union as m-much as you like! oh!
+oh!" and at last&mdash;must it be confessed?&mdash;the
+gallant Secesh finished
+by bursting out crying!</p>
+
+<p>Time passed on&mdash;of course seeming
+doubly long to the prisoner&mdash;and still
+the boys did not return. Tom cried
+till he could cry no more; sniffling
+desperately, and rubbing his nose violently
+up in the air&mdash;a proceeding
+which did not ameliorate its natural
+bent in that direction. He really felt
+thoroughly sorry, and quite ready to
+beg pardon as soon as the boys should
+return; particularly as they had forgotten
+to provide the captive with even the
+traditional bread and water, and dinner-time
+was close at hand. While he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+was yet struggling between repentance
+and stomachache, the welcome sound
+of their voices was heard. They came
+nearer, and then a key was hastily
+applied to the fastenings of the door,
+and it flew open, disclosing the Zouaves,
+with Freddy at the head, and
+Mr. Schermerhorn bringing up the
+rear.</p>
+
+<p>Tom hung back a moment yet;
+then with a sudden impulse he walked
+toward Freddy, saying, "I beg your
+pardon, Colonel; please forgive me for
+insulting you; and as for the flag"&mdash;and
+without another word, Tom ran
+toward the flag staff, and catching the
+long folds of the banner in both hands,
+pressed them to his lips.</p>
+
+<p>"The chivalry forever!" said Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+Schermerhorn, smiling. "That's right,
+Tom! bless the old banner! it is your
+safeguard, and your countrymen's too,
+if they would only believe it. Go and
+shake hands with him, boys; he is in
+his right place now, and if ever you
+are tempted to quarrel again, I am
+sure North and South will both remember</p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+"<span class="smcap">Bull Run!</span>"<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+<h3>BEFORE MONTEREY.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">It</span> is not necessary to describe the
+particular proceedings of the Dashahed
+Zouaves during every day of
+their camp life. They chattered,
+played, drilled, quarrelled a little once
+in a while, and made it up again, eat
+and slept considerably, and grew sunburnt
+to an astonishing degree.</p>
+
+<p>It was Thursday morning, the
+fourth of their delightful days in
+camp. Jerry had been teaching them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+how to handle a musket and charge
+bayonets, until they were quite excited,
+and rather put out that there was
+no enemy to practise on but the
+grasshoppers. At length, when they
+had tried everything that was to be
+done, Harry exclaimed, "I wish, Jerry,
+you would tell us a story about
+the wars! Something real splendid,
+now; perfectly crammed with Indians
+and scalps and awful battles and elegant
+Mexican palaces full of diamonds
+and gold saucepans and
+lovely Spanish girls carried off by the
+hair of their heads!"</p>
+
+<p>This flourishing rigmarole, which
+Harry delivered regardless of stops,
+made the boys shout with laughter.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better tell the story yourself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+since you know so much about
+it!" said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"I allow you've never been in
+Mexico, sir," said Jerry, grinning. "I
+doubt but thar's palisses somewhar in
+Mexico, but I and my mates hev been
+thar, an' <i>we</i> never seed none o' 'em.
+No, Master Harry, I can't tell ye sich
+stories as that, but I do mind a thing
+what happened on the field afore
+Monterey."</p>
+
+<p>The boys, delightedly exclaiming,
+"A story! a story! hurrah!" drew
+their camp stools around him; and
+Jerry, after slowly rubbing his hand
+round and round over his bristling
+chin, while he considered what to say
+first, began his story as follows:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<h3>JERRY'S STORY.</h3>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"It wor a Sunday night, young
+genl'men, the 21st of September, and
+powerful hot. We had been fightin'
+like mad, wi' not a moment's rest, all
+day, an' now at last wor under the
+canwas, they of us as wor left alive,
+a tryin' to sleep. The skeeters buzzed
+aroun' wonderful thick, and the
+groun' aneath our feet wor like red-hot
+tin plates, wi' the sun burnin' an
+blisterin' down. At last my mate Bill
+says, says he, 'Jerry, my mate, hang
+me ef I can stan' this any longer. Let
+you an' me get up an' see ef it be
+cooler out-o'-doors.'</p>
+
+<p>"I wor tired enough wi' the day's
+fight, an' worrited, too, wi' a wound<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+in my shoulder; but the tent wor no
+better nor the open field, an' we got
+up an' went out. Thar wor no moon,
+but the sky was wonderful full o' stars,
+so we could see how we wor stannin'
+wi' our feet among the bodies o' the
+poor fellows as had fired their last
+shot that day. It wor a sight, young
+genl'men, what would make sich as
+you sick an' faint to look on; but
+sogers must larn not to min' it; an'
+we stood thar, not thinkin' how awful
+it wor, and yet still an' quiet, too.</p>
+
+<p>"'Ah, Jerry,' says Bill&mdash;he wor a
+young lad, an' brought up by a pious
+mother, I allow&mdash;'I dunnot like this
+fightin' on the Sabba' day. The Lord
+will not bless our arms, I'm afeard, if
+we go agin His will so.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I laughed&mdash;more shame to me&mdash;an'
+said, 'I'm a sight older nor you,
+mate, an' I've seed a sight o' wictories
+got on a Sunday. The better the day,
+the better the deed, I reckon.'</p>
+
+<p>"'Well, I don't know,' he says;
+'mebbe things is allers mixed in time
+o' war, an' right an' wrong change
+sides a' purpose to suit them as wants
+battle an' tumult to be ragin'; but it
+don't go wi' my grain, noways.'</p>
+
+<p>"I hadn't experienced a change o'
+heart then, as I did arterward, bless
+the Lord! an' I hardly unnerstood
+what he said. While we wor a stannin'
+there, all to onct too dark figgers
+kim a creepin' over the field to'ard
+the Major's tent. 'Look thar, Jerry,'
+whispered Bill, kind o' startin' like,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+'thar's some of them rascally Mexicans.'
+I looked at 'em wi'out sayin' a
+wured, an' then I went back to the
+tent fur my six-shooter&mdash;Bill arter me;&mdash;fur
+ef it ain't the dooty o' every
+Christian to extarminate them warmints
+o' Mexicans, I'll be drummed
+out of the army to-morrer.</p>
+
+<p>"Wall, young genl'men&mdash;we tuck
+our pistols, and slow and quiet we
+moved to whar we seed the two
+Greasers, as they call 'em. On they
+kim, creepin' to'ard my Major's tent,
+an' at las' one o' 'em raised the canwas
+a bit. Bill levelled his rewolver
+in a wink, an' fired. You shud ha'
+seed how they tuck to their heels!
+yelling all the way, till wun o' em'
+dropped. The other didn't stop, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+just pulled ahead. I fired arter him
+wi'out touching him; but the noise
+woke the Major, an' when he hearn
+wot the matter wor, he ordered the
+alarm to be sounded an' the men
+turned out. 'It's a 'buscade to catch
+us,' he says, 'an' I'm fur being fust on
+the field.'</p>
+
+<p>"Bill an' I buckled on our cartridge
+boxes, caught up our muskets,
+an' were soon in the ranks. On we
+marched, stiddy an' swift, to the enemy's
+fortifications; an' wen we were
+six hundred yards distant, kim the
+command, 'Double quick.' The sky
+hed clouded up all of a suddent, an'
+we couldn't see well where we wor,
+but thar was suthin' afore us like a
+low, black wall. As we kim nearer, it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+moved kind o' cautious like, an' when
+we wor within musket range, wi' a
+roar like ten thousand divils, they
+charged forred! Thar wor the flash
+and crack o' powder, and the ring!
+ping! o' the bullets, as we power'd
+our shot on them an' they on us; but
+not another soun'; cr-r-r-ack went the
+muskets on every side agin, an' the
+rascals wor driven back a minnit.
+'Charge bayonets!' shouted the Major,
+wen he seed that. Thar wos a
+pause; a rush forred; we wor met by
+the innimy half way; an' then I hearn
+the awfullest o' created soun's&mdash;a man's
+scream. I looked roun', an' there wos
+Bill, lying on his face, struck through
+an' through. Thar wos no time to
+see to him then, fur the men wor fur<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+ahead o' me, an' I hed to run an' jine
+the rest.</p>
+
+<p>"We hed a sharp, quick skirmish
+o' it&mdash;for ef thar is a cowardly critter
+on the created airth it's a Greaser&mdash;an'
+in less nor half an' hour wor beatin'
+back to quarters. When all wor
+quiet agin, I left my tent, an' away to
+look fur Bill. I sarched an' sarched
+till my heart were almost broke, an at
+last I cried out, 'Oh Bill, my mate,
+whar be you?' an' I hearn a fibble
+v'ice say, 'Here I be, Jerry!'</p>
+
+<p>"I swon! I wor gladder nor anything
+wen I hearn that. I hugged him
+to my heart, I wor moved so powerful,
+an' then I tuck him on my back,
+an' off to camp; werry slow an' patient,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+fur he were sore wownded, an'
+the life in him wery low.</p>
+
+<p>"Wall, young genl'men, I'll not
+weary you wi' the long hours as
+dragged by afore mornin'. I med him
+as snug as I could, and at daybreak
+we hed him took to the sugeon's
+tent.</p>
+
+<p>"I wor on guard all that mornin'
+an' could not get to my lad; but at
+last the relief kim roun', an' the man
+as was to take my place says, says he,
+'Jerry, my mate, ef I was you I'd go
+right to the hosp'tl an' stay by poor
+Bill' (fur they all knew as I sot gret
+store by him); 'He is werry wild in his
+head, I hearn, an' the sugeon says as
+how he can't last long.'</p>
+
+<p>"Ye may b'lieve how my hairt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
+jumped wen I hearn that. I laid
+down my gun, an' ran fur the wooden
+shed, which were all the place they
+hed fur them as was wownded. An'
+thar wor Bill&mdash;my mate Bill&mdash;laying
+on a blanket spred on the floore, wi'
+his clothes all on (fur it's a hard bed,
+an' his own bloody uniform, that a
+sojer must die in), wi' the corpse o'
+another poor fellow as had died all
+alone in the night a'most touching
+him, an' slopped wi' blood. I moved
+it fur away all in a trimble o' sorrer,
+an' kivered it decent like, so as Bill
+mightn't see it an' get downhearted
+fur hisself. Then I went an' sot down
+aside my mate. He didn't know me,
+no more nor if I wor a stranger; but
+kept throwin' his arms about, an'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+moanin' out continual, 'Oh mother!
+mother! Why don't you come to your
+boy?'</p>
+
+<p>"I bust right out crying, I do own,
+wen I hearn that, an' takin' his han'
+in mine, I tried to quiet him down a
+bit; telling him it wor bad fur his
+wownd to be so res'less (fur every
+time he tossed, thar kim a little leap
+o' blood from his breast); an' at last,
+about foore o'clock in the day, he
+opened his eyes quite sensible like, an'
+says to me, he says, 'Dear matey, is
+that you? Thank you fur coming to
+see me afore I die.'</p>
+
+<p>"'No, Bill, don't talk so,' I says,
+a strivin' to be cheerful like, tho' I
+seed death in his face, 'You'll be well
+afore long.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"'Aye, well in heaven,' he says;
+and then, arter a minnit, 'Jerry,' he
+says, 'thar's a little bounty money as
+belongs to me in my knapsack, an' my
+month's wages. I want you, wen I am
+gone, to take it to my mother, an' tell
+her&mdash;'(he wor gaspin' fearful)&mdash;'as I
+died&mdash;fightin' fur my country&mdash;an' the
+flag. God bless you, Jerry&mdash;you hev
+been a good frien' to me, an' I knows
+as you'll do this&mdash;an' bid the boys
+good-by&mdash;fur me.'</p>
+
+<p>"I promised, wi' the tears streamin'
+down my cheeks; an' then we wor
+quiet a bit, fur it hurt Bill's breast to
+talk, an' I could not say a wured fur
+the choke in my throat. Arter a
+while he says, 'Jerry, won't you sing
+me the hymn as I taught you aboard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
+the transport? about the Lord our
+Captin?'</p>
+
+<p>"I could hardly find v'ice to begin,
+but it wor Bill's dying wish, an' I made
+shift to sing as well as I could&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class='poem'>
+"'We air marchin' on together<br />
+To our etarnal rest;<br />
+Niver askin' why we're ordered&mdash;<br />
+For the Lord He knoweth best.<br />
+Christ is our Captain!<br />
+'Forred!' is His word;<br />
+Ranks all steady, muskets ready,<br />
+In the army o' the Lord!<br />
+<br />
+"'Satan's hosts are all aroun' us,<br />
+An' strive to enter in;<br />
+But our outworks they are stronger<br />
+Nor the dark brigades o' sin!<br />
+Christ is our Fortress!<br />
+Righteousness our sword;<br />
+Truth the standard&mdash;in the vanguard&mdash;<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>O' the army o' the Lord!<br />
+<br />
+"'Comrads, we air ever fightin'<br />
+A battle fur the right;<br />
+Ever on the on'ard movement<br />
+Fur our home o' peace an' light.<br />
+Christ is our Leader!<br />
+Heaven our reward,<br />
+Comin' nearer, shinin' clearer&mdash;<br />
+In the army o' the Lord!'<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Arter I hed sung the hymn&mdash;an'
+it wor all I could do to get through&mdash;Bill
+seemed to be a sight easier.
+He lay still, smilin' like a child on the
+mother's breast. Pretty soon arter,
+the Major kim in; an' wen he seed
+Bill lookin' so peaceful, he says, says
+he, 'Why, cheer up, my lad! the
+sugeon sayd as how you wor in a bad
+way; but you look finely now;'&mdash;fur
+he didn't know it wor the death look
+coming over him. 'You'll be about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
+soon,' says the Major, 'an' fightin' fur
+the flag as brave as ever,'</p>
+
+<p>"Bill didn't say nothing&mdash;he
+seemed to be getting wild agin;&mdash;an'
+looked stupid like at our Major till he
+hearn the wureds about the flag. Then
+he caught his breath suddint like, an',
+afore we could stop him, he had
+sprang to his feet&mdash;shakin' to an' fro
+like a reed&mdash;but as straight as he ever
+wor on parade; an', his v'ice all hoarse
+an' full o' death, an' his arm in the
+air, he shouted, 'Aye! God&mdash;bless&mdash;the&mdash;flag!
+we'll fight fur it till&mdash;' an'
+then we hearn a sort o' snap, an' he
+fell forred&mdash;dead!</p>
+
+<p>"We buried him that night, I an'
+my mates. I cut off a lock o' his
+hair fur his poor mother, afore we put<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
+the airth over him; an' giv it to her,
+wi' poor Bill's money, faithful an' true,
+wen we kim home. I've lived to be
+an old man since then, an' see the
+Major go afore me, as I hoped to
+sarve till my dyin' day; but Lord
+willing I shel go next, to win the Salwation
+as I've fitten for, by Bill's side,
+a sojer in Christ's army, in the Etarnal
+Jerusalem!"</p></div>
+
+<p>The boys took a long breath when
+Jerry had finished his story, and more
+than one bright eye was filled with
+tears. The rough words, and plain,
+unpolished manner of the old soldier,
+only heightened the impression made
+by his story; and as he rose to go
+away, evidently much moved by the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
+painful recollections it excited, there
+was a hearty, "Thank you, sergeant,
+for your story&mdash;it was real good!"
+Jerry only touched his cap to the
+young soldiers, and marched off hastily,
+while the boys looked after him
+in respectful silence. But young spirits
+soon recover from gloomy influences,
+and in a few moments they were
+all chattering merrily again.</p>
+
+<p>"What a pity we must go home
+Monday!" cried Louie; "I wish we
+could camp out forever! Oh, Freddy,
+do write a letter to General McClellan,
+and ask him to let us join the army
+right away! Tell him we'll buy some
+new india-rubber back-bones and
+stretch ourselves out big directly, if
+he'll only send right on for us!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he would, if he knew
+how jolly we can drill already!" said
+Peter, laughing. "I tell you what,
+boys, the very thing! let's have a review
+before we go home. I'll ask all
+the boys and girls I know to come
+and look on, and we might have
+quite a grand entertainment. Won't
+that be splendid? We can march
+about all over, and fire off the cannons
+and everything! I'm sure father will
+let us."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but how's General McClellan
+to hear anything about it?" inquired
+practical Louie.</p>
+
+<p>"Why&mdash;I don't know," said Peter,
+rather taken aback by this view of
+the subject. "Well, somehow&mdash;never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
+mind, it will be grand fun, and I mean
+to ask my father right away."</p>
+
+<p>"Take me with you?" called a
+dozen fellows directly. Finally it was
+concluded that it might make more
+impression on Mr. Schermerhorn's
+mind, if the application came from
+the regiment in a body; so, running
+for their swords and guns, officers and
+men found their places in the battalion,
+and the grand procession started
+on its way&mdash;chattering all the time, in
+utter defiance of that "article of war"
+which forbids "talking in the ranks."
+Just as they were passing the lake,
+they heard carriage wheels crunching
+on the gravel, and drew up in a long
+line on the other side of the road to
+let the vehicle pass them; much to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+the astonishment of two pretty young
+ladies and a sweet little girl, about
+Freddy's age, who were leaning comfortably
+back in the handsome barouche.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Peter!" exclaimed one of
+the ladies, "what in the world is all
+this?"</p>
+
+<p>"This!" cried Peter, running up to
+the carriage, "why, these are the
+Dashahed Zouaves, Miss Carlton.
