Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. THE MARTIAL ADVENTURES OF HENRY AND ME BY WILLIAM ALLEN WHITE Author of "A Certain Rich Man," etc. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY TONY SARG CONTENTS CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE BEGIN OUR SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY II IN WHICH WE OBSERVE THE "ROCKET'S RED GLARE" III IN WHICH WE ENCOUNTER "BOMBS BURSTING IN AIR" IV WHEREIN WE FIND THAT "OUR FLAG IS STILL THERE" V IN WHICH WE DISCERN THINGS "BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT" VI WHEREIN WE BECOME A TRIO AND JOURNEY TO ITALY VII WHEREIN WE CONSIDER THE WOMAN PROPOSITION VIII IN WHICH WE DISCOVER "A NEW HEAVEN AND A NEW EARTH" IX IN WHICH WE RETURN TO "THE LAND OF THE FREE" ILLUSTRATIONS Frontispiece And at that it seems a lot of money to pay for a rig which can be worn at most only two months "You'll have to put out that cigar, sir" She often paced the rounds of the deck between us "Col-o-nel, will you please carry my books?" So we waved back at them so long as they were in sight "Donnez moi some soap here and be mighty blame toot sweet about it!" Eight inches short in one waistband is a catastrophe One of our party climbed to the roof of the dugout "Come on! Let's go to the abri!" So we went back--me holding those khaki trousers up by sheer force of will and both hands! He had some trouble lighting his cigarette and was irritated for a second at his inconvenience "Oh, yes," answered the Eager Soul to our enquiring eyes. "Mrs. Chessman--this is practically her hospital" He was a rare bird; this American going on a big drunk on water Henry puffed on his dreadnaught pipe and left the lady from Oklahoma City to me And he sat cross-legged As we sat in the car he came down the street beating a snare drum They were standing on the running board all this time with the train going forty miles an hour "What part of the States do you Canadians come from?" He told us what happened impersonally as one who is listening to another man's story in his own mouth A fat man can't wear the modern American army uniform without looking like a sack of meal He wore a scarlet coat of unimaginable vividness, a cutaway coat of glaring scarlet broadcloth We thought he might be testing us out as potential spies And we felt like prize boobs suddenly kidnapped from a tacky party and dropped into a grand ball "Well now, sir, you wouldn't be wearing those brown shoes to Lord Bryce's tea, would you, Mr. White?" THE MARTIAL ADVENTURES OF HENRY AND ME CHAPTER I IN WHICH WE BEGIN OUR SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY