Agriculture, Cooperative -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction; Farmers -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
“I’d put it in red ink if they had any in the printing shop, but they
haven’t. You don’t use a tinkly silver bell when you want to call this
bunch in the morning; you use a cow bell.”
In addition to this we had the same call to arms printed in the form
of a circular--Holt unearthed some green paper for this--and mailed a
copy to everyone in town. Those we had left over we tacked up in the
stores and on telegraph poles. It’s pretty certain no one missed seeing
it, and if they did they had to be deaf not to hear about it, for there
wasn’t much of anything else talked about from the moment it appeared.
We wanted to get everyone together for once if we never did again, and
we certainly succeeded.
An hour before the meeting was called to order the hall was packed
jam full and there were at least a hundred who couldn’t get in. There
is something electric about the enthusiasm of people in just being
together. The whole village rubbing shoulders with one another in a
bunch had its effect. They were on edge with excitement and began to
show signs of waking up on the spot. The slightest incident was enough
to send a laugh through the crowd and it took nothing at all to start a
cheer.
Holt was flying around like a hen with its head cut off trying to make
room for those outside, collecting chairs and poking up the janitor to
keep the hall warm. His face was flushed and his eyes bright with the
excitement of it. I myself was fairly stage struck when I looked out
from behind the wings and saw the gathering. I found it difficult to
catch my breath and heartily wished someone else was going to preside.
I tried to persuade Holt to open the meeting but he wouldn’t.
“No, siree, you’re the man. Where’s that confounded band?” He was off
in a second to round them up and make out the programme for the music.
He had to make room for them on the stage and a few minutes later they
struck up the Star Spangled Banner. After they had played it through
once Holt stepped to the front after nodding towards them to repeat.
“Now,” he said, “everyone join in.”
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