+We have been in camp ever since
+Monday. Good morning, Miss Jessie,"
+to the little girl on the front seat, who
+was looking on with deep interest.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, to be sure, I remember," said
+Miss Carlton, laughing; "come, introduce
+the Zouaves, Peter; we are
+wild to know them!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The boys clustered eagerly about
+the carriage and a lively chat took
+place. The Zouaves, some blushing and
+bashful, others frank and confident,
+and all desperately in love already with
+pretty little Jessie, related in high glee
+their adventures&mdash;except the celebrated
+court martial&mdash;and enlarged
+glowingly upon the all-important subject
+of the grand review.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Freddy, of course, played
+a prominent part in all this, and with
+his handsome face, bright eyes, and
+frank, gentlemanly ways, needed only
+those poor lost curls to be a perfect
+picture of a soldier. He chattered
+away with Miss Lucy, the second sister,
+and obtained her special promise
+that she would plead their cause with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
+Mr. Schermerhorn in case the united
+petitions of the corps should fail. The
+young ladies did not know of Mrs.
+Schermerhorn's departure, but Freddy
+and Peter together coaxed them to
+come up to the house "anyhow." The
+carriage was accordingly taken into
+the procession, and followed it meekly
+to the house; the Zouaves insisting on
+being escort, much to the terror of
+the young ladies; who were in constant
+apprehension that the rear rank
+and the horses might come to kicks&mdash;not
+to say blows&mdash;and the embarrassment
+of the coachman; who, as they
+were constantly stopping unexpectedly
+to turn round and talk, didn't know
+"where to have them," as the saying
+is. However, they reached their destination<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
+in safety before long, and
+found Mr. Schermerhorn seated on the
+piazza. He hastened forward to meet
+them, with the cordial greeting of an
+old friend.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, old bachelor," said Miss
+Carlton, gayly, as the young ladies ascended
+the steps, "you see we have
+come to visit you in state, with the
+military escort befitting patriotic
+young ladies who have four brothers
+on the Potomac. What has become
+of Madame, please?"</p>
+
+<p>"Gone to Niagara and left me a
+'lone lorn creetur;'" said Mr. Schermerhorn,
+laughing. "Basely deserted
+me when my farming couldn't be left.
+But how am I to account for the presence
+of the military, mademoiselle?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Really, I beg their pardons," exclaimed
+Miss Carlton. "They have
+come on a special deputation to you,
+Mr. Schermerhorn, so pray don't let
+us interrupt business."</p>
+
+<p>Thus apostrophised, the boys
+scampered eagerly up the steps; and
+Freddy, a little bashful, but looking
+as bright as a button, delivered the
+following brief oration: "Mr. Schermerhorn:
+I want&mdash;that is, the boys
+want&mdash;I mean we all want&mdash;to have a
+grand review on Saturday, and ask
+our friends to look on. Will you let
+us do it, please?"</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly, with the greatest
+pleasure!" replied Mr. Schermerhorn,
+smiling; "but what will become of
+you good people when I tell you that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+I have just received a letter from Mrs.
+Schermerhorn, asking me to join her
+this week instead of next, and bring
+Peter with me."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! father, please let me stay!"
+interrupted Peter; "can't you tell
+ma I've joined the army for the war?
+We all want to stay like everything!"</p>
+
+<p>"And forage for yourselves?" said
+his father, laughing. "No, the army
+must give you up, and lose a valuable
+member, Master Peter; but just have
+the goodness to listen a moment. The
+review shall take place, but as the
+camp will have to break up on Saturday
+instead of Monday, as I had intended,
+the performances must come
+off to-morrow. Does that suit your
+ideas?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The boys gave a delighted consent
+to this arrangement, and now the only
+thing which dampened their enjoyment
+was the prospect of such a
+speedy end being put to their camp
+life. "Confound it! what was the fun
+for a fellow to be poked into a stupid
+watering place, where he must bother
+to keep his hair parted down the middle,
+and a clean collar stiff enough to
+choke him on from morning till
+night?" as Tom indignantly remarked
+to George and Will the same evening.
+"The fact is, this sort of thing is <i>the</i>
+thing for a <i>man</i> after all!" an opinion
+in which the other <i>men</i> fully concurred.</p>
+
+<p>But let us return to the piazza,
+where we have left the party. After<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>
+a few moments more spent in chatting
+with Mr. Schermerhorn, it was decided
+to accept Colonel Freddy's polite
+invitation, which he gave with such a
+bright little bow, to inspect the camp.
+You may be sure it was in apple-pie
+order, for Jerry, who had taken the
+Zouaves under his special charge, insisted
+on their keeping it in such a
+state of neatness as only a soldier ever
+achieved. The party made an extremely
+picturesque group&mdash;the gay
+uniforms of the Zouaves, and light
+summer dresses of the ladies, charmingly
+relieved against the background
+of trees; while Mr. Schermerhorn's
+stately six feet, and somewhat portly
+proportions, quite reminded one of
+General Scott; especially among such<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
+a small army; in which George alone
+quite came up to the regulation "63
+inches."</p>
+
+<p>Little Jessie ran hither and thither,
+surrounded by a crowd of adorers,
+who would have given their
+brightest buttons, every "man" of
+them, to be the most entertaining fellow
+of the corps. They showed her
+the battery and the stacks of shining
+guns&mdash;made to stand up by Jerry in a
+wonderful fashion that the boys never
+could hope to attain&mdash;the inside of all
+the tents, and the smoke guard house
+(Tom couldn't help a blush as he
+looked in); and finally, as a parting
+compliment (which, let me tell you, is
+the greatest, in a boy's estimation,
+that can possibly be paid), Freddy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
+made her a present of his very largest
+and most gorgeous "glass agates;"
+one of which was all the colors of the
+rainbow, and the other patriotically
+adorned with the Stars and Stripes in
+enamel. Peter climbed to the top of
+the tallest cherry tree, and brought
+her down a bough at least a yard and
+a half long, crammed with "ox
+hearts;" Harry eagerly offered to
+make any number of "stunning baskets"
+out of the stones, and in short
+there never was such a belle seen before.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, a'int she jolly!" was the ruling
+opinion among the Zouaves. A
+private remark was also circulated to
+the effect that "Miss Jessie was stunningly
+pretty."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The young ladies at last said good-by
+to the camp; promising faithfully
+to send all the visitors they could to
+the grand review, and drove off highly
+entertained with their visit. Mr.
+Schermerhorn decided to take the afternoon
+boat for the city and return
+early Friday morning, and the boys,
+left to themselves, began to think of
+dinner, as it was two o'clock. A brisk
+discussion was kept up all dinner time
+you may be sure, concerning the
+event to come off on the morrow.</p>
+
+<p>"I should like to know, for my
+part, what we do in a review," said
+Jimmy, balancing his fork <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'arttisically'">artistically</ins>
+on the end of his finger, and looking
+solemnly round the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, show off everything we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
+know!" said Charley Spicer. "March
+about, and form into ranks and columns,
+and all that first, then do
+charming "parade rest," "'der
+humps!" and the rest of it; and finish
+off by firing off our guns, and
+showing how we can't hit anything by
+any possibility!"</p>
+
+<p>"But these guns won't fire off!"
+objected Jimmy.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, the cannon then!"</p>
+
+<p>"But I'm sure father won't let us
+have any powder," said Peter disconsolately.
+"You can't think how I
+burnt the end of my nose last Fourth
+with powder! It was so sore I
+couldn't blow it for a week!"</p>
+
+<p>The boys all burst out laughing at
+this dreadful disaster, and George<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
+said, "You weren't lighting it with
+the end of your nose, were you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; but I was stooping over,
+charging one of my cannon, and I
+dropped the 'punk' right in the muzzle
+somehow, and, would you believe
+it, the nasty thing went off and burnt
+my nose! and father said I shouldn't
+play with powder any more, because
+I might have put out my eyes."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, we must take it out in
+marching, then," said Freddy, with a
+tremendous sigh.</p>
+
+<p>"No, hold on; I'll tell you what
+we can do!" cried Tom, eagerly. "I
+have some 'double headers' left from
+the Fourth; we might fire them out
+of the cannon; they make noise<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
+enough, I'm sure. I'll write to my
+mother this afternoon and get them."</p>
+
+<p>The boys couldn't help being struck
+with the generosity of this offer, coming
+from Tom after their late rather
+unkind treatment of him; and the
+older ones especially were very particular
+to thank him for his present.
+As soon as dinner was over, he started
+for the house to ask Mr. Schermerhorn
+to carry his message. As he
+hurried along the road, his bright
+black eyes sparkling with the happiness
+of doing a good action, he heard
+trotting steps behind him, felt an arm
+stealing round his neck, schoolboy
+fashion, and there was Freddy.</p>
+
+<p>"I ran after you all the way," he
+pantingly said. "I want to tell you,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
+dear Tom, how much we are obliged
+to you for giving us your crackers,
+and how sorry we are that we acted
+so rudely to you the other day. Please
+forgive us; we all like you so much,
+and we would feel as mean as anything
+to take your present without begging
+pardon. George, Peter, and I feel
+truly ashamed of ourselves every time
+we think of that abominable court
+martial."</p>
+
+<p>"There, old fellow, don't say a
+word more about it!" was the hearty
+response; and Tom threw his arm
+affectionately about his companion.
+"It was my fault, Freddy, and all because
+I was mad at poor old Jerry;
+how silly! I was sorry for what I
+said right afterward."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Then we are friends again?"
+cried Freddy, joyfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; I'll like you as long as I
+live! and ever so much longer." And
+so we will leave the two on their walk
+to the house, and close this abominably
+long chapter.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+<h3>A GRAND REVIEW.</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">There</span> are really scarcely words
+enough in the dictionary properly to
+describe the immense amount of drill
+got through with by the Dashahed
+Zouaves between three o'clock that
+afternoon and twelve, noon, of the following
+day. This Friday afternoon
+was going to be memorable in history
+for one of the most splendid reviews
+on record. They almost ran poor old
+Jerry off his legs in their eagerness to
+go over every possible variety of exercise<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
+known to "Hardee's Tactics," and
+nearly dislocated their shoulder blades
+trying to waggle their elbows backward
+and forward all at once when
+they went at "double quick;" at the
+same time keeping the other arm immovably
+pinioned to their sides. Then
+that wonderful operation of stacking
+the rebellious guns, which obstinately
+clattered down nine times and a half
+out of ten, had to be gone through
+with, and a special understanding promulgated
+in the corps as to when Jerry's
+"'der arms!" meant "shoulder
+arms," and when "order arms" (or
+bringing all the muskets down together
+with a bang); and, in short,
+there never was such a busy time seen
+in camp before.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Friday morning dawned, if possible,
+still more splendidly than any of
+the preceding days, with a cool, refreshing
+breeze, just enough snowy
+clouds in the sky to keep off the fiery
+summer heat in a measure, and not a
+headache nor a heartache among the
+Zouaves to mar the pleasure of the
+day. The review was to come off at
+four o'clock, when the July sun would
+be somewhat diminished in warmth,
+and from some hints that Jerry let
+fall, Mrs. Lockitt, and the fat cook,
+Mrs. Mincemeat, were holding high
+council up at the house, over a certain
+collation to be partaken of at the end
+of the entertainments.</p>
+
+<p>As the day wore on the excitement
+of our friends the Zouaves increased.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
+They could hardly either eat their
+dinners, or sit down for more than a
+moment at a time; and when, about
+three o'clock, Mr. Schermerhorn entered
+the busy little camp, he was surrounded
+directly with a crowd of
+eager questioners, all talking at once,
+and making as much noise as a colony
+of rooks.</p>
+
+<p>"Patience, patience, my good
+friends!" laughed Mr. Schermerhorn,
+holding up a finger for silence.
+"Every one in turn. Tom, here are
+your 'double headers,' with love from
+your mother. Fred, I saw your father
+to-day, and they are all coming down
+to the review. George, here is a note
+left for you in my box at the Post
+Office, and Dashahed Zouaves in general&mdash;I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
+have one piece of advice to
+give you. Get dressed quietly, and
+then sit down and rest yourselves.
+You will be tired out by the end of the
+afternoon, at all events; so don't frisk
+about more than you can help at present;"
+and Mr. Schermerhorn left the
+camp; while the boys, under strong
+pressure of Jerry, and the distant notes
+of a band which suddenly began to
+make itself heard, dressed themselves
+as nicely as they could, and sat down
+with heroic determination to wait for
+four o'clock.</p>
+
+<p>Presently, carriages began to
+crunch over the gravel road one after
+another, filled with merry children,
+and not a few grown people besides.
+Mr. and Mrs. Jourdain, with Bella,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
+were among the first to arrive; and
+soon after the Carltons' barouche
+drove up. Jessie, for some unknown
+reason, was full of half nervous glee,
+and broke into innumerable little trilling
+laughs when any one spoke to
+her. A sheet of lilac note paper, folded
+up tight, which she held in her
+hand, seemed to have something to do
+with it, and her soft brown curls and
+spreading muslin skirts were in equal
+danger of irremediable "mussing," as
+she fidgetted about on the carriage
+seat, fully as restless as any of the
+Zouaves.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Schermerhorn received his
+guests on the piazza, where all the
+chairs in the house, one would think,
+were placed for the company, as the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
+best view of the lawn was from this
+point. To the extreme right were the
+white tents of the camp, half hidden
+by the immense trunk of a magnificent
+elm, the only tree that broke the
+smooth expanse of the lawn. On the
+left a thick hawthorne hedge separated
+the ornamental grounds from the
+cultivated fields of the place, while in
+front the view was bounded by the
+blue and sparkling waters of the
+Sound.</p>
+
+<p>Soon four o'clock struck; and,
+punctual to the moment, the Zouaves
+could be seen in the distance, forming
+their ranks. Jerry, in his newest suit
+of regimentals, bustled about here and
+there, and presently his voice was
+heard shouting, "Are ye all ready<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
+now? <span class="smcap">Squad, 'Shun!</span> HARCH!" and to
+the melodious notes of "Dixie," performed
+by the band, which was stationed
+nearer the house, the regiment
+started up the lawn! Jerry marching
+up beside them, and occasionally uttering
+such mysterious mandates as,
+"Easy in the centre! keep your fours
+in the wheel! <i>Steady</i> now!"</p>
+
+<p>Oh, what a burst of delighted applause
+greeted them as they neared
+the house! The boys hurrahed, the
+girls clapped their hands, ladies and
+gentlemen waved their hats and handkerchiefs;
+while the Dashahed Zouaves,
+too soldierly <i>now</i> to grin, drew
+up in a long line, and stood like statues,
+without so much as winking.</p>
+
+<p>And now the music died away, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+everybody was as still as a mouse, while
+Jerry advanced to the front, and issued
+the preliminary order:</p>
+
+<p>"To the rear&mdash;open order!" and the
+rear rank straightway fell back; executing,
+in fact, that wonderful "tekkinapesstoth'rare"
+which had puzzled
+them so much on the first day of their
+drilling. Then came those other wonderful
+orders:</p>
+
+<div class='poem'>
+"P'<i>sent</i> humps!<br />
+"<i>Der</i> humps!<br />
+"Gr'<i>nd</i> humps!"<br />
+</div>
+
+<div class='unindent'>And so on, at which the muskets flew
+backward and forward, up and down,
+with such wonderful precision. The
+spectators were delighted beyond
+measure; an enthusiastic young gentleman,
+with about three hairs on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
+each side of his mustache, who belonged
+to the Twenty-second Regiment,
+declared "It was the best drill
+he had seen out of his company
+room!" a celebrated artist, whose
+name I dare not tell for the world,
+sharpened his pencil, and broke the
+point off three times in his hurry, and
+at last produced the beautiful sketch
+which appears at the front of this volume;
+while all the little boys who
+were looking on, felt as if they would
+give every one of their new boots and
+glass agates to belong to the gallant
+Dashahed Zouaves.</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i002.jpg" width="600" height="429" alt="&quot;DOUBLE-QUICK.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;DOUBLE-QUICK.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>After the guns had been put in
+every possible variety of position, the
+regiment went through their marching.
