Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team CAPTAIN MACKLIN HIS MEMOIRS By Richard Harding Davis Illustrated By Walter Appleton Clark {Illustration: “Go, Royal!” he cried, “and--God bless you!”} To MY MOTHER ILLUSTRATIONS (not available in this file) “Go, Royal!” he cried, “and--God bless you!” FRONTISPIECE He made our meeting something of a ceremony We walked out to the woods I was sure life in Sagua la Grande would always suit me The moon rose over the camp ... but still we sat And the next instant I fell sprawling inside the barrack yard I sprang back against the cabin I UNITED STATES MILITARY ACADEMY, WEST POINT It may seem presumptuous that so young a man as myself should propose to write his life and memoirs, for, as a rule, one waits until he has accomplished something in the world, or until he has reached old age, before he ventures to tell of the times in which he has lived, and of his part in them. But the profession to which I belong, which is that of a soldier, and which is the noblest profession a man can follow, is a hazardous one, and were I to delay until to-morrow to write down what I have seen and done, these memoirs might never be written, for, such being the fortune of war, to-morrow might not come. So I propose to tell now of the little I have accomplished in the first twenty-three years of my life, and, from month to month, to add to these memoirs in order that, should I be suddenly taken off, my debit and credit pages may be found carefully written up to date and carried forward. On the other hand, should I live to be an old man, this record of my career will furnish me with material for a more complete autobiography, and will serve as a safeguard against a failing memory. In writing a personal narrative I take it that the most important events to be chronicled in the life of a man are his choice of a wife and his choice of a profession. As I am unmarried, the chief event in my life is my choice of a profession, and as to that, as a matter of fact, I was given no choice, but from my earliest childhood was destined to be a soldier. My education and my daily environment each pointed to that career, and even if I had shown a remarkable aptitude for any other calling, which I did not, I doubt if I would have pursued it. I am confident that had my education been directed in an entirely different channel, I should have followed my destiny, and come out a soldier in the end. For by inheritance as well as by instinct I was foreordained to follow the fortunes of war, to delight in the clash of arms and the smoke of battle; and I expect that when I do hear the clash of arms and smell the smoke of battle, the last of the Macklins will prove himself worthy of his ancestors.