Part 8 (1/2)

And his heart was filled with thankfulness that he had selected the career of a soldier and that there never could be any doubt of his usefulness to the world. The only other occupants of the omnibus were two men--one of them a commercial traveler, and the other an aged resident of s...o...b..rgh who had been at the county town for the day, as Sam gathered from their conversation.

”I don't suppose that the war has caused much excitement at s...o...b..rgh?”

asked Sam at last, introducing the subject uppermost in his mind.

”It ain't jest what it was when I went to the war,” said the old man; ”but there is a deal o' talk about it, and all the young men are wanting to go.”

”Are they?” cried Sam, in delight. ”And did you serve in the war? How very interesting! Did you offer your life for your country without hope of reward?”

”That's just what I did, young man, and if you doubt it, here's my pension that I drew to-day in town, twelve dollars a month, and they've paid it now these thirty-four years.”

”That's a pretty soft thing,” said the commercial man. ”Better'n selling fountain-pens in the backwoods.”

”A soft thing!” cried the old man, ”I ought to have twice as much.

There's Abe Tucker gets fifteen dollars because he caught cold on picket duty, and I get a beggarly twelve.”

”Were you severely wounded?” asked Sam.

”Well, no-o-o, not exactly, tho I might just as well 'a' been. I was down bad with the measles. This is an ongrateful country. Here it is only thirty-five years after the war, and they're only paying a hundred and forty millions a year to only a million pensioners. It's a beggarly shame!”

”Were there that many men in the war?” asked the traveler.

”Pretty near it, I reckon. But p'r'aps in thirty-five years there'd be a natural increase. Think of it, a million men throwing away their lives for a nothing like that! I jest tell our young fellers that they'd better stay at home. Why, we've had to fight for what we've got.

You wouldn't think it, but we've had to pa.s.s around the hat, and shove it hard under the nose of Congress, too, just as if we were beggars and frauds, and as if we hadn't sacrificed everything for our country!”

”It's an outrage,” cried Sam sympathetically. ”But I hope you won't keep the young men from going. I'm going soon, and perhaps the country will be more generous in future.”

”Take my advice, young man, and whenever anything happens to you while you're away, take down the names of the witnesses and keep their affidavits. Then you'll be all ready to get your pension as soon as you come back. It took me three years to straighten out mine. Then I got the back pay, of course, but I ought to have had it before. I've got a claim in now for eight dollars more a month running all the way back.

It amounts to over three thousand dollars, and I ought to have it.”

”Was that for the measles, too?” asked the stranger.

The old man glared at his interrogator, but did not deign to reply.

”Our Congressman, old Jinks, has my claim,” he said, turning to Sam.

”But he doesn't seem to be able to do anything with it.”

”He's my uncle,” said Sam, fearing that he might hear something against his worthy relative.

”So you're George Jinks' nephew, are you? Are you goin' to be a captain? Do tell! I read about it in the s...o...b..rgh _Herald_ last week.

I'm real glad to see you. You're the first officer I've seen in ten years except the recruiting officer last week.”

”Did they have a recruiting officer here, in s...o...b..rgh?” asked Sam.

”Yes, they did, and there was thirteen fellers wanted to go, but he only took five of 'em, and they hain't gone yet. The rest was too short or too fat or too thin or something.”

”Didn't any more men want to go than that?”

”No,” said the old man. ”They all want to wear soldier-clothes, but they don't all want to go fighting. They've got up a militia battalion for them now, and 'most everybody in town's got a uniform. I hadn't seen a uniform in the county before in I don't know how long--except firemen, I should say.”

”I'm so glad they've got them now,” cried Sam. ”Doesn't it improve the looks of the place? It's so much more homelike and-d-d glorious, don't you think so?”