+They broke into companies,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+formed the line again, divided in two
+equal parts, called "breaking into platoons,"
+showed how to "wheel on the
+right flank," and all manner of other
+mysteries.</p>
+
+<p>Finally, they returned to their
+companies, and on Jerry's giving the
+order, they started at "double quick"
+(which is the most comical tritty-trot
+movement you can think of), dashed
+down the slope of the lawn, round the
+great elm, up hill again full speed, and
+in a moment more were drawn up in
+unbroken lines before the house, and
+standing once again like so many
+statues.</p>
+
+<p>It was really splendid! Round after
+round of applause greeted the
+Zouaves, who kept their positions for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+a moment, then snatching off their
+saucy little fez caps, they gave the
+company three cheers in return, of the
+most tremendous description; which
+quite took away the little remaining
+breath they had after the "double
+quick."</p>
+
+<p>Thus ended the first part of the review;
+and now, with the assistance of
+their rather Lilliputian battery, and
+Tom's double headers, they went
+through some firing quite loud enough
+to make the little girls start and jump
+uncomfortably; so this part of the entertainment
+was brought to rather a
+sudden conclusion. Jerry had just issued
+the order, "Close up in ranks to
+dismiss," when Mr. Schermerhorn,
+who, with Miss Carlton and Jessie,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
+had left the piazza a few minutes before,
+came forward, saying, "Have the
+goodness to wait a moment, Colonel;
+there is one more ceremony to go
+through with."</p>
+
+<p>The boys looked at each other in
+silent curiosity, wondering what could
+be coming; when, all at once, the
+chairs on the piazza huddled back in
+a great hurry, to make a lane for a
+beautiful little figure, which came
+tripping from the open door.</p>
+
+<p>It was Jessie; but a great change
+had been made in her appearance.
+Over her snowy muslin skirts she had
+a short classic tunic of red, white, and
+blue silk; a wreath of red and white
+roses and bright blue jonquils encircled
+her curls, and in her hand she carried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
+a superb banner. It was made of dark
+blue silk, trimmed with gold fringe;
+on one side was painted an American
+eagle, and on the other the words
+"Dashahed Zouaves," surrounded
+with a blaze of glory and gold stars.
+She advanced to the edge of the piazza,
+and in a clear, sweet voice, a little
+tremulous, but very distinct, she
+said:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">"<span class="smcap">Colonel and Brave Soldiers</span>:
+
+<p>"I congratulate you, in the name
+of our friends, on the success you have
+achieved. You have shown us to-day
+what Young America can do; and as
+a testimonial of our high admiration,
+I present you the colors of your regiment!</p>
+
+<p>"Take them, as the assurance that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
+our hearts are with you; bear them
+as the symbol of the Cause you have
+enlisted under; and should you fall
+beneath them on the field of battle, I
+bid you lay down your lives cheerfully
+for the flag of your country, and
+breathe with your last sigh the name
+of the Union! Colonel, take your
+colors!"</p></div>
+
+<p>Freddy's cheeks grew crimson, and
+the great tears swelled to his eyes as
+he advanced to take the flag which
+Jessie held toward him. And now
+our little Colonel came out bright,
+sure enough. Perhaps not another
+member of the regiment, called upon
+to make a speech in this way, could
+have thought of a word to reply; but
+Freddy's quick wit supplied him with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+the right ideas; and it was with a
+proud, happy face, and clear voice
+that he responded:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">"<span class="smcap">Ladies and Gentlemen</span>:
+
+<p>"I thank you, in the name of my
+regiment, for the honor you have done
+us. Inspired by your praises, proud to
+belong to the army of the Republic,
+we hope to go on as we have begun.
+To your kindness we owe the distinguishing
+colors under which we march
+hereafter; and by the Union for which
+we fight, they shall never float over a
+retreating battalion!"</p></div>
+
+<p>Oh! the cheers and clapping of
+hands which followed this little
+speech! Everybody was looking at
+Freddy as he stood there, the colors in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>
+his hand, and the bright flush on his
+cheek, with the greatest admiration.
+Of course, his parents weren't proud
+of him; certainly not!</p>
+
+<p>But the wonders were not at an
+end yet; for suddenly the band began
+playing a new air, and to this accompaniment,
+the sweet voice of some
+lady unseen, but which sounded to
+those who knew, wonderfully like Miss
+Lucy Carlton's, sang the following patriotic
+ballad:</p>
+
+<div class='poem'>
+"We will stand by our Flag&mdash;let it lead where it will&mdash;<br />
+Our hearts and our hopes fondly cling to it still;<br />
+Through battle and danger our Cause must be won&mdash;<br />
+Yet forward! undaunted we'll follow it on!<br />
+'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! still unsullied and bright,<br />
+As when first its fair stars lit oppression's dark night<br />
+And the standard that guides us forever shall be<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!<br />
+<br />
+"A handful of living&mdash;an army of dead,<br />
+The last charge been made and the last prayer been said;<br />
+What is it&mdash;as sad we retreat from the plain<br />
+That cheers us, and nerves us to rally again?<br />
+'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! to our country God-given,<br />
+That gleams through our ranks like a glory from heaven!<br />
+And the foe, as they fly, in our vanguard shall see<br />
+The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!<br />
+<br />
+"We will fight for the Flag, by the love that we bear<br />
+In the Union and Freedom, we'll baffle despair;<br />
+Trust on in our country, strike home for the right,<br />
+And Treason shall vanish like mists of the night.<br />
+Then cheer the old Flag! every star in it glows,<br />
+The terror of traitors! the curse of our foes!<br />
+And the victory that crowns us shall glorified be,<br />
+'Neath the Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!"<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>As the song ended, there was another
+tumult of applause; and then
+the band struck up a lively quickstep,
+and the company, with the Zouaves<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+marching ahead, poured out on the
+lawn toward the camp, where a bountiful
+collation was awaiting them,
+spread on the regimental table. Two
+splendid pyramids of flowers ornamented
+the centre, and all manner of
+"goodies," as the children call them,
+occupied every inch of space on the
+sides. At the head of the table Jerry
+had contrived a canopy from a large
+flag, and underneath this, Miss Jessie,
+Colonel Freddy, with the other
+officers, and some favored young ladies
+of their own age, took their seats.
+The other children found places around
+the table, and a merrier f&eacute;te champ&ecirc;tre
+never was seen. The band continued
+to play lively airs from time to
+time, and I really can give you my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+word as an author, that nobody looked
+cross for a single minute!</p>
+
+<p>Between you and me, little reader,
+there had been a secret arrangement
+among the grown folks interested in
+the regiment, to get all this up in such
+fine style. Every one had contributed
+something to give the Zouaves their
+flag and music, while to Mr. Schermerhorn
+it fell to supply the supper;
+and arrangements had been made and
+invitations issued since the beginning
+of the week. The regiment, certainly,
+had the credit, however, of getting up
+the review, it only having been the idea
+of their good friends to have the entertainment
+and flag presentation. So
+there was a pleasant surprise on both
+sides; and each party in the transaction,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
+was quite as much astonished and
+delighted as the other could wish.</p>
+
+<p>The long sunset shadows were rapidly
+stealing over the velvet sward as
+the company rose from table, adding
+a new charm to the beauty of the
+scene. Everywhere the grass was
+dotted with groups of elegant ladies
+and gentlemen, and merry children, in
+light summer dresses and quaintly
+pretty uniforms. The little camp, with
+the stacks of guns down its centre, the
+bayonets flashing in the last rays of
+the sun, was all crowded and brilliant
+with happy people; looking into the
+tents and admiring their exquisite order,
+inspecting the bright muskets,
+and listening eagerly or good-humoredly,
+as they happened to be children<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+or grown people, to the explanations
+and comments of the Zouaves.</p>
+
+<p>And on the little grassy knoll,
+where the flag staff was planted, central
+figure of the scene, stood Colonel
+Freddy, silent and thoughtful for the
+first time to-day, with Jerry beside
+him. The old man had scarcely left
+his side since the boy took the flag;
+he would permit no one else to wait
+upon him at table, and his eyes followed
+him as he moved among the gay
+crowd, with a glance of the utmost
+pride and affection. The old volunteer
+seemed to feel that the heart of a
+soldier beat beneath the little dandy
+ruffled shirt and gold-laced jacket of
+the young Colonel. Suddenly, the boy
+snatches up again the regimental colors;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+the Stars and Stripes, and little
+Jessie's flag, and shakes them out to
+the evening breeze; and as they flash
+into view and once more the cheers
+of the Zouaves greet their colors, he
+says, with quivering lip and flashing
+eye, "Jerry, if God spares me to be a
+man, I'll live and die a soldier!"</p>
+
+<p>The soft evening light was deepening
+into night, and the beautiful planet
+Venus rising in the west, when the
+visitors bade adieu to the camp; the
+Zouaves were shaken hands with until
+their wrists fairly ached; and then
+they all shook hands with "dear"
+Jessie, as Charley was heard to call
+her before the end of the day, and
+heard her say in her soft little voice
+how sorry she was they must go to-morrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+(though she certainly couldn't
+have been sorrier than <i>they</i> were), and
+then the good people all got into their
+carriages again, and drove off; waving
+their handkerchiefs for good-by
+as long as the camp could be seen;
+and so, with the sound of the last
+wheels dying away in the distance,
+ended the very end of</p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<span class="smcap">The Grand Review</span>.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.&mdash;<span class="smcap">and last</span>.</h2>
+
+<h3>"HOME, SWEET HOME."</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">And</span> now, at last, had come that
+"day of disaster," when Camp McClellan
+must be deserted. The very sun
+didn't shine so brilliantly as usual,
+thought the Zouaves; and it was positively
+certain that the past five days,
+although they had occurred in the
+middle of summer, were the very
+shortest ever known! Eleven o'clock
+was the hour appointed for the breaking
+up of the camp, in order that they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
+might return to the city by the early
+afternoon boat.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it possible we have been here
+a week?" exclaimed Jimmy, as he sat
+down to breakfast. "It seems as if
+we had only come yesterday."</p>
+
+<p>"What a jolly time it has been!"
+chimed in Charley Spicer. "I don't
+want to go to Newport a bit. Where
+are you going, Tom?"</p>
+
+<p>"To Baltimore&mdash;but I don't mean
+to Secesh!" added Tom, with a little
+blush. "I have a cousin in the Palmetto
+Guards at Charleston, and that's
+one too many rebels in the family."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind!" cried George
+Chadwick; "the Pringles are a first
+rate family; the rest of you are loyal
+enough, I'm sure!" and George gave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+Tom such a slap on the back, in token
+of his good will, that it quite brought
+the tears into his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>When breakfast was over, the
+Zouaves repaired to their tents, and
+proceeded to pack their clothes
+away out of the lockers. They were
+not very scientific packers, and, in
+fact, the usual mode of doing the
+business was to ram everything higgledy-piggledy
+into their valises, and
+then jump on them until they consented
+to come together and be
+locked. Presently Jerry came trotting
+down with a donkey cart used on
+the farm, and under his directions the
+boys folded their blankets neatly up,
+and placed them in the vehicle, which
+then drove off with its load, leaving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
+them to get out and pile together the
+other furnishings of the tents; for, of
+course, as soldiers, they were expected
+to wind up their own affairs, and we
+all know that boys will do considerable
+<i>hard work</i> when it comes in the
+form of <i>play</i>. Just as the cart, with
+its vicious little wrong-headed steed,
+had tugged, and jerked, and worried
+itself out of sight, a light basket carriage,
+drawn by two dashing black
+Canadian ponies, drew up opposite the
+camp, and the reins were let fall by a
+young lady in a saucy "pork pie"
+straw hat, who was driving&mdash;no other
+than Miss Carlton, with Jessie beside
+her. The boys eagerly surrounded the
+little carriage, and Miss Carlton said,
+laughing, "Jessie begged so hard for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
+a last look at the camp, that I had to
+bring her. So you are really going
+away?"</p>
+
+<p>"Really," repeated Freddy; "but
+I am so glad you came, Miss Jessie,
+just in time to see us off."</p>
+
+<p>"You know soldiers take themselves
+away houses and all," said
+George; "you will see the tents come
+down with a run presently."</p>
+
+<p>"And here comes Jerry to help
+us!" added Harry. As he spoke, the
+donkey cart rattled up, and Jerry,
+touching his cap to the ladies, got out,
+and prepared to superintend the downfall
+of the tents. By his directions,
+two of the Zouaves went to each tent,
+and pulled the stakes first from one
+corner, then the other; then they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
+grasped firmly the pole which supported
+the centre, and when the sergeant
+ejaculated "Now!" like a flash!
+the tents slid smoothly to the ground
+all at the same moment, just as you
+may have made a row of blocks fall
+down by upsetting the first one.</p>
+
+<p>And now came the last ceremony,
+the hauling down of the flag.</p>
+
+<p>"Stand by to fire a salute!" shouted
+Jerry, and instantly a company
+was detached, who brought the six
+little cannon under the flagstaff, and
+charged them with the last of the
+double headers, saved for this purpose;
+Freddy stood close to the flagstaff,
+with the halyards ready in his
+hands. Crack! fizz! went six matches<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>
+for the cannon. "Make ready! apply
+light, FIRE!"</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Bang!</span> and the folds of the flag
+stream out proudly in the breeze, as it
+rapidly descends the halyards, and
+flutters softly to the greensward.</p>
+
+<p>There was perfectly dead silence
+for a moment; then the voice of Mr.
+Schermerhorn was heard calling,
+"Come, boys, are you ready? Jump
+in, then, it is time to start for the
+boat." The boys turned and saw the
+carriages which had brought them so
+merrily to the camp waiting to convey
+them once more to the wharf;
+while a man belonging to the farm
+was rapidly piling the regimental luggage
+into a wagon.</p>
+
+<p>With sorrowful faces the Zouaves<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
+clustered around the pretty pony
+chaise; shaking hands once more with
+Jessie, and internally vowing to adore
+her as long as they lived. Then they
+got into the carriages, and old Jerry
+grasped Freddy's hand with an affectionate
+"Good-by, my little Colonel,
+God bless ye! Old Jerry won't never
+forget your noble face as long as he
+lives." It would have seemed like insulting
+the old man to offer him money
+in return for his loving admiration,
+but the handsome gilt-edged Bible
+that found its way to him soon after
+the departure of the regiment, was inscribed
+with the irregular schoolboy
+signature of "Freddy Jourdain, with
+love to his old friend Jeremiah Pike."</p>
+
+<p>As for the regimental standards,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
+they were found to be rather beyond the
+capacity of a rockaway crammed full
+of Zouaves, so Tom insisted on riding
+on top of the baggage, that he might
+have the pleasure of carrying them all
+the way. Up he mounted, as brisk as
+a lamplighter, with that monkey, Peter,
+after him, the flags were handed
+up, and with three ringing cheers, the
+vehicles started at a rapid trot, and
+the regiment was fairly off. They almost
+broke their necks leaning back
+to see the last of "dear Jessie," until
+the locusts hid them from sight, when
+they relapsed into somewhat dismal
+silence for full five minutes.</p>
+
+<p>As Peter was going on to Niagara
+with his father, Mr. Schermerhorn accompanied
+the regiment to the city,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>
+which looked dustier and red brickier
+(what a word!) than ever, now that
+they were fresh from the lovely green
+of the country. By Mr. Schermerhorn's
+advice, the party took possession
+of two empty Fifth avenue stages
+which happened to be waiting at the
+Fulton ferry, and rode slowly up
+Broadway to Chambers street, where
+Peter and his father bid them good-by,
+and went off to the d&eacute;p&ocirc;t. As Peter
+had declined changing his clothes
+before he left, they had to travel all
+the way to Buffalo with our young
+friend in this unusual guise; but, as
+people had become used to seeing soldiers
+parading about in uniform, they
+didn't seem particularly surprised,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>
+whereat Master Peter was rather disappointed.</p>
+
+<p>To go back to the Zouaves, however.
+When the stages turned into
+Fifth avenue, they decided to get out;
+and after forming their ranks in fine
+style, they marched up the avenue, on
+the sidewalk this time, stopping at the
+various houses or street corners where
+they must bid adieu to one and another
+of their number, promising to see
+each other again as soon as possible.</p>
+
+<p>At last only Tom and Freddy were
+left to go home by themselves. As
+they marched along, keeping faultless
+step, Freddy exclaimed, "I tell
+you what, Tom! I mean to ask my
+father, the minute he comes home, to
+let me go to West Point as soon as I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>
+leave school! I must be a soldier&mdash;I
+can't think of anything else!"</p>
+
+<p>"That's just what I mean to do!"
+cried Tom, with sparkling eyes; "and,
+Fred, if you get promoted before me,
+promise you will have me in your
+regiment, won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I will, certainly!" answered
+Freddy; "but you're the oldest, Tom,
+and, you know, the oldest gets promoted
+first; so mind you don't forget
+me when you come to your command!"</p>
+
+<p>As he spoke, they reached his own
+home; and our hero, glad after all to
+come back to father, mother, and sister,
+bounded up the steps, and rang
+the bell good and <i>hard</i>, just to let Joseph
+know that a personage of eminence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>
+had arrived. As the door
+opened, he turned gayly round, cap in
+hand, saying, "Good-by, Maryland;
+you've left the regiment, but you'll
+never leave the Union!" and the last
+words he heard Tom say were, "No,
+by George, <i>never!</i>"</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 45%;" />
+
+<p>And now, dear little readers, my
+boy friends in particular, the history
+of Freddy Jourdain must close. He
+still lives in New York, and attends
+Dr. Larned's school, where he is at the
+head of all his classes.</p>
+
+<p>The Dashahed Zouaves have met
+very often since the encampment, and
+had many a good drill in their room&mdash;the
+large attic floor which Mr.
+Jourdain allowed them for their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>
+special accommodation, and where
+the beautiful regimental colors are
+carefully kept, to be proudly displayed
+in every parade of the Zouaves.</p>
+
+<p>When he is sixteen, the boy Colonel
+is to enter West Point Academy,
+and learn to be a real soldier; while
+Tom&mdash;poor Tom, who went down to
+Baltimore that pleasant July month,
+promising so faithfully to join Freddy
+in the cadet corps, may never see the
+North again.</p>
+
+<p>And in conclusion let me say, that
+should our country again be in danger
+in after years, which God forbid, we
+may be sure that first in the field, and
+foremost in the van of the grand
+army, will be our gallant young
+friend,</p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<span class="smcap">Colonel Freddy</span>.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CONCLUSION.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">It</span> took a great many Saturday afternoons
+to finish the story of "Colonel
+Freddy," and the children returned
+to it at each reading with renewed
+and breathless interest. George and
+Helen couldn't help jumping up off
+their seats once or twice and clapping
+their hands with delight when anything
+specially exciting took place in
+the pages of the wonderful story that
+was seen "before it was printed," and
+a great many "oh's" and "ah's" testified
+to their appreciation of the gallant
+"Dashahed Zouaves." They
+laughed over the captive Tom, and
+cried over the true story of the old
+sergeant; and when at length the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>
+very last word had been read, and
+their mother had laid down the manuscript,
+George sprang up once more,
+exclaiming; "Oh, I wish I could be a
+boy soldier! Mamma, mayn't I recruit
+a regiment and camp out too?"
+"And oh! if I could only present a
+flag!" cried his sister; "I wish I had
+been Jessie; what a pity it wasn't all
+true!"</p>
+
+<p>"And what if I should tell you,"
+said their mother, laughing, "that a
+little bird has whispered in my ear
+that 'Colonel Freddy' was wonderfully
+like your little Long Island friend
+Hilton R&mdash;&mdash;?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, mamma! why, what makes
+you think so?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, something funny I heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
+about him last summer; never mind
+what!"</p>
+
+<p>The children wisely concluded that
+it was no use to ask any more questions;
+at the same moment solemnly resolving
+that the very next time they paid
+a visit to their aunt, who lived at Astoria,
+they would beg her to let them
+drive over to Mr. R&mdash;&mdash;'s place, and
+find out all about it.</p>
+
+<p>After this, there were no more
+readings for several Saturdays; but at
+last one morning when the children
+had almost given up all hopes of more
+stories, George opened his eyes on the
+sock hanging against the door, which
+looked more bulgy than ever. "Hurrah!"
+he shouted; "Aunt Fanny's
+daughter hasn't forgotten us, after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span>
+all!" and dressing himself in a double
+quick, helter-skelter fashion, George
+dashed out into the entry, forgot his
+good resolution, and slid down the
+banisters like a streak of lightning
+and began pummelling on his sister's
+door with both fists; shouting, "Come,
+get up! get up, Nelly! here's another
+Sock story for us!"</p>
+
+<p>This delightful announcement was
+quite sufficient to make Helen's stockings,
+which she was just drawing on in
+a lazy fashion, fly up to their places in
+a hurry; then she popped her button-over
+boots on the wrong feet, and had
+to take them off and try again; and,
+in short, the whole of her dressing was
+an excellent illustration of that time-honored
+maxim, "The more <i>haste</i>, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span>
+worse <i>speed;</i>" George, meanwhile, performing
+a distracted Indian war dance
+in the entry outside, until his father
+opened his door and wanted to know
+what the racket was all about.</p>
+
+<p>"Socks! socks! father!" cried
+George, joyfully.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment Helen came out,
+and the two children scampered down
+stairs, and sitting down side by side on
+the sofa, they proceeded to examine
+this second instalment of the Sock
+stories. They found it was again a
+whole book; and the title, on a little
+page by itself, read "<span class="smcap">German Socks</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I am so glad!" said Helen.
+"These must be more stories like that
+dear 'Little White Angel.'"</p>
+
+<p>And so they proved to be; for, on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span>
+their mother's commencing to read
+the first story, it was found to be
+called, "God's Pensioners;" and commenced,
+"It was a cold&mdash;" but stop!
+halt! This book was to be devoted
+to "Colonel Freddy;" but if you will
+only go to Mr. Leavitt's, the publishers,
+you will there discover what
+was the rest of the second Sock Stories.</p>
+
+<div class='center'><br /><br />
+THE END.<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3>
+<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p>
+
+<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text will <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'apprear'">appear</ins>.</p></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by 
+Sarah L. Barrow
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+***** This file should be named 29594-h.htm or 29594-h.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+        http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/5/9/29594/
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+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.  Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark.  Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission.  If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy.  You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research.  They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.  Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at
+http://gutenberg.org/license).
+
+
+Section 1.  General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A.  By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement.  If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B.  "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark.  It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.  There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement.  See
+paragraph 1.C below.  There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.  See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C.  The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works.  Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States.  If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed.  Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work.  You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D.  The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work.  Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change.  If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work.  The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E.  Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1.  The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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
+
+1.E.2.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges.  If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder.  Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4.  Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5.  Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6.  You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form.  However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form.  Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7.  Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8.  You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+     the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+     you already use to calculate your applicable taxes.  The fee is
+     owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+     has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+     Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.  Royalty payments
+     must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+     prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+     returns.  Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+     sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+     address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+     the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+     you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+     does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+     License.  You must require such a user to return or
+     destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+     and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+     Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+     money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+     electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+     of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+     distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9.  If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark.  Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1.  Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection.  Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2.  LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees.  YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.  YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3.  LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from.  If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation.  The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund.  If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund.  If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4.  Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5.  Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law.  The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6.  INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section  2.  Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.  It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need, are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come.  In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org.
+
+
+Section 3.  Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service.  The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541.  Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at
+http://pglaf.org/fundraising.  Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations.  Its business office is located at
+809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
+business@pglaf.org.  Email contact links and up to date contact
+information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official
+page at http://pglaf.org
+
+For additional contact information:
+     Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+     Chief Executive and Director
+     gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+
+Section 4.  Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment.  Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States.  Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements.  We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.  To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit http://pglaf.org
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States.  U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses.  Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5.  General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone.  For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included.  Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+     http://www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
+
+
+</pre>
+
+</body>
+</html>
diff --git a/29594-h/images/i001.jpg b/29594-h/images/i001.jpg
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..2067ad3
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-h/images/i001.jpg
diff --git a/29594-h/images/i002.jpg b/29594-h/images/i002.jpg
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..94cbf6e
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594-h/images/i002.jpg
diff --git a/29594.txt b/29594.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..a3cb804
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,2113 @@
+Project Gutenberg's Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by Sarah L. Barrow
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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: Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second
+       Being the Second Book of the Series
+
+Author: Sarah L. Barrow
+
+Release Date: August 3, 2009 [EBook #29594]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: BULL RUN.]
+
+
+
+THE SOCK STORIES,
+
+BY "AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER.
+
+RED, WHITE, AND BLUE SOCKS.
+
+Part Second.
+
+BEING
+
+THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SERIES.
+
+BY
+
+"AUNT FANNY'S" DAUGHTER,
+
+THE AUTHOR OF "THE LITTLE WHITE ANGEL."
+
+          NEW YORK:
+          LEAVITT & ALLEN, 21 & 23 MERCER ST.
+          1863.
+
+
+
+
+  ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
+  S. L. BARROW,
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States
+    for the
+  Southern District of New York.
+
+  JOHN F. TROW,
+  PRINTER, STEREOTYPER, AND ELECTROTYPER,
+  50 Greene Street, New York.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
+
+
+                                                 PAGE
+
+  COLONEL FREDDY; OR, THE MARCH AND ENCAMPMENT
+      OF THE DASHAHED ZOUAVES,
+
+  CHAP. I.--BELLIGERENT POWERS,                     5
+
+       II.--BULL RUN,                              30
+
+      III.--BEFORE MONTEREY,                       50
+
+      IV.--A GRAND REVIEW,                         87
+
+       V.--"HOME! SWEET HOME!"                    111
+
+  CONCLUSION,                                     125
+
+
+
+
+COLONEL FREDDY;
+
+OR,
+
+THE MARCH AND ENCAMPMENT OF THE DASHAHED ZOUAVES.
+
+PART II.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+BELLIGERENT POWERS.
+
+
+TUESDAY morning dawned "as clear as a bell," as an old lady once said,
+and the Dashahed Zouaves, if not exactly up with the sun, were awake and
+stirring at a much earlier hour than usual; and after a rather more
+careful washing and brushing than soldiers usually indulge in,
+assembled on the lawn, looking as bright as their own buttons.
+
+"What fun it is to be soldiers!" cried a little lisping fellow, one of
+the privates. "I only wish thome Southerners would come along now, and
+you'd thee how I'd _thmash_ 'em."
+
+"Bravo, Louie!" said Harry, laughing; "I dare say, if we were to go to
+the wars, you'd keep on fighting the battles of your country till you
+were chopped into inch bits!"
+
+"And pickled! I expect to be made Lieutenant-general,
+Commander-in-chief, Colonel, Major, Captain, Lieutenant, Sergeant
+Hamilton at the very least!"
+
+"Pooh! that's nothing to the feats of bravery I intend to perform!"
+cried Peter. "In my first battle I shall capture a 2,000-pound
+columbiad with one hand tied behind me, and carry it home for a paper
+weight!"
+
+"While I'm charging a regiment of mounted infantry single handed, and
+making them throw away their swords, and pistols, and things, and run
+for that 'last ditch' of theirs double quick!" said Will Costar,
+laughing; "but here comes breakfast, I'm happy to say. It strikes me
+camping out makes a fellow awful hungry, as well as no end of brave."
+
+A servant who had been sent from the house with breakfast materials, now
+approached, and the table being laid, the soldiers drew their camp
+stools around it; Colonel Freddy sitting at the head and pouring out
+coffee with great gravity. Everything was going on smoothly enough, when
+Harry tilted the tray on one side, and Charley knocked his elbow on the
+other, and away went the coffee to the very end of the table!
+
+"Charley," exclaimed the Colonel, severely, "what do you mean, sir? I'll
+have you put in arrest if you don't look out!"
+
+"Who'll put me there?"
+
+"Me!" shouted Peter. "I'm the boy to manage refractories. You'll see how
+I will come after you with a sharp stick--bayonet, I mean--and put you
+in arrest like that!" snapping his fingers.
+
+"By the way, when we've caught our rebels, where is the prison to be?"
+asked Jimmy.
+
+"Why, in the smoke house. There's a patent spring bolt on the
+door--father had it fixed the last time we had hams made; and if anybody
+was once in there, they'd never get out in the world, unless they could
+draw themselves fine like a wire and squeeze through the chimney."
+
+"We'll take care to keep out of it, then!" said Charley; "so, Colonel, I
+beg pardon for tilting the biggin--I didn't mean to do it so
+much--really!"
+
+"I, too!" cried Harry; "shake hands, old chap!"
+
+Good-tempered Freddy, always ready to "make up," caught a hand of each
+of his comrades, and breakfast went on amicably.
+
+Now, there lived in the house an old English man servant named Jerry
+Pike. He had formerly been a groom and attendant on Peter's uncle, Major
+Schermerhorn, and volunteered in the army at the time of the war with
+Mexico, that he might follow his dear master, whom he had served and
+loved ever since the Major was a mere boy. He had fought bravely beside
+him in many a hard battle, and, for his gallant conduct, been promoted
+to the rank of sergeant. When the hand of death removed that kind
+master, Mr. Schermerhorn had gladly taken Jerry to his own house, and
+promised him that should be his home as long as he lived. So now, like
+a gallant old war horse, who has a fresh green paddock, and lives in
+clover in his infirm age, Jerry not only stood at ease, but lived at
+ease; and worked or not as he felt disposed.
+
+When breakfast was over, Peter suddenly cried out, "I say, fellows,
+suppose we employ ourselves by having a drill! You know old Jerry that I
+told you about? I'll ask him to give us a lesson!"
+
+"Yes! that will be grand fun!" said Freddy. "Do go and find him, Peter;
+I should really like to learn how to drill as the soldiers do; so when
+General McClellan comes along, he'll admire us as much as the English
+General, old Sir Goutby Slogo, did the Seventh Regiment when they
+paraded before the Prince. 'Really, most extraordinary style of marching
+these American troops have,' said he, 'most hequal to the 'Orse Guards
+and the Hoxford Blues coming down Regent street!'"
+
+Meanwhile, Peter had scampered off to the house, and in a short time
+returned with a comical-looking little old man, dressed in faded
+regimentals.
+
+He touched his cap to the boys as he approached, in military style, and
+then drew himself up so very stiff and straight, awaiting their orders,
+that, as Freddy whispered to Tom, it was a perfect wonder he didn't snap
+short off at the waist.
+
+"Now, Jerry," began the Colonel, "we want you to give us a _real_
+drill, you know, just as you used to learn."
+
+"Yes, a regular one!" chimed in the rest; "we'll run for our guns."
+
+"Not fur your fust drill, I reckon, genl'men. You'll do bad enough
+without 'em, hech, hech!" cackled Jerry.
+
+"Very well--come begin then, Jerry!" cried impatient Will.
+
+"Are ye all ready?"
+
+"Yes, and waiting."
+
+"Then, genl'men, FALL IN!" exclaimed the sergeant, the first two words
+being uttered in his natural voice, but the last in an awful sepulchral
+tone, like two raps on the base kettle drum. Off duty, Jerry rather
+resembled a toy soldier, but when in giving his orders he stiffened his
+body, threw up his head, and stuck out his hands, he looked so like the
+wooden figures out of Noah's ark, that the boys burst into a shout of
+laughter.
+
+"Now, genl'men," exclaimed Jerry in a severe tone, "this won't do.
+Silence in the ranks. Squad! 'Shun. The fust manoover I shel teach you,
+genl'men, is the manoover of 'parade rest.' Now look at me, and do as I
+do."
+
+Anybody would have supposed, naturally enough, that to stand at rest
+meant to put your hands in your pockets and lean against a tree; but
+what Jerry did, was to slap his right hand against his left, like a
+torpedo going off, and fold them together; stick out his left foot, lean
+heavily upon his right, and look more like a Dutch doll than ever.
+
+The boys accordingly endeavored to imitate this performance; but when
+they came to try it, a difficulty arose. Whatever might be their usual
+ideas on the subject, there was a diversity of opinion now as to the
+proper foot to be advanced, and a wild uncertainty which was the left
+foot. The new soldiers shuffled backward and forward as if they were
+dancing hornpipes; while Jerry shouted, "Now, then, genl'men, I can't
+hear them hands come together smartly as I'd wished, not like a row of
+Jarsey cider bottles a poppin' one arter the other, but all at once.
+Now, then, SQUAD! 'SHUN!" in a voice of thunder, "Stan' at parade rest!
+No--no--them _lef futs_ adwanced! Well if ever!" And Jerry in his
+indignation gave himself such a thump on his chest that he knocked all
+the breath out of his body, and had to wait some moments before he could
+go on; while the boys, bubbling over with fun, took his scoldings in
+high good humor, and shrieked with laughter at their own ridiculous
+blunders, to the high wrath of their ancient instructor; who was so
+deeply interested and in earnest about his pursuit, that he didn't fail
+to lecture them well for their "insubornation;" which, indeed, nobody
+minded, except Tom Pringle, who, by the by, was from Maryland, and many
+of whose relations were down South. He had been looking rather sulky
+from the beginning of the drill, and now suddenly stepped from his place
+in the ranks, exclaiming, "I won't play! now I vow I won't!"
+
+"Why, Tom, what is the matter? Are you mad at us?" cried half a dozen
+voices at once.
+
+"Humm--" grumbled sulky Tom.
+
+"What say? I can't hear you," said Freddy. "Nonsense, Tom, don't be
+poky, come back and drill."
+
+"I won't! Let us alone, will you?"
+
+"All we want is, let us alone!" chanted Peter. "There, Fred, let him be
+cross if he wants to, we can play without him;" and the boys ran back to
+their places in the ranks, Freddy calling out, "Come fellows, let's try
+that old parade rest once more;" and on Jerry's giving the command, they
+really _did_ do it this time, and were pronounced capable of passing to
+grander evolutions.
+
+The first of these was the turn about so as to fall in ranks; something
+the Dashahed Zouaves hadn't dreamt of before. Get into ranks? Nothing
+could be easier than to stand four in a row, as they had done before;
+but when it came to "right face," most of the soldiers were found to
+have opposite views on the subject, and faced each other, to their
+mutual astonishment. The natural consequence was, that in three seconds
+the regiment was in such a snarl and huddle, that no one could tell
+which rank he belonged to or anything else; so Jerry, perfectly purple
+in the face with shouting, by way of helping them out of the scrape,
+gave them the following remarkable advice: "Squad, 'shun! At th' wud
+'Foz' the rer-rank will stepsmartly off wi' th' leffut, tekkinapesstoth'
+rare--Fo-o-o-res!"
+
+"W-h-a-t!" was the unanimous exclamation.
+
+Jerry repeated his mandate, which, after infinite puzzling (the honest
+sergeant being no assistance whatever), was discovered to mean, "At the
+word 'Fours,' the rear rank will step smartly off with the left foot,
+taking a pace to the rear. Fours!"
+
+This difficulty solved, the next "article on the programme," as Peter
+said, was the command March! or "harch!" according to Jerry.
