Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
in the "Sixteenth Cavalry"--as _Harper's Weekly_ says. Over this fact
they rejoiced and were glad, and they stood by to jump lively when he
took command. He would know his work and he would know _their_ work,
and then in battle there would be killed only what men were absolutely
necessary and the sick list would be comparatively free of fools.
The commander of the second battalion had been called by an Atlanta
paper, "Major Rickets C. Carmony, the commander of the second battalion
of the 307th ----, is when at home one of the biggest wholesale
hardware dealers in his State. Last evening he had ice-cream, at his
own expense, served out at the regular mess of the battalion, and after
dinner the men gathered about his tent where three hearty cheers for
the popular major were given." Carmony had bought twelve copies of this
newspaper and mailed them home to his friends.
In Gates's battalion there were more kicks than ice-cream, and there
was no ice-cream at all. Indignation ran high at the rapid manner in
which he proceeded to make soldiers of them. Some of his officers
hinted finally that the men wouldn't stand it. They were saying that
they had enlisted to fight for their country--yes, but they weren't
going to be bullied day in and day out by a perfect stranger. They were
patriots, they were, and just as good men as ever stepped--just as good
as Gates or anybody like him. But, gradually, despite itself, the
battalion progressed. The men were not altogether conscious of it. They
evolved rather blindly. Presently there were fights with Carmony's
crowd as to which was the better battalion at drills, and at last there
was no argument. It was generally admitted that Gates commanded the
crack battalion. The men, believing that the beginning and the end of
all soldiering was in these drills of precision, were somewhat
reconciled to their major when they began to understand more of what he
was trying to do for them, but they were still fiery untamed patriots
of lofty pride and they resented his manner toward them. It was abrupt
and sharp.
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