Harry's self-sufficiency had left so little room for anything that did not directly concern his own comfort, that he could not understand the deadly earnestness of the men he saw file out of camp, or that there was any urgent call for him to join them in their undertaking. “Bob Bennett's always going where there's no need of it,” he said to a companion, as he saw the last of the regiment disappear into the woods on the mountain side. “He could have staid back here with us just as well as not, instead of trudging off through the heat over these devilish roads, and probably get into a scrape for which no one will thank him.” “Yes,” said Ned Burnleigh, with his affected drawl, “what the devil's the use, I'd like to know, for a fellah's putting himself out to do things, when there's any quantity of other fellahs, that can't be better employed, ready and even anxious to do them.” “That's so. But it's getting awful hot here. Let's go over to the shade, where we were yesterday, and have Dick bring us a bucket of cold spring water and the bottles and things.” --- “Abe!” said Jake Alspaugh to his file-leader--a red-headed, pock-marked man, whose normal condition was that of outspoken disgust at every thing--“this means a fight.” “Your news would've been fresh and interesting last night,” growled Abe Bolton. “I suppose that's what we brought our guns along for.” “Yes; but somebody's likely to get killed.” “Well, you nor me don't have to pay their life insurance, as I know on.” “But it may be you or me,” “The devil'd be might anxious for green wood before he'd call you in.” “Come, now, don't talk that way. This is a mighty serious time.” “I'll make it a durned sight seriouser for you if you don't keep them splay feet o'your'n offen my heels when we're marching.” “Don't you think we'd better pay, or--something?” “You might try taking up a collection.” “Try starting a hymn, Jake,” said a slender young man at his right elbow, whose face showed a color more intimately connected with the contents of his canteen than the heat of the day. “Line it out, and we'll all join in. Something like this, for example: 'Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound Mine ears attend the cry. Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie.'” Alspaugh shuddered visibly. “Come, spunk up, Jake,” continued the slender young man. “Think how proud all your relations will be of you, if you die for your country.” “I'm mad at all of my relations, and I don't want to do nothing to please 'em,” sighed Jake. “But I hope you're not so greedy as to want to live always?” said the slender young man, who answered roll-call to Kent Edwards. “No, but I don't want to be knocked off like a green apple, before I'm ripe and ready.” “Better be knocked off green and unripe,” said Kent, his railing mood changing to one of sad introspection, “than to prematurely fall, from a worm gnawing at your heart.”