+
+Out stepped Freddy, confident that he knew this much at any rate,
+followed by the others; but here again that celebrated left foot got
+them into trouble. The right foot _would_ pop out here and there, and as
+sure as it did, at the third step the unlucky Zouave found his leg
+firmly stuck between the ankles of the boy in front; and the "man"
+behind him treading on his heels in a way calculated to aggravate a
+saint; while meantime, the fellows in the rear rank, who were forever
+falling behind while they were staring at their feet to make sure which
+was the left one, _would_ endeavor to make up for it by taking a wide
+straddling step all of a sudden, and encircled the legs of people in
+front; a proceeding which, not being in accordance with "Hardee's
+Tactics," was not received with approbation by Jerry; who, looking at
+them with a sort of deprecating pity, hoarsely said, "Now, Company D!
+wot--wrong agin? fowod squad! wun, too, three, foore; hup! hup! hup!
+hold your head up, Mr. Fred; turn out your toes, Master William, and
+keep STEADY!"
+
+"Goody!" exclaimed Freddy at last, stopping short in the middle of his
+marching, "I can't stand this any longer! There, Jerry, we've had drill
+enough, thank you; I am knocked into a cocked hat, for my part!"
+
+"Very well, sir; it _is_ powerful hot; an' I must say you young genl'men
+have kep' at it steadier nor I expected, a gred deal."
+
+"Thank you, Jerry," said George, laughing, "we shall not forget our
+first drill in a hurry. I can't tell, for my part, which has been most
+bothered, you or we."
+
+"Allers glad to give you a little practice," grinned Jerry, "though
+you'd rive the gizzard out of an army drill sergeant, I'd wenture to
+say, if he hed the teachin' of you. Hech! hech! hech! Mornin', genl'men,
+your sarvent," and Jerry touched his cap to Colonel Freddy and marched
+off chuckling.
+
+As soon as he had made his exit, the boys clustered around Tom, as he
+sat turning his back on as many of the company as possible, and all
+began in a breath, "Now, Tom, do tell us what you're mad at; what have
+we done? please speak!"
+
+"Well, then," shouted Tom, springing up, "I'll tell you what, Frederic
+Jourdain! I won't be ordered around by any old monkey like
+that,"--pointing toward Jerry--"and as for _you_ and _your_ ordering
+about, I won't stand that either! fine as you think yourself; the
+Colonel, indeed!"
+
+"Why, Tom, how can you talk so? can't you play like the rest of us? I'm
+sure I haven't taken advantage of being Colonel to be domineering; have
+I, boys?"
+
+"No, no! not a bit, Fred--never mind what he says!"
+
+"Oh _do_--_don't_ appeal to them! You do that because you daren't say
+outright you mean to have everything your own way. That may be very well
+for them--you're all a parcel of Yankee shopkeepers together--but, I can
+tell you, no Southern _gentleman_ will stand it!"
+
+"North or South, Tom," began Will Costar, pretty sharply, "every
+regiment must have a head--and obey the head. We've chosen Fred our
+Colonel, and you must mind him. When he tells you to drill you've _got
+to do it_!"
+
+Tom wheeled round perfectly furious. "You say that again," he shouted,
+"and I'll leave the regiment! I will. I won't be told by any Northerner
+that I'm his subordinate, and if my State hadn't thought so too, she'd
+never have left the Union."
+
+"What! you dare to say anything against the Union!" cried George,
+turning white with rage; "do you mean to say that you _admire_ the South
+for seceding?"
+
+"Yes! I've a great mind to secede myself, what's more!"
+
+Freddy, as I said, was as sweet-tempered a little fellow as ever lived;
+but he was fairly aroused now. His blue eyes flashed fire; he crimsoned
+to the temples; his fists were clenched--and shouting, "you traitor!"
+like a flash, he sent Tom flying over on his back, with the camp stool
+about his ears.
+
+Up jumped Tom, kicked away the stool, and rushed toward Fred. But the
+others were too quick for him; they seized his arms and dragged him
+back; Peter calling out "No, don't fight him, Colonel; he's not worth
+it; let's have a court martial--that's the way to serve traitors!"
+
+Amid a perfect uproar of rage and contempt for this shameful attack on
+their Colonel, the Zouaves hastily arranged some camp stools for judge
+and jury; and George being chosen judge, the oldest members of the
+regiment took their places around him, and Tom was hauled up before the
+Court.
+
+"Oh stop, pray stop!" cried Freddy at this stage of affairs. "Indeed, I
+forgive him for what he said to me, if he will take back his language
+about the Union. I can't stand _that_."
+
+"You hear what the Colonel says," said George, sternly; "will you
+retract?"
+
+"No, never! if you think I'm going to be frightened into submission to a
+Northerner you're very much mistaken! No Southerner will ever be that!
+and as for your precious Union, I don't care if I say I hope there never
+will be a Union any more."
+
+"Then, by George!" shouted the judge, fairly springing from his seat,
+"You're a traitor, sir! Fellows, whoever is in favor of having this
+secessionist put under arrest, say Aye!"
+
+"Aye! AYE! AYE!" in a perfect roar.
+
+"Does any one object?" Nobody spoke.
+
+"Then I sentence him to be confined in the guard house till he begs
+pardon; Livingston, Costar, and Boorman to take him there."
+
+His captors pounced upon their prisoner with very little ceremony when
+this sentence was pronounced; when Tom, without attempting to escape,
+suddenly commenced striking out at every one he could reach. A grand
+hurley-burley ensued; but before long Tom was overpowered and dragged to
+the smoke, _alias_ guard house; heaping insults and taunts on the Union
+and the regiment all the way. Harry flung open the door of the prison,
+a picturesque little hut built of rough gray stone, and covered with
+Virginia creepers and wild honeysuckles. The others pushed Tom in, and
+Peter, dashing forward, slammed the door on him with a bang. Snap! went
+the bolt, and now nothing earthly could open it again but a Bramah key
+or a gunpowder explosion. Young Secession was fast, and the North
+triumphant. Hurrah!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+BULL RUN.
+
+
+THEIR first excitement over, the gallant Zouaves couldn't help looking
+at each other in rather a comical way. To be sure, it was very
+aggravating to have their country run down, and themselves assailed
+without leave or license; but they were by no means certain, now they
+came to think of it, that they had acted rightly in doing justice to the
+little rebel in such a summary manner. Peter especially, who had
+proposed the court martial, had an instinctive feeling that if his
+father were to learn the action they had taken, he would scarcely
+consider it to tally with the exercise of strict politeness to company.
+In short, without a word said, there was a tacit understanding in the
+corps that this was an affair to be kept profoundly secret.
+
+While they were still silently revolving this delicate question, little
+Louie Hamilton suddenly started violently, exclaiming, "Only listen a
+moment, felloth! what a strange noithe! It sounds like thome wild
+beast!"
+
+"Noise? I don't hear any," said Freddy; "yes I do, though--like
+something trampling the bushes!"
+
+"There's nothing worse than four cows and a house dog about our place,"
+said Peter; "but what that is I don't know--hush!"
+
+The boys listened with all their ears and elbows, and nearly stared
+themselves blind looking around to see what was the matter. They had not
+long to wait, however, for the trampling increased in the wood, a
+curious, low growling was heard, which presently swelled to a roar, and
+in a moment more, an immense brindled bull was seen dashing through the
+locusts, his head down and heels in the air, looking not unlike a great
+wheel-barrow, bellowing at a prodigious rate, and making straight toward
+the place where they stood!
+
+"Murder, what _shall_ we do?" cried Louie, turning deadly pale with
+terror, while the Zouaves, for an instant, appeared perfectly paralyzed.
+
+"Why run! run for your lives!" shouted George, who was the first to
+recover himself. "Peter, you lead the way; take us the shortest cut to
+the house, and--oh!"
+
+Not another word did George utter. He was saving his breath for the
+race. And now, indeed, began a most prodigious "skedaddle;" the boys
+almost flying on ahead, running nearly abreast, and their terrible enemy
+close behind, tearing up the ground with his horns, and galloping like
+an express!
+
+On sped the gallant Zouaves, making off as rapidly from the scene of
+action as their namesakes from Manassas, without pausing to remark
+which way the wind blew, until, at last, they had skirted the grove, and
+were on the straight road for the house. Here Peter stopped a moment,
+"Because some of the men will be near here, perhaps," he pantingly said,
+"and Master Bull will be caught if he ventures after us." Scarcely had
+he spoken, when the furious animal was once more seen, dashing on faster
+than ever, and flaming with rage, till he might have exploded a powder
+mill! Now for a last effort! One determined burst over the smooth road,
+and they are safe in the house!
+
+Little Louie, who was only nine years old, and the youngest of the
+party, had grasped hold of Freddy's hand when they first started; and
+been half pulled along by him so far; but now that safety was close at
+hand, he suddenly sank to the ground, moaning out, "Oh Fred, you must go
+on and leave me; I can't run any more. Oh mamma!"
+
+"No, no, Louie! don't do so!" cried Freddy. "Get up, little man! why,
+you can't think I would leave you, surely?" and, stooping down, the
+brave little fellow caught Louie up in his arms, and, thus burdened,
+tried to run on toward the house.
+
+The rest of the boys were now far beyond them; and had just placed their
+feet upon the doorstone, when a loud shout of "help!" made them turn
+round; and there was Freddy, with Louie in his arms, staggering up the
+road, the horns of the bull within a yard of his side!
+
+Like a flash of lightning, Will snatched up a large rake which one of
+the men had left lying on the grass, and dashed down the road. There is
+one minute to spare, just one! but in that minute Will has reached the
+spot, and launching his weapon, the iron points descend heavily on the
+animal's head.
+
+The bull, rather aghast at this reception, which did not appear to be at
+all to his taste, seemed to hesitate a moment whether to charge his
+adversary or not; then, with a low growl of baffled fury, he slowly
+turned away, and trotted off toward the wood.
+
+The help had not come a minute too soon; for Freddy, his sensitive
+organization completely overwrought by the events of the morning and his
+narrow escape from death, had fallen fainting to the ground; his hands
+still clenched in the folds of little Louie's jacket. Will instantly
+raised him, when he saw that all danger was over, and he and some of the
+others, who had come crowding down the road, very gently and quickly
+carried the insensible boy to the house, and laid him on the lounge in
+the library; while Peter ran for the housekeeper to aid in bringing him
+to life.
+
+Good Mrs. Lockitt hurried up stairs as fast as she could with camphor,
+ice water, and everything else she could think of good for fainting.
+
+"Mrs. Lockitt, where is papa?" asked Peter, as he ran on beside her.
+
+"Gone to New York, Master Peter," she replied; "I don't think he will be
+home before dinner time."
+
+Our little scapegrace breathed more freely; at least there were a few
+hours' safety from detection, and he reentered the library feeling
+considerably relieved.
+
+There lay Colonel Freddy, his face white as death; one little hand
+hanging lax and pulseless over the side of the lounge, and the ruffled
+shirt thrust aside from the broad, snowy chest. Harry stood over him,
+fanning his forehead; while poor Louie was crouched in a corner,
+sobbing as though his heart would break, and the others stood looking on
+as if they did not know what to do with themselves.
+
+Mrs. Lockitt hastened to apply her remedies; and soon a faint color came
+back to the cheek, and with a long sigh, the great blue eyes opened once
+more, and the little patient murmured, "Where am I?"
+
+"Oh, then he's not killed, after all!" cried Louie, running to his side.
+"Dear, dear Freddy! how glad I am you have come to life again!"
+
+This funny little speech made even Freddy laugh, and then Mrs. Lockitt
+said, "But, Master Peter, you have not told me yet how it happened that
+Master Frederic got in such a way."
+
+The eyes of the whole party became round and saucer-y at once; as, all
+talking together, they began the history of their fearful adventure.
+Mrs. Lockitt's wiry false curls would certainly have dropped off with
+astonishment if they hadn't been sewed fast to her cap, and she fairly
+wiped her eyes on her spectacle case, which she had taken out of her
+pocket instead of her handkerchief, as they described Freddy's noble
+effort to save his helpless companion without thinking of himself. When
+the narrative was brought to a close, she could only exclaim, "Well,
+Master Freddy, you are a little angel, sure enough! and Master William
+is as brave as a lion. To think of his stopping that great creetur, to
+be sure! Wherever in the world it came from is the mystery." So saying,
+Mrs. Lockitt bustled out of the room, and after she had gone, there was
+a very serious and grateful talk among the elder boys about the escape
+they had had, and a sincere thankfulness to God for having preserved
+their lives.
+
+The puzzle now was, how they were to return to the camp, where poor Tom
+had been in captivity all this time. It was certainly necessary to get
+back--but then the bull! While they were yet deliberating on the horns
+of this dilemma, the library door suddenly opened, and in walked--Mr.
+Schermerhorn!
+
+"Why, boys!" he exclaimed, "how do you come to be here? Fred, what's the
+matter? you look as pale as a ghost!"
+
+There was general silence for a moment; but these boys had been taught
+by pious parents to speak the truth always, whatever came of it. Ah!
+that is the right principle to go on, dear children; TELL THE TRUTH when
+you have done anything wrong, even if you are sure of being punished
+when that truth is known.
+
+So George, as the eldest, with one brave look at his comrades, frankly
+related everything that had happened; beginning at the quarrel with
+Tom, down to the escape from the bull. To describe the varied expression
+of his auditor's face between delight and vexation, would require a
+painter; and when George at last said, "Do you think we deserve to be
+punished, sir? or have we paid well enough already for our court
+martial?" Mr. Schermerhorn exclaimed, trying to appear highly incensed,
+yet scarcely able to help smiling:
+
+"I declare I hardly know! I certainly am terribly angry with you. How
+dare you treat a young gentleman so on my place? answer me that, you
+scapegraces! It is pretty plain who is at the bottom of all this--Peter
+dares not look at me, I perceive. At the same time, I am rather glad
+that Master Tom has been taught what to expect if he runs down the
+Union--it will probably save him from turning traitor any more, though
+you were not the proper persons to pass sentence on him. As for our
+plucky little Colonel here--shake hands, Freddy! you have acted like a
+hero! and for your sake I excuse the court martial. Now, let us see what
+has become of the bull, and then go to the release of our friend Tom. He
+must be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds by this time."
+
+Mr. Schermerhorn accordingly gave orders that the bull should be hunted
+up and secured, until his master should be discovered; so that the
+Zouaves might be safe from his attacks hereafter. If any of our readers
+feel an interest in the fate of this charming animal, they are informed
+that he was, with great difficulty, hunted into the stables; and before
+evening taken away by his master, the farmer from whom he had strayed.
+
+Leaving the others to await his capture, let us return to Tom. He had
+not been ten minutes in the smoke house before his wrath began to cool,
+and he would have given sixpence for any way of getting out but by
+begging pardon. That was a little too much just yet, and Tom stamped
+with rage and shook the door; which resisted his utmost efforts to
+burst. Then came the sounds without, the rushing, trampling steps, the
+furious bellow, and the shout, "Run! run for your lives!" Run! why on
+earth must they? What had happened? and especially what would become of
+him left alone there, with this unseen enemy perhaps coming at him next.
+He hunted in vain in every direction for some cranny to peep through;
+and if it had been possible, would have squeezed his head up the
+chimney. He shouted for help, but nobody heard him; they were all too
+frightened for that. He could hear them crunching along the road,
+presently; another cry, and then all was still.
+
+"What shall I do?" thought poor Tom. "Oh, where have they gone to?
+Please let me out, Freddy! do forgive me, boys! I'll f-fight for the
+Union as m-much as you like! oh! oh!" and at last--must it be
+confessed?--the gallant Secesh finished by bursting out crying!
+
+Time passed on--of course seeming doubly long to the prisoner--and still
+the boys did not return. Tom cried till he could cry no more; sniffling
+desperately, and rubbing his nose violently up in the air--a proceeding
+which did not ameliorate its natural bent in that direction. He really
+felt thoroughly sorry, and quite ready to beg pardon as soon as the boys
+should return; particularly as they had forgotten to provide the captive
+with even the traditional bread and water, and dinner-time was close at
+hand. While he was yet struggling between repentance and stomachache,
+the welcome sound of their voices was heard. They came nearer, and then
+a key was hastily applied to the fastenings of the door, and it flew
+open, disclosing the Zouaves, with Freddy at the head, and Mr.
+Schermerhorn bringing up the rear.
+
+Tom hung back a moment yet; then with a sudden impulse he walked toward
+Freddy, saying, "I beg your pardon, Colonel; please forgive me for
+insulting you; and as for the flag"--and without another word, Tom ran
+toward the flag staff, and catching the long folds of the banner in both
+hands, pressed them to his lips.
+
+"The chivalry forever!" said Mr. Schermerhorn, smiling. "That's right,
+Tom! bless the old banner! it is your safeguard, and your countrymen's
+too, if they would only believe it. Go and shake hands with him, boys;
+he is in his right place now, and if ever you are tempted to quarrel
+again, I am sure North and South will both remember
+
+                            "BULL RUN!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+BEFORE MONTEREY.
+
+
+IT is not necessary to describe the particular proceedings of the
+Dashahed Zouaves during every day of their camp life. They chattered,
+played, drilled, quarrelled a little once in a while, and made it up
+again, eat and slept considerably, and grew sunburnt to an astonishing
+degree.
