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were at last going to fight. On the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle, and he would be in it. For a time he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.

He had, of course, dreamed of battles all his lifeā ā€”of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past. He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the worldā€™s history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.

From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greeklike struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or else firm finance held in check the passions.

He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.

But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had had certain ways of expression that told him that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Moreover, on her side, was his belief that her ethical motive in the argument was impregnable.

At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day the newspaper printed accounts of a decisive victory.

One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people rejoicing in the night had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his motherā€™s room and had spoken thus: ā€œMa, Iā€™m going to enlist.ā€

ā€œHenry, donā€™t you be a fool,ā€ his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.

Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone to a town that was near his motherā€™s farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting. ā€œMa, Iā€™ve enlisted,ā€ he had said to her diffidently. There was a short silence. ā€œThe Lordā€™s will be done, Henry,ā€ she had finally replied, and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.

When he had stood in the doorway with his soldierā€™s clothes on his back, and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their trails on his motherā€™s scarred cheeks.

Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: ā€œYou watch out, Henry, anā€™ take good care of yerself in this here fighting businessā ā€”you watch, anā€™ take good care of yerself. Donā€™t go a-thinkinā€™ you can lick the hull rebel army at the start, because yeh canā€™t. Yer jest one little feller amongst a hull lot of others, and yehā€™ve got to keep quiet anā€™ do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.

ā€œIā€™ve knet yeh eight pair of socks, Henry, and Iā€™ve put in all yer best shirts, because I want my boy to be jest as warm and comfā€™able as anybody in the army. Whenever they get holes in ā€™em, I want yeh to send ā€™em right-away back to me, soā€™s I kin dern ā€™em.

ā€œAnā€™ allus be careful anā€™ choose yer compā€™ny. Thereā€™s lots of bad men in the army, Henry. The army makes ā€™em wild, and they like nothing better than the job of leading off a young feller like you, as ainā€™t never been away from home much and has allus had a mother, anā€™ a-learning ā€™em to drink and swear. Keep clear of them folks, Henry. I donā€™t want yeh to ever do anything, Henry, that yeh would be ā€™shamed to let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watchinā€™ yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yehā€™ll come out about right.

ā€œYeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, anā€™ remember he never drunk a drop of licker in his life, and seldom swore a cross oath.

ā€œI donā€™t know what else to tell yeh, Henry, excepting that yeh must never do no shirking, child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have to be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, donā€™t

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