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"He is no more crazy than I am," said Stephen, warmly "Is he not?" answered Tiefel, "then I will show you a mistake. You recall last November he was out to Sedalia to inspect the camp there, and he sleeps in a little country store where I am quartered. Now up gets your General Sherman in the middle of the night, midnight, and marches up and down between the counters, and waves his arms.
And then we march at the head of a slow procession out of the old West Gate, two and two, old members first, then the fox major and the foxes." "The foxes?" Stephen interrupted. "The youngsters the freshmen, you call them," answered Richter, smiling. "And after the foxes," said Herr Tiefel, taking up the story, "after the foxes comes the empty carriage, with its gay postilion and four.
Stephen sought Richter, who told him that the regiments were to assemble the morning of the morrow, prepared to march. "To Camp Jackson?" asked Stephen. Richter shrugged his shoulders. "We are not consulted, my friend," he said. "Will you come into my quarters and have a bottle of beer with Tiefel?" Stephen went. It was not their fault that his sense at their comradeship was gone.
"He is no more crazy than I am," said Stephen, warmly "Is he not?" answered Tiefel, "then I will show you a mistake. You recall last November he was out to Sedalia to inspect the camp there, and he sleeps in a little country store where I am quartered. Now up gets your General Sherman in the middle of the night, midnight, and marches up and down between the counters, and waves his arms.
They all tried to tell him at once, but Tiefel prevailed. "Because they were for making our country Austrian, my friend," he cried. "Because they were overbearing, and ground the poor. Because the most of them were immoral like the French, and we knew that it must be by morality and pure living that our 'Vaterland' was to be rescued. And so we formed our guilds in opposition to theirs.
Stephen only nodded. He had never spoken of the bitterness of that, even to his mother. And here was the difference between the Saxon and the Anglo-Saxon. Richter smoked his pipe 'mid dreamy silence, the tear still wet upon his face. "Tiefel and I were at the University together," he said at length. "He remembers the day I left Jena for good and all.
They went out to sup together in the German style; and gradually, over his beer, Tiefel forgot his sorrow. Stephen listened with an ache to the little man's tales of the campaigns he had been through. So that presently Tiefel cried out: "Why, my friend, you are melancholy as an owl. I will tell you a funny story. Did you ever hear of one General Sherman? He that they say is crazy?"
They went out to sup together in the German style; and gradually, over his beer, Tiefel forgot his sorrow. Stephen listened with an ache to the little man's tales of the campaigns he had been through. So that presently Tiefel cried out: "Why, my friend, you are melancholy as an owl. I will tell you a funny story. Did you ever hear of one General Sherman? He that they say is crazy?"
"Ah, I can well believe that," answered Korner. "I will recount that matter, if you do not tell Carl, lieber Freund. He would not forgive me. I was there in Berlin at the time. It was a famous time. Tiefel will bear me out." "Ja, ja!" said Tiefel, eagerly. "Mr. Brice," Herr Korner continued, "has never heard of the Count von Kalbach. No, of course. We at Jena had, and all Germany.
They were so astonished they didn't even shoot the man. You watch Grant," said the General. "And now, Stephen," he added, "just you run off and take hold of the prettiest girl you can find. If any of my boys object, say I sent you." The next Monday Stephen had a caller. It was little Tiefel, now a first lieutenant with a bristly beard and tanned face, come to town on a few days' furlough.
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