+
+It was Thursday morning, the fourth of their delightful days in camp.
+Jerry had been teaching them how to handle a musket and charge
+bayonets, until they were quite excited, and rather put out that there
+was no enemy to practise on but the grasshoppers. At length, when they
+had tried everything that was to be done, Harry exclaimed, "I wish,
+Jerry, you would tell us a story about the wars! Something real
+splendid, now; perfectly crammed with Indians and scalps and awful
+battles and elegant Mexican palaces full of diamonds and gold saucepans
+and lovely Spanish girls carried off by the hair of their heads!"
+
+This flourishing rigmarole, which Harry delivered regardless of stops,
+made the boys shout with laughter.
+
+"You'd better tell the story yourself, since you know so much about
+it!" said Tom.
+
+"I allow you've never been in Mexico, sir," said Jerry, grinning. "I
+doubt but thar's palisses somewhar in Mexico, but I and my mates hev
+been thar, an' _we_ never seed none o' 'em. No, Master Harry, I can't
+tell ye sich stories as that, but I do mind a thing what happened on the
+field afore Monterey."
+
+The boys, delightedly exclaiming, "A story! a story! hurrah!" drew their
+camp stools around him; and Jerry, after slowly rubbing his hand round
+and round over his bristling chin, while he considered what to say
+first, began his story as follows:
+
+
+JERRY'S STORY.
+
+          "It wor a Sunday night, young genl'men, the 21st
+          of September, and powerful hot. We had been
+          fightin' like mad, wi' not a moment's rest, all
+          day, an' now at last wor under the canwas, they of
+          us as wor left alive, a tryin' to sleep. The
+          skeeters buzzed aroun' wonderful thick, and the
+          groun' aneath our feet wor like red-hot tin
+          plates, wi' the sun burnin' an blisterin' down. At
+          last my mate Bill says, says he, 'Jerry, my mate,
+          hang me ef I can stan' this any longer. Let you
+          an' me get up an' see ef it be cooler
+          out-o'-doors.'
+
+          "I wor tired enough wi' the day's fight, an'
+          worrited, too, wi' a wound in my shoulder; but
+          the tent wor no better nor the open field, an' we
+          got up an' went out. Thar wor no moon, but the sky
+          was wonderful full o' stars, so we could see how
+          we wor stannin' wi' our feet among the bodies o'
+          the poor fellows as had fired their last shot that
+          day. It wor a sight, young genl'men, what would
+          make sich as you sick an' faint to look on; but
+          sogers must larn not to min' it; an' we stood
+          thar, not thinkin' how awful it wor, and yet still
+          an' quiet, too.
+
+          "'Ah, Jerry,' says Bill--he wor a young lad, an'
+          brought up by a pious mother, I allow--'I dunnot
+          like this fightin' on the Sabba' day. The Lord
+          will not bless our arms, I'm afeard, if we go agin
+          His will so.'
+
+          "I laughed--more shame to me--an' said, 'I'm a
+          sight older nor you, mate, an' I've seed a sight
+          o' wictories got on a Sunday. The better the day,
+          the better the deed, I reckon.'
+
+          "'Well, I don't know,' he says; 'mebbe things is
+          allers mixed in time o' war, an' right an' wrong
+          change sides a' purpose to suit them as wants
+          battle an' tumult to be ragin'; but it don't go
+          wi' my grain, noways.'
+
+          "I hadn't experienced a change o' heart then, as I
+          did arterward, bless the Lord! an' I hardly
+          unnerstood what he said. While we wor a stannin'
+          there, all to onct too dark figgers kim a creepin'
+          over the field to'ard the Major's tent. 'Look
+          thar, Jerry,' whispered Bill, kind o' startin'
+          like, 'thar's some of them rascally Mexicans.' I
+          looked at 'em wi'out sayin' a wured, an' then I
+          went back to the tent fur my six-shooter--Bill
+          arter me;--fur ef it ain't the dooty o' every
+          Christian to extarminate them warmints o'
+          Mexicans, I'll be drummed out of the army
+          to-morrer.
+
+          "Wall, young genl'men--we tuck our pistols, and
+          slow and quiet we moved to whar we seed the two
+          Greasers, as they call 'em. On they kim, creepin'
+          to'ard my Major's tent, an' at las' one o' 'em
+          raised the canwas a bit. Bill levelled his
+          rewolver in a wink, an' fired. You shud ha' seed
+          how they tuck to their heels! yelling all the way,
+          till wun o' em' dropped. The other didn't stop,
+          but just pulled ahead. I fired arter him wi'out
+          touching him; but the noise woke the Major, an'
+          when he hearn wot the matter wor, he ordered the
+          alarm to be sounded an' the men turned out. 'It's
+          a 'buscade to catch us,' he says, 'an' I'm fur
+          being fust on the field.'
+
+          "Bill an' I buckled on our cartridge boxes, caught
+          up our muskets, an' were soon in the ranks. On we
+          marched, stiddy an' swift, to the enemy's
+          fortifications; an' wen we were six hundred yards
+          distant, kim the command, 'Double quick.' The sky
+          hed clouded up all of a suddent, an' we couldn't
+          see well where we wor, but thar was suthin' afore
+          us like a low, black wall. As we kim nearer, it
+          moved kind o' cautious like, an' when we wor
+          within musket range, wi' a roar like ten thousand
+          divils, they charged forred! Thar wor the flash
+          and crack o' powder, and the ring! ping! o' the
+          bullets, as we power'd our shot on them an' they
+          on us; but not another soun'; cr-r-r-ack went the
+          muskets on every side agin, an' the rascals wor
+          driven back a minnit. 'Charge bayonets!' shouted
+          the Major, wen he seed that. Thar wos a pause; a
+          rush forred; we wor met by the innimy half way;
+          an' then I hearn the awfullest o' created
+          soun's--a man's scream. I looked roun', an' there
+          wos Bill, lying on his face, struck through an'
+          through. Thar wos no time to see to him then, fur
+          the men wor fur ahead o' me, an' I hed to run an'
+          jine the rest.
+
+          "We hed a sharp, quick skirmish o' it--for ef thar
+          is a cowardly critter on the created airth it's a
+          Greaser--an' in less nor half an' hour wor beatin'
+          back to quarters. When all wor quiet agin, I left
+          my tent, an' away to look fur Bill. I sarched an'
+          sarched till my heart were almost broke, an at
+          last I cried out, 'Oh Bill, my mate, whar be you?'
+          an' I hearn a fibble v'ice say, 'Here I be,
+          Jerry!'
+
+          "I swon! I wor gladder nor anything wen I hearn
+          that. I hugged him to my heart, I wor moved so
+          powerful, an' then I tuck him on my back, an' off
+          to camp; werry slow an' patient, fur he were sore
+          wownded, an' the life in him wery low.
+
+          "Wall, young genl'men, I'll not weary you wi' the
+          long hours as dragged by afore mornin'. I med him
+          as snug as I could, and at daybreak we hed him
+          took to the sugeon's tent.
+
+          "I wor on guard all that mornin' an' could not get
+          to my lad; but at last the relief kim roun', an'
+          the man as was to take my place says, says he,
+          'Jerry, my mate, ef I was you I'd go right to the
+          hosp'tl an' stay by poor Bill' (fur they all knew
+          as I sot gret store by him); 'He is werry wild in
+          his head, I hearn, an' the sugeon says as how he
+          can't last long.'
+
+          "Ye may b'lieve how my hairt jumped wen I hearn
+          that. I laid down my gun, an' ran fur the wooden
+          shed, which were all the place they hed fur them
+          as was wownded. An' thar wor Bill--my mate
+          Bill--laying on a blanket spred on the floore, wi'
+          his clothes all on (fur it's a hard bed, an' his
+          own bloody uniform, that a sojer must die in), wi'
+          the corpse o' another poor fellow as had died all
+          alone in the night a'most touching him, an'
+          slopped wi' blood. I moved it fur away all in a
+          trimble o' sorrer, an' kivered it decent like, so
+          as Bill mightn't see it an' get downhearted fur
+          hisself. Then I went an' sot down aside my mate.
+          He didn't know me, no more nor if I wor a
+          stranger; but kept throwin' his arms about, an'
+          moanin' out continual, 'Oh mother! mother! Why
+          don't you come to your boy?'
+
+          "I bust right out crying, I do own, wen I hearn
+          that, an' takin' his han' in mine, I tried to
+          quiet him down a bit; telling him it wor bad fur
+          his wownd to be so res'less (fur every time he
+          tossed, thar kim a little leap o' blood from his
+          breast); an' at last, about foore o'clock in the
+          day, he opened his eyes quite sensible like, an'
+          says to me, he says, 'Dear matey, is that you?
+          Thank you fur coming to see me afore I die.'
+
+          "'No, Bill, don't talk so,' I says, a strivin' to
+          be cheerful like, tho' I seed death in his face,
+          'You'll be well afore long.'
+
+          "'Aye, well in heaven,' he says; and then, arter a
+          minnit, 'Jerry,' he says, 'thar's a little bounty
+          money as belongs to me in my knapsack, an' my
+          month's wages. I want you, wen I am gone, to take
+          it to my mother, an' tell her--'(he wor gaspin'
+          fearful)--'as I died--fightin' fur my country--an'
+          the flag. God bless you, Jerry--you hev been a
+          good frien' to me, an' I knows as you'll do
+          this--an' bid the boys good-by--fur me.'
+
+          "I promised, wi' the tears streamin' down my
+          cheeks; an' then we wor quiet a bit, fur it hurt
+          Bill's breast to talk, an' I could not say a wured
+          fur the choke in my throat. Arter a while he says,
+          'Jerry, won't you sing me the hymn as I taught you
+          aboard the transport? about the Lord our Captin?'
+
+          "I could hardly find v'ice to begin, but it wor
+          Bill's dying wish, an' I made shift to sing as
+          well as I could--
+
+          "'We air marchin' on together
+              To our etarnal rest;
+           Niver askin' why we're ordered--
+             For the Lord He knoweth best.
+           Christ is our Captain!
+             'Forred!' is His word;
+           Ranks all steady, muskets ready,
+             In the army o' the Lord!
+
+          "'Satan's hosts are all aroun' us,
+             An' strive to enter in;
+           But our outworks they are stronger
+             Nor the dark brigades o' sin!
+           Christ is our Fortress!
+             Righteousness our sword;
+           Truth the standard--in the vanguard--
+             O' the army o' the Lord!
+
+          "'Comrads, we air ever fightin'
+             A battle fur the right;
+           Ever on the on'ard movement
+             Fur our home o' peace an' light.
+           Christ is our Leader!
+             Heaven our reward,
+          Comin' nearer, shinin' clearer--
+             In the army o' the Lord!'
+
+          "Arter I hed sung the hymn--an' it wor all I could
+          do to get through--Bill seemed to be a sight
+          easier. He lay still, smilin' like a child on the
+          mother's breast. Pretty soon arter, the Major kim
+          in; an' wen he seed Bill lookin' so peaceful, he
+          says, says he, 'Why, cheer up, my lad! the sugeon
+          sayd as how you wor in a bad way; but you look
+          finely now;'--fur he didn't know it wor the death
+          look coming over him. 'You'll be about soon,'
+          says the Major, 'an' fightin' fur the flag as
+          brave as ever,'
+
+          "Bill didn't say nothing--he seemed to be getting
+          wild agin;--an' looked stupid like at our Major
+          till he hearn the wureds about the flag. Then he
+          caught his breath suddint like, an', afore we
+          could stop him, he had sprang to his feet--shakin'
+          to an' fro like a reed--but as straight as he ever
+          wor on parade; an', his v'ice all hoarse an' full
+          o' death, an' his arm in the air, he shouted,
+          'Aye! God--bless--the--flag! we'll fight fur it
+          till--' an' then we hearn a sort o' snap, an' he
+          fell forred--dead!
+
+          "We buried him that night, I an' my mates. I cut
+          off a lock o' his hair fur his poor mother, afore
+          we put the airth over him; an' giv it to her, wi'
+          poor Bill's money, faithful an' true, wen we kim
+          home. I've lived to be an old man since then, an'
+          see the Major go afore me, as I hoped to sarve
+          till my dyin' day; but Lord willing I shel go
+          next, to win the Salwation as I've fitten for, by
+          Bill's side, a sojer in Christ's army, in the
+          Etarnal Jerusalem!"
+
+The boys took a long breath when Jerry had finished his story, and more
+than one bright eye was filled with tears. The rough words, and plain,
+unpolished manner of the old soldier, only heightened the impression
+made by his story; and as he rose to go away, evidently much moved by
+the painful recollections it excited, there was a hearty, "Thank you,
+sergeant, for your story--it was real good!" Jerry only touched his cap
+to the young soldiers, and marched off hastily, while the boys looked
+after him in respectful silence. But young spirits soon recover from
+gloomy influences, and in a few moments they were all chattering merrily
+again.
+
+"What a pity we must go home Monday!" cried Louie; "I wish we could camp
+out forever! Oh, Freddy, do write a letter to General McClellan, and ask
+him to let us join the army right away! Tell him we'll buy some new
+india-rubber back-bones and stretch ourselves out big directly, if he'll
+only send right on for us!"
+
+"Perhaps he would, if he knew how jolly we can drill already!" said
+Peter, laughing. "I tell you what, boys, the very thing! let's have a
+review before we go home. I'll ask all the boys and girls I know to come
+and look on, and we might have quite a grand entertainment. Won't that
+be splendid? We can march about all over, and fire off the cannons and
+everything! I'm sure father will let us."
+
+"Yes, but how's General McClellan to hear anything about it?" inquired
+practical Louie.
+
+"Why--I don't know," said Peter, rather taken aback by this view of the
+subject. "Well, somehow--never mind, it will be grand fun, and I mean
+to ask my father right away."
+
+"Take me with you?" called a dozen fellows directly. Finally it was
+concluded that it might make more impression on Mr. Schermerhorn's mind,
+if the application came from the regiment in a body; so, running for
+their swords and guns, officers and men found their places in the
+battalion, and the grand procession started on its way--chattering all
+the time, in utter defiance of that "article of war" which forbids
+"talking in the ranks." Just as they were passing the lake, they heard
+carriage wheels crunching on the gravel, and drew up in a long line on
+the other side of the road to let the vehicle pass them; much to the
+astonishment of two pretty young ladies and a sweet little girl, about
+Freddy's age, who were leaning comfortably back in the handsome
+barouche.
+
+"Why, Peter!" exclaimed one of the ladies, "what in the world is all
+this?"
+
+"This!" cried Peter, running up to the carriage, "why, these are the
+Dashahed Zouaves, Miss Carlton. We have been in camp ever since Monday.
+Good morning, Miss Jessie," to the little girl on the front seat, who
+was looking on with deep interest.
+
+"Oh, to be sure, I remember," said Miss Carlton, laughing; "come,
+introduce the Zouaves, Peter; we are wild to know them!"
+
+The boys clustered eagerly about the carriage and a lively chat took
+place. The Zouaves, some blushing and bashful, others frank and
+confident, and all desperately in love already with pretty little
+Jessie, related in high glee their adventures--except the celebrated
+court martial--and enlarged glowingly upon the all-important subject of
+the grand review.
+
+Colonel Freddy, of course, played a prominent part in all this, and with
+his handsome face, bright eyes, and frank, gentlemanly ways, needed only
+those poor lost curls to be a perfect picture of a soldier. He chattered
+away with Miss Lucy, the second sister, and obtained her special promise
+that she would plead their cause with Mr. Schermerhorn in case the
+united petitions of the corps should fail. The young ladies did not know
+of Mrs. Schermerhorn's departure, but Freddy and Peter together coaxed
+them to come up to the house "anyhow." The carriage was accordingly
+taken into the procession, and followed it meekly to the house; the
+Zouaves insisting on being escort, much to the terror of the young
+ladies; who were in constant apprehension that the rear rank and the
+horses might come to kicks--not to say blows--and the embarrassment of
+the coachman; who, as they were constantly stopping unexpectedly to turn
+round and talk, didn't know "where to have them," as the saying is.
+However, they reached their destination in safety before long, and
+found Mr. Schermerhorn seated on the piazza. He hastened forward to meet
+them, with the cordial greeting of an old friend.
+
+"Well, old bachelor," said Miss Carlton, gayly, as the young ladies
+ascended the steps, "you see we have come to visit you in state, with
+the military escort befitting patriotic young ladies who have four
+brothers on the Potomac. What has become of Madame, please?"
+
+"Gone to Niagara and left me a 'lone lorn creetur;'" said Mr.
+Schermerhorn, laughing. "Basely deserted me when my farming couldn't be
+left. But how am I to account for the presence of the military,
+mademoiselle?"
+
+"Really, I beg their pardons," exclaimed Miss Carlton. "They have come
+on a special deputation to you, Mr. Schermerhorn, so pray don't let us
+interrupt business."
+
+Thus apostrophised, the boys scampered eagerly up the steps; and Freddy,
+a little bashful, but looking as bright as a button, delivered the
+following brief oration: "Mr. Schermerhorn: I want--that is, the boys
+want--I mean we all want--to have a grand review on Saturday, and ask
+our friends to look on. Will you let us do it, please?"
