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One September, during the first year of the Civil War, 1862, we were working in the oats there and Hiram was talking hourly of enlisting in the army as a drummer boy. When the cattle are grazing there, one may often see them from the road over the eastern leg of Old Clump which is lower, silhouetted against the evening sky.
Old Murdock is up talkin' wild about damage suits, and there's evidently been one hell of a row, but I just got back myself from drivin' a drummer over to Watsonville." "Know if Darrell is in town?" "Oh, he's in town; there ain't no manner of doubt as to that." "Drunk, eh?" "Spifflicated, pie-eyed, loaded, soshed," agreed the liveryman succinctly. Welton shook his head humorously and ruefully.
But the beans kept on falling about the porch, and one struck a Tin Soldier and knocked him over. This Soldier was a very small chap. He was, in fact, the drummer boy. "But who is shooting the beans at us?" cried Mirabell, as she lay down on the porch behind her Lamb on Wheels. "I don't know who is pegging beans at us," said Arnold, looking around and out toward the street.
In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the isles From the smoky night encampment bore the banner of the rampant Unicorn, And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer, Through the morn!
Do you want something to eat? Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you." * "Come in, come in." "Merci, monsieur," * said the drummer boy in a trembling almost childish voice, and he began scraping his dirty feet on the threshold. * "Thank you, sir." There were many things Petya wanted to say to the drummer boy, but did not dare to. He stood irresolutely beside him in the passage.
Tell them he was there with us down at Mrs. Dick's at six o'clock!" "He wasn't!" said Searle. "He left there at five forty-five." The man who had shouted listened to them both. "Five forty-five?" he repeated. "That makes a difference!" The drummer had caught the shout from out at the edge. "Who's that?" he called. "Who's got that alibi?" "All wrong! No good!" yelled the man who stood by Beth.
She was from East Tennessee, where her husband had been killed by the Confederates, and all her property destroyed. Being destitute, she thought that if she could procure a situation for her boy as drummer, she could find employment for herself. While she told her story, the little fellow kept his eyes intently fixed upon the countenance of the captain.
Beth ate no more, but crept away to sit in her shadowy corner and brood over the delight to come, till the others were ready. "I think it was so splendid in Father to go as chaplain when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for a soldier," said Meg warmly. "Don't I wish I could go as a drummer, a vivan what's its name?
"With pleasure," replied O'Brien, who then entered into a long conversation, by which he drew out from the Frenchmen that a party of conscripts had been ordered to Flushing, and that they had dropped behind the main body. O'Brien passed himself off as a conscript belonging to the party, and me as his brother, who had resolved to join the army as a drummer, rather than part with him.
He's just as safe as a savings-bank." The farmer's confidence in Mr. Coleman was evidently fully established. The young man talked so smoothly and confidently that he would have imposed upon one who had seen far more of the world than Farmer Jones. "I'm in luck to fall in with you, Mr. "Coleman," said the drummer, with suavity. "J. Madison Coleman.
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