+
+"Certainly, with the greatest pleasure!" replied Mr. Schermerhorn,
+smiling; "but what will become of you good people when I tell you that
+I have just received a letter from Mrs. Schermerhorn, asking me to join
+her this week instead of next, and bring Peter with me."
+
+"Oh! father, please let me stay!" interrupted Peter; "can't you tell ma
+I've joined the army for the war? We all want to stay like everything!"
+
+"And forage for yourselves?" said his father, laughing. "No, the army
+must give you up, and lose a valuable member, Master Peter; but just
+have the goodness to listen a moment. The review shall take place, but
+as the camp will have to break up on Saturday instead of Monday, as I
+had intended, the performances must come off to-morrow. Does that suit
+your ideas?"
+
+The boys gave a delighted consent to this arrangement, and now the only
+thing which dampened their enjoyment was the prospect of such a speedy
+end being put to their camp life. "Confound it! what was the fun for a
+fellow to be poked into a stupid watering place, where he must bother to
+keep his hair parted down the middle, and a clean collar stiff enough to
+choke him on from morning till night?" as Tom indignantly remarked to
+George and Will the same evening. "The fact is, this sort of thing is
+_the_ thing for a _man_ after all!" an opinion in which the other _men_
+fully concurred.
+
+But let us return to the piazza, where we have left the party. After a
+few moments more spent in chatting with Mr. Schermerhorn, it was decided
+to accept Colonel Freddy's polite invitation, which he gave with such a
+bright little bow, to inspect the camp. You may be sure it was in
+apple-pie order, for Jerry, who had taken the Zouaves under his special
+charge, insisted on their keeping it in such a state of neatness as only
+a soldier ever achieved. The party made an extremely picturesque
+group--the gay uniforms of the Zouaves, and light summer dresses of the
+ladies, charmingly relieved against the background of trees; while Mr.
+Schermerhorn's stately six feet, and somewhat portly proportions, quite
+reminded one of General Scott; especially among such a small army; in
+which George alone quite came up to the regulation "63 inches."
+
+Little Jessie ran hither and thither, surrounded by a crowd of adorers,
+who would have given their brightest buttons, every "man" of them, to be
+the most entertaining fellow of the corps. They showed her the battery
+and the stacks of shining guns--made to stand up by Jerry in a wonderful
+fashion that the boys never could hope to attain--the inside of all the
+tents, and the smoke guard house (Tom couldn't help a blush as he looked
+in); and finally, as a parting compliment (which, let me tell you, is
+the greatest, in a boy's estimation, that can possibly be paid), Freddy
+made her a present of his very largest and most gorgeous "glass agates;"
+one of which was all the colors of the rainbow, and the other
+patriotically adorned with the Stars and Stripes in enamel. Peter
+climbed to the top of the tallest cherry tree, and brought her down a
+bough at least a yard and a half long, crammed with "ox hearts;" Harry
+eagerly offered to make any number of "stunning baskets" out of the
+stones, and in short there never was such a belle seen before.
+
+"Oh, a'int she jolly!" was the ruling opinion among the Zouaves. A
+private remark was also circulated to the effect that "Miss Jessie was
+stunningly pretty."
+
+The young ladies at last said good-by to the camp; promising faithfully
+to send all the visitors they could to the grand review, and drove off
+highly entertained with their visit. Mr. Schermerhorn decided to take
+the afternoon boat for the city and return early Friday morning, and the
+boys, left to themselves, began to think of dinner, as it was two
+o'clock. A brisk discussion was kept up all dinner time you may be sure,
+concerning the event to come off on the morrow.
+
+"I should like to know, for my part, what we do in a review," said
+Jimmy, balancing his fork artistically on the end of his finger, and
+looking solemnly round the table.
+
+"Why, show off everything we know!" said Charley Spicer. "March about,
+and form into ranks and columns, and all that first, then do charming
+"parade rest," "'der humps!" and the rest of it; and finish off by
+firing off our guns, and showing how we can't hit anything by any
+possibility!"
+
+"But these guns won't fire off!" objected Jimmy.
+
+"Well, the cannon then!"
+
+"But I'm sure father won't let us have any powder," said Peter
+disconsolately. "You can't think how I burnt the end of my nose last
+Fourth with powder! It was so sore I couldn't blow it for a week!"
+
+The boys all burst out laughing at this dreadful disaster, and George
+said, "You weren't lighting it with the end of your nose, were you?"
+
+"No; but I was stooping over, charging one of my cannon, and I dropped
+the 'punk' right in the muzzle somehow, and, would you believe it, the
+nasty thing went off and burnt my nose! and father said I shouldn't play
+with powder any more, because I might have put out my eyes."
+
+"Well, we must take it out in marching, then," said Freddy, with a
+tremendous sigh.
+
+"No, hold on; I'll tell you what we can do!" cried Tom, eagerly. "I have
+some 'double headers' left from the Fourth; we might fire them out of
+the cannon; they make noise enough, I'm sure. I'll write to my mother
+this afternoon and get them."
+
+The boys couldn't help being struck with the generosity of this offer,
+coming from Tom after their late rather unkind treatment of him; and the
+older ones especially were very particular to thank him for his present.
+As soon as dinner was over, he started for the house to ask Mr.
+Schermerhorn to carry his message. As he hurried along the road, his
+bright black eyes sparkling with the happiness of doing a good action,
+he heard trotting steps behind him, felt an arm stealing round his neck,
+schoolboy fashion, and there was Freddy.
+
+"I ran after you all the way," he pantingly said. "I want to tell you,
+dear Tom, how much we are obliged to you for giving us your crackers,
+and how sorry we are that we acted so rudely to you the other day.
+Please forgive us; we all like you so much, and we would feel as mean as
+anything to take your present without begging pardon. George, Peter, and
+I feel truly ashamed of ourselves every time we think of that abominable
+court martial."
+
+"There, old fellow, don't say a word more about it!" was the hearty
+response; and Tom threw his arm affectionately about his companion. "It
+was my fault, Freddy, and all because I was mad at poor old Jerry; how
+silly! I was sorry for what I said right afterward."
+
+"Then we are friends again?" cried Freddy, joyfully.
+
+"Yes; I'll like you as long as I live! and ever so much longer." And so
+we will leave the two on their walk to the house, and close this
+abominably long chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+A GRAND REVIEW.
+
+
+THERE are really scarcely words enough in the dictionary properly to
+describe the immense amount of drill got through with by the Dashahed
+Zouaves between three o'clock that afternoon and twelve, noon, of the
+following day. This Friday afternoon was going to be memorable in
+history for one of the most splendid reviews on record. They almost ran
+poor old Jerry off his legs in their eagerness to go over every possible
+variety of exercise known to "Hardee's Tactics," and nearly dislocated
+their shoulder blades trying to waggle their elbows backward and forward
+all at once when they went at "double quick;" at the same time keeping
+the other arm immovably pinioned to their sides. Then that wonderful
+operation of stacking the rebellious guns, which obstinately clattered
+down nine times and a half out of ten, had to be gone through with, and
+a special understanding promulgated in the corps as to when Jerry's
+"'der arms!" meant "shoulder arms," and when "order arms" (or bringing
+all the muskets down together with a bang); and, in short, there never
+was such a busy time seen in camp before.
+
+Friday morning dawned, if possible, still more splendidly than any of
+the preceding days, with a cool, refreshing breeze, just enough snowy
+clouds in the sky to keep off the fiery summer heat in a measure, and
+not a headache nor a heartache among the Zouaves to mar the pleasure of
+the day. The review was to come off at four o'clock, when the July sun
+would be somewhat diminished in warmth, and from some hints that Jerry
+let fall, Mrs. Lockitt, and the fat cook, Mrs. Mincemeat, were holding
+high council up at the house, over a certain collation to be partaken of
+at the end of the entertainments.
+
+As the day wore on the excitement of our friends the Zouaves increased.
+They could hardly either eat their dinners, or sit down for more than a
+moment at a time; and when, about three o'clock, Mr. Schermerhorn
+entered the busy little camp, he was surrounded directly with a crowd of
+eager questioners, all talking at once, and making as much noise as a
+colony of rooks.
+
+"Patience, patience, my good friends!" laughed Mr. Schermerhorn, holding
+up a finger for silence. "Every one in turn. Tom, here are your 'double
+headers,' with love from your mother. Fred, I saw your father to-day,
+and they are all coming down to the review. George, here is a note left
+for you in my box at the Post Office, and Dashahed Zouaves in
+general--I have one piece of advice to give you. Get dressed quietly,
+and then sit down and rest yourselves. You will be tired out by the end
+of the afternoon, at all events; so don't frisk about more than you can
+help at present;" and Mr. Schermerhorn left the camp; while the boys,
+under strong pressure of Jerry, and the distant notes of a band which
+suddenly began to make itself heard, dressed themselves as nicely as
+they could, and sat down with heroic determination to wait for four
+o'clock.
+
+Presently, carriages began to crunch over the gravel road one after
+another, filled with merry children, and not a few grown people besides.
+Mr. and Mrs. Jourdain, with Bella, were among the first to arrive; and
+soon after the Carltons' barouche drove up. Jessie, for some unknown
+reason, was full of half nervous glee, and broke into innumerable little
+trilling laughs when any one spoke to her. A sheet of lilac note paper,
+folded up tight, which she held in her hand, seemed to have something to
+do with it, and her soft brown curls and spreading muslin skirts were in
+equal danger of irremediable "mussing," as she fidgetted about on the
+carriage seat, fully as restless as any of the Zouaves.
+
+Mr. Schermerhorn received his guests on the piazza, where all the chairs
+in the house, one would think, were placed for the company, as the best
+view of the lawn was from this point. To the extreme right were the
+white tents of the camp, half hidden by the immense trunk of a
+magnificent elm, the only tree that broke the smooth expanse of the
+lawn. On the left a thick hawthorne hedge separated the ornamental
+grounds from the cultivated fields of the place, while in front the view
+was bounded by the blue and sparkling waters of the Sound.
+
+Soon four o'clock struck; and, punctual to the moment, the Zouaves could
+be seen in the distance, forming their ranks. Jerry, in his newest suit
+of regimentals, bustled about here and there, and presently his voice
+was heard shouting, "Are ye all ready now? SQUAD, 'SHUN! HARCH!" and to
+the melodious notes of "Dixie," performed by the band, which was
+stationed nearer the house, the regiment started up the lawn! Jerry
+marching up beside them, and occasionally uttering such mysterious
+mandates as, "Easy in the centre! keep your fours in the wheel! _Steady_
+now!"
+
+Oh, what a burst of delighted applause greeted them as they neared the
+house! The boys hurrahed, the girls clapped their hands, ladies and
+gentlemen waved their hats and handkerchiefs; while the Dashahed
+Zouaves, too soldierly _now_ to grin, drew up in a long line, and stood
+like statues, without so much as winking.
+
+And now the music died away, and everybody was as still as a mouse,
+while Jerry advanced to the front, and issued the preliminary order:
+
+"To the rear--open order!" and the rear rank straightway fell back;
+executing, in fact, that wonderful "tekkinapesstoth'rare" which had
+puzzled them so much on the first day of their drilling. Then came those
+other wonderful orders:
+
+          "P'_sent_ humps!
+          "_Der_ humps!
+          "Gr'_nd_ humps!"
+
+And so on, at which the muskets flew backward and forward, up and down,
+with such wonderful precision. The spectators were delighted beyond
+measure; an enthusiastic young gentleman, with about three hairs on
+each side of his mustache, who belonged to the Twenty-second Regiment,
+declared "It was the best drill he had seen out of his company room!" a
+celebrated artist, whose name I dare not tell for the world, sharpened
+his pencil, and broke the point off three times in his hurry, and at
+last produced the beautiful sketch which appears at the front of this
+volume; while all the little boys who were looking on, felt as if they
+would give every one of their new boots and glass agates to belong to
+the gallant Dashahed Zouaves.
+
+[Illustration: "DOUBLE-QUICK."]
+
+After the guns had been put in every possible variety of position, the
+regiment went through their marching. They broke into companies,
+formed the line again, divided in two equal parts, called "breaking into
+platoons," showed how to "wheel on the right flank," and all manner of
+other mysteries.
+
+Finally, they returned to their companies, and on Jerry's giving the
+order, they started at "double quick" (which is the most comical
+tritty-trot movement you can think of), dashed down the slope of the
+lawn, round the great elm, up hill again full speed, and in a moment
+more were drawn up in unbroken lines before the house, and standing once
+again like so many statues.
+
+It was really splendid! Round after round of applause greeted the
+Zouaves, who kept their positions for a moment, then snatching off
+their saucy little fez caps, they gave the company three cheers in
+return, of the most tremendous description; which quite took away the
+little remaining breath they had after the "double quick."
+
+Thus ended the first part of the review; and now, with the assistance of
+their rather Lilliputian battery, and Tom's double headers, they went
+through some firing quite loud enough to make the little girls start and
+jump uncomfortably; so this part of the entertainment was brought to
+rather a sudden conclusion. Jerry had just issued the order, "Close up
+in ranks to dismiss," when Mr. Schermerhorn, who, with Miss Carlton and
+Jessie, had left the piazza a few minutes before, came forward, saying,
+"Have the goodness to wait a moment, Colonel; there is one more ceremony
+to go through with."
+
+The boys looked at each other in silent curiosity, wondering what could
+be coming; when, all at once, the chairs on the piazza huddled back in a
+great hurry, to make a lane for a beautiful little figure, which came
+tripping from the open door.
+
+It was Jessie; but a great change had been made in her appearance. Over
+her snowy muslin skirts she had a short classic tunic of red, white, and
+blue silk; a wreath of red and white roses and bright blue jonquils
+encircled her curls, and in her hand she carried a superb banner. It
+was made of dark blue silk, trimmed with gold fringe; on one side was
+painted an American eagle, and on the other the words "Dashahed
+Zouaves," surrounded with a blaze of glory and gold stars. She advanced
+to the edge of the piazza, and in a clear, sweet voice, a little
+tremulous, but very distinct, she said:
+
+          "COLONEL AND BRAVE SOLDIERS:
+
+          "I congratulate you, in the name of our friends,
+          on the success you have achieved. You have shown
+          us to-day what Young America can do; and as a
+          testimonial of our high admiration, I present you
+          the colors of your regiment!
+
+          "Take them, as the assurance that our hearts are
+          with you; bear them as the symbol of the Cause you
+          have enlisted under; and should you fall beneath
+          them on the field of battle, I bid you lay down
+          your lives cheerfully for the flag of your
+          country, and breathe with your last sigh the name
+          of the Union! Colonel, take your colors!"
+
+Freddy's cheeks grew crimson, and the great tears swelled to his eyes as
+he advanced to take the flag which Jessie held toward him. And now our
+little Colonel came out bright, sure enough. Perhaps not another member
+of the regiment, called upon to make a speech in this way, could have
+thought of a word to reply; but Freddy's quick wit supplied him with
+the right ideas; and it was with a proud, happy face, and clear voice
+that he responded:
+
+          "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN:
+
+          "I thank you, in the name of my regiment, for the
+          honor you have done us. Inspired by your praises,
+          proud to belong to the army of the Republic, we
+          hope to go on as we have begun. To your kindness
+          we owe the distinguishing colors under which we
+          march hereafter; and by the Union for which we
+          fight, they shall never float over a retreating
+          battalion!"
+
+Oh! the cheers and clapping of hands which followed this little speech!
+Everybody was looking at Freddy as he stood there, the colors in his
+hand, and the bright flush on his cheek, with the greatest admiration.
+Of course, his parents weren't proud of him; certainly not!
+
+But the wonders were not at an end yet; for suddenly the band began
+playing a new air, and to this accompaniment, the sweet voice of some
+lady unseen, but which sounded to those who knew, wonderfully like Miss
+Lucy Carlton's, sang the following patriotic ballad:
+
+          "We will stand by our Flag--let it lead where it will--
+          Our hearts and our hopes fondly cling to it still;
+          Through battle and danger our Cause must be won--
+          Yet forward! undaunted we'll follow it on!
+          'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! still unsullied and bright,
+          As when first its fair stars lit oppression's dark night
+          And the standard that guides us forever shall be
+          The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!
+
+          "A handful of living--an army of dead,
+          The last charge been made and the last prayer been said;
+          What is it--as sad we retreat from the plain
+          That cheers us, and nerves us to rally again?
+          'Tis the Flag! the old Flag! to our country God-given,
+          That gleams through our ranks like a glory from heaven!
+          And the foe, as they fly, in our vanguard shall see
+          The Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!
+
+          "We will fight for the Flag, by the love that we bear
+          In the Union and Freedom, we'll baffle despair;
+          Trust on in our country, strike home for the right,
+          And Treason shall vanish like mists of the night.
+          Then cheer the old Flag! every star in it glows,
+          The terror of traitors! the curse of our foes!
+          And the victory that crowns us shall glorified be,
+          'Neath the Star-spangled Banner, the Flag of the Free!"
+
+As the song ended, there was another tumult of applause; and then the
+band struck up a lively quickstep, and the company, with the Zouaves
+marching ahead, poured out on the lawn toward the camp, where a
+bountiful collation was awaiting them, spread on the regimental table.
+Two splendid pyramids of flowers ornamented the centre, and all manner
+of "goodies," as the children call them, occupied every inch of space on
+the sides. At the head of the table Jerry had contrived a canopy from a
+large flag, and underneath this, Miss Jessie, Colonel Freddy, with the
+other officers, and some favored young ladies of their own age, took
+their seats. The other children found places around the table, and a
+merrier fete champetre never was seen. The band continued to play lively
+airs from time to time, and I really can give you my word as an author,
+that nobody looked cross for a single minute!
+
+Between you and me, little reader, there had been a secret arrangement
+among the grown folks interested in the regiment, to get all this up in
+such fine style. Every one had contributed something to give the Zouaves
+their flag and music, while to Mr. Schermerhorn it fell to supply the
+supper; and arrangements had been made and invitations issued since the
+beginning of the week. The regiment, certainly, had the credit, however,
+of getting up the review, it only having been the idea of their good
+friends to have the entertainment and flag presentation. So there was a
+pleasant surprise on both sides; and each party in the transaction, was
+quite as much astonished and delighted as the other could wish.
+
+The long sunset shadows were rapidly stealing over the velvet sward as
+the company rose from table, adding a new charm to the beauty of the
+scene. Everywhere the grass was dotted with groups of elegant ladies and
+gentlemen, and merry children, in light summer dresses and quaintly
+pretty uniforms. The little camp, with the stacks of guns down its
+centre, the bayonets flashing in the last rays of the sun, was all
+crowded and brilliant with happy people; looking into the tents and
+admiring their exquisite order, inspecting the bright muskets, and
+listening eagerly or good-humoredly, as they happened to be children or
+grown people, to the explanations and comments of the Zouaves.
+
+And on the little grassy knoll, where the flag staff was planted,
+central figure of the scene, stood Colonel Freddy, silent and thoughtful
+for the first time to-day, with Jerry beside him. The old man had
+scarcely left his side since the boy took the flag; he would permit no
+one else to wait upon him at table, and his eyes followed him as he
+moved among the gay crowd, with a glance of the utmost pride and
+affection. The old volunteer seemed to feel that the heart of a soldier
+beat beneath the little dandy ruffled shirt and gold-laced jacket of the
+young Colonel. Suddenly, the boy snatches up again the regimental
+colors; the Stars and Stripes, and little Jessie's flag, and shakes
+them out to the evening breeze; and as they flash into view and once
+more the cheers of the Zouaves greet their colors, he says, with
+quivering lip and flashing eye, "Jerry, if God spares me to be a man,
+I'll live and die a soldier!"
+
+The soft evening light was deepening into night, and the beautiful
+planet Venus rising in the west, when the visitors bade adieu to the
+camp; the Zouaves were shaken hands with until their wrists fairly
+ached; and then they all shook hands with "dear" Jessie, as Charley was
+heard to call her before the end of the day, and heard her say in her
+soft little voice how sorry she was they must go to-morrow (though she
+certainly couldn't have been sorrier than _they_ were), and then the
+good people all got into their carriages again, and drove off; waving
+their handkerchiefs for good-by as long as the camp could be seen; and
+so, with the sound of the last wheels dying away in the distance, ended
+the very end of
+
+                                THE GRAND REVIEW.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.--AND LAST.
+
+"HOME, SWEET HOME."
+
+
+AND now, at last, had come that "day of disaster," when Camp McClellan
+must be deserted. The very sun didn't shine so brilliantly as usual,
+thought the Zouaves; and it was positively certain that the past five
+days, although they had occurred in the middle of summer, were the very
+shortest ever known! Eleven o'clock was the hour appointed for the
+breaking up of the camp, in order that they might return to the city by
+the early afternoon boat.
+
+"Is it possible we have been here a week?" exclaimed Jimmy, as he sat
+down to breakfast. "It seems as if we had only come yesterday."
+
+"What a jolly time it has been!" chimed in Charley Spicer. "I don't want
+to go to Newport a bit. Where are you going, Tom?"
+
+"To Baltimore--but I don't mean to Secesh!" added Tom, with a little
+blush. "I have a cousin in the Palmetto Guards at Charleston, and that's
+one too many rebels in the family."
+
+"Never mind!" cried George Chadwick; "the Pringles are a first rate
+family; the rest of you are loyal enough, I'm sure!" and George gave
+Tom such a slap on the back, in token of his good will, that it quite
+brought the tears into his eyes.
+
+When breakfast was over, the Zouaves repaired to their tents, and
+proceeded to pack their clothes away out of the lockers. They were not
+very scientific packers, and, in fact, the usual mode of doing the
+business was to ram everything higgledy-piggledy into their valises, and
+then jump on them until they consented to come together and be locked.
+Presently Jerry came trotting down with a donkey cart used on the farm,
+and under his directions the boys folded their blankets neatly up, and
+placed them in the vehicle, which then drove off with its load, leaving
+them to get out and pile together the other furnishings of the tents;
+for, of course, as soldiers, they were expected to wind up their own
+affairs, and we all know that boys will do considerable _hard work_ when
+it comes in the form of _play_. Just as the cart, with its vicious
+little wrong-headed steed, had tugged, and jerked, and worried itself
+out of sight, a light basket carriage, drawn by two dashing black
+Canadian ponies, drew up opposite the camp, and the reins were let fall
+by a young lady in a saucy "pork pie" straw hat, who was driving--no
+other than Miss Carlton, with Jessie beside her. The boys eagerly
+surrounded the little carriage, and Miss Carlton said, laughing, "Jessie
+begged so hard for a last look at the camp, that I had to bring her. So
+you are really going away?"
+
+"Really," repeated Freddy; "but I am so glad you came, Miss Jessie, just
+in time to see us off."
+
+"You know soldiers take themselves away houses and all," said George;
+"you will see the tents come down with a run presently."
+
+"And here comes Jerry to help us!" added Harry. As he spoke, the donkey
+cart rattled up, and Jerry, touching his cap to the ladies, got out, and
+prepared to superintend the downfall of the tents. By his directions,
+two of the Zouaves went to each tent, and pulled the stakes first from
+one corner, then the other; then they grasped firmly the pole which
+supported the centre, and when the sergeant ejaculated "Now!" like a
+flash! the tents slid smoothly to the ground all at the same moment,
+just as you may have made a row of blocks fall down by upsetting the
+first one.
+
+And now came the last ceremony, the hauling down of the flag.
+
+"Stand by to fire a salute!" shouted Jerry, and instantly a company was
+detached, who brought the six little cannon under the flagstaff, and
+charged them with the last of the double headers, saved for this
+purpose; Freddy stood close to the flagstaff, with the halyards ready in
+his hands. Crack! fizz! went six matches for the cannon. "Make ready!
+apply light, FIRE!"
+
+BANG! and the folds of the flag stream out proudly in the breeze, as it
+rapidly descends the halyards, and flutters softly to the greensward.
+
+There was perfectly dead silence for a moment; then the voice of Mr.
+Schermerhorn was heard calling, "Come, boys, are you ready? Jump in,
+then, it is time to start for the boat." The boys turned and saw the
+carriages which had brought them so merrily to the camp waiting to
+convey them once more to the wharf; while a man belonging to the farm
+was rapidly piling the regimental luggage into a wagon.
+
+With sorrowful faces the Zouaves clustered around the pretty pony
+chaise; shaking hands once more with Jessie, and internally vowing to
+adore her as long as they lived. Then they got into the carriages, and
+old Jerry grasped Freddy's hand with an affectionate "Good-by, my little
+Colonel, God bless ye! Old Jerry won't never forget your noble face as
+long as he lives." It would have seemed like insulting the old man to
+offer him money in return for his loving admiration, but the handsome
+gilt-edged Bible that found its way to him soon after the departure of
+the regiment, was inscribed with the irregular schoolboy signature of
+"Freddy Jourdain, with love to his old friend Jeremiah Pike."
+
+As for the regimental standards, they were found to be rather beyond
+the capacity of a rockaway crammed full of Zouaves, so Tom insisted on
+riding on top of the baggage, that he might have the pleasure of
+carrying them all the way. Up he mounted, as brisk as a lamplighter,
+with that monkey, Peter, after him, the flags were handed up, and with
+three ringing cheers, the vehicles started at a rapid trot, and the
+regiment was fairly off. They almost broke their necks leaning back to
+see the last of "dear Jessie," until the locusts hid them from sight,
+when they relapsed into somewhat dismal silence for full five minutes.
+
+As Peter was going on to Niagara with his father, Mr. Schermerhorn
+accompanied the regiment to the city, which looked dustier and red
+brickier (what a word!) than ever, now that they were fresh from the
+lovely green of the country. By Mr. Schermerhorn's advice, the party
+took possession of two empty Fifth avenue stages which happened to be
+waiting at the Fulton ferry, and rode slowly up Broadway to Chambers
+street, where Peter and his father bid them good-by, and went off to the
+depot. As Peter had declined changing his clothes before he left, they
+had to travel all the way to Buffalo with our young friend in this
+unusual guise; but, as people had become used to seeing soldiers
+parading about in uniform, they didn't seem particularly surprised,
+whereat Master Peter was rather disappointed.
+
+To go back to the Zouaves, however. When the stages turned into Fifth
+avenue, they decided to get out; and after forming their ranks in fine
+style, they marched up the avenue, on the sidewalk this time, stopping
+at the various houses or street corners where they must bid adieu to one
+and another of their number, promising to see each other again as soon
+as possible.
+
+At last only Tom and Freddy were left to go home by themselves. As they
+marched along, keeping faultless step, Freddy exclaimed, "I tell you
+what, Tom! I mean to ask my father, the minute he comes home, to let me
+go to West Point as soon as I leave school! I must be a soldier--I
+can't think of anything else!"
+
+"That's just what I mean to do!" cried Tom, with sparkling eyes; "and,
+Fred, if you get promoted before me, promise you will have me in your
+regiment, won't you?"
+
+"Yes I will, certainly!" answered Freddy; "but you're the oldest, Tom,
+and, you know, the oldest gets promoted first; so mind you don't forget
+me when you come to your command!"
+
+As he spoke, they reached his own home; and our hero, glad after all to
+come back to father, mother, and sister, bounded up the steps, and rang
+the bell good and _hard_, just to let Joseph know that a personage of
+eminence had arrived. As the door opened, he turned gayly round, cap in
+hand, saying, "Good-by, Maryland; you've left the regiment, but you'll
+never leave the Union!" and the last words he heard Tom say were, "No,
+by George, _never_!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+And now, dear little readers, my boy friends in particular, the history
+of Freddy Jourdain must close. He still lives in New York, and attends
+Dr. Larned's school, where he is at the head of all his classes.
+
+The Dashahed Zouaves have met very often since the encampment, and had
+many a good drill in their room--the large attic floor which Mr.
+Jourdain allowed them for their special accommodation, and where the
+beautiful regimental colors are carefully kept, to be proudly displayed
+in every parade of the Zouaves.
+
+When he is sixteen, the boy Colonel is to enter West Point Academy, and
+learn to be a real soldier; while Tom--poor Tom, who went down to
+Baltimore that pleasant July month, promising so faithfully to join
+Freddy in the cadet corps, may never see the North again.
+
+And in conclusion let me say, that should our country again be in danger
+in after years, which God forbid, we may be sure that first in the
+field, and foremost in the van of the grand army, will be our gallant
+young friend,
+
+                                 COLONEL FREDDY.
+
+
+
+
+CONCLUSION.
+
+
+IT took a great many Saturday afternoons to finish the story of "Colonel
+Freddy," and the children returned to it at each reading with renewed
+and breathless interest. George and Helen couldn't help jumping up off
+their seats once or twice and clapping their hands with delight when
+anything specially exciting took place in the pages of the wonderful
+story that was seen "before it was printed," and a great many "oh's" and
+"ah's" testified to their appreciation of the gallant "Dashahed
+Zouaves." They laughed over the captive Tom, and cried over the true
+story of the old sergeant; and when at length the very last word had
+been read, and their mother had laid down the manuscript, George sprang
+up once more, exclaiming; "Oh, I wish I could be a boy soldier! Mamma,
+mayn't I recruit a regiment and camp out too?" "And oh! if I could only
+present a flag!" cried his sister; "I wish I had been Jessie; what a
+pity it wasn't all true!"
+
+"And what if I should tell you," said their mother, laughing, "that a
+little bird has whispered in my ear that 'Colonel Freddy' was
+wonderfully like your little Long Island friend Hilton R----?"
+
+"Oh, mamma! why, what makes you think so?"
+
+"Oh, something funny I heard about him last summer; never mind what!"
+
+The children wisely concluded that it was no use to ask any more
+questions; at the same moment solemnly resolving that the very next time
+they paid a visit to their aunt, who lived at Astoria, they would beg
+her to let them drive over to Mr. R----'s place, and find out all about
+it.
+
+After this, there were no more readings for several Saturdays; but at
+last one morning when the children had almost given up all hopes of more
+stories, George opened his eyes on the sock hanging against the door,
+which looked more bulgy than ever. "Hurrah!" he shouted; "Aunt Fanny's
+daughter hasn't forgotten us, after all!" and dressing himself in a
+double quick, helter-skelter fashion, George dashed out into the entry,
+forgot his good resolution, and slid down the banisters like a streak of
+lightning and began pummelling on his sister's door with both fists;
+shouting, "Come, get up! get up, Nelly! here's another Sock story for
+us!"
+
+This delightful announcement was quite sufficient to make Helen's
+stockings, which she was just drawing on in a lazy fashion, fly up to
+their places in a hurry; then she popped her button-over boots on the
+wrong feet, and had to take them off and try again; and, in short, the
+whole of her dressing was an excellent illustration of that time-honored
+maxim, "The more _haste_, the worse _speed_;" George, meanwhile,
+performing a distracted Indian war dance in the entry outside, until his
+father opened his door and wanted to know what the racket was all about.
+
+"Socks! socks! father!" cried George, joyfully.
+
+At this moment Helen came out, and the two children scampered down
+stairs, and sitting down side by side on the sofa, they proceeded to
+examine this second instalment of the Sock stories. They found it was
+again a whole book; and the title, on a little page by itself, read
+"GERMAN SOCKS."
+
+"Oh, I am so glad!" said Helen. "These must be more stories like that
+dear 'Little White Angel.'"
+
+And so they proved to be; for, on their mother's commencing to read the
+first story, it was found to be called, "God's Pensioners;" and
+commenced, "It was a cold--" but stop! halt! This book was to be devoted
+to "Colonel Freddy;" but if you will only go to Mr. Leavitt's, the
+publishers, you will there discover what was the rest of the second Sock
+Stories.
+
+          THE END.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
+
+Page 41, "dilemna" changed to "dilemma" (horns of this dilemma)
+
+Page 81, "arttisically" changed to "artistically" (his fork
+artistically)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Red, White, Blue Socks.  Part Second, by
+Sarah L. Barrow
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RED, WHITE, BLUE SOCKS.  ***
+
+***** This file should be named 29594.txt or 29594.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+        http://www.gutenberg.org/2/9/5/9/29594/
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Emmy and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+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.  Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark.  Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission.  If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy.  You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research.  They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.  Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at
+http://gutenberg.org/license).
+
+
+Section 1.  General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A.  By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement.  If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B.  "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark.  It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.  There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement.  See
+paragraph 1.C below.  There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.  See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C.  The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works.  Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States.  If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed.  Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work.  You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D.  The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work.  Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change.  If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work.  The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E.  Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1.  The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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
+
+1.E.2.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges.  If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3.  If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder.  Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4.  Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5.  Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6.  You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form.  However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form.  Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7.  Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8.  You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+     the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+     you already use to calculate your applicable taxes.  The fee is
+     owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+     has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+     Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.  Royalty payments
+     must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+     prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+     returns.  Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+     sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+     address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+     the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+     you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+     does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+     License.  You must require such a user to return or
+     destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+     and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+     Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+     money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+     electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+     of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+     distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9.  If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark.  Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1.  Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection.  Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2.  LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees.  YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.  YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3.  LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from.  If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation.  The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund.  If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund.  If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4.  Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5.  Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law.  The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6.  INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section  2.  Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.  It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need, are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come.  In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org.
+
+
+Section 3.  Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service.  The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541.  Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at
+http://pglaf.org/fundraising.  Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations.  Its business office is located at
+809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
+business@pglaf.org.  Email contact links and up to date contact
+information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official
+page at http://pglaf.org
+
+For additional contact information:
+     Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+     Chief Executive and Director
+     gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+
+Section 4.  Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment.  Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States.  Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements.  We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.  To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit http://pglaf.org
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States.  U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses.  Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5.  General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone.  For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included.  Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+     http://www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
diff --git a/29594.zip b/29594.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..13ee46b
--- /dev/null
+++ b/29594.zip
diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..6312041
--- /dev/null
+++ b/LICENSE.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,11 @@
+This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements,
+metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be
+in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES.
+
+Procedures for determining public domain status are described in
+the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org.
+
+No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in
+jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize
+this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright
+status under the laws that apply to them.
diff --git a/README.md b/README.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..c285a17
--- /dev/null
+++ b/README.md
@@ -0,0 +1,2 @@
+Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for
+eBook #29594 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/29594)