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The Call of the South

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 3273    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

or study from his mind. He wrote to Harry Lodge a former college chum who had graduated in the class ahead of him and gone to Ohio to make a name for himself-fortun

be received on the next meeting night as war was at that time a certai

and making a passing, and what promised to be a last visit to some, of her old Oberlin friends, d

raded schools against the time when it would be needed to send him to college. When that time had come it required no little faith to see how the small bank account would be sufficient to meet the expenses of four years at Harvard. She would better have sent the boy to a less expensive school, but no: John Graham had gone to Harvard, and nothing less than Harvard for his son w

did him little service at first in finding or making friends at Harvard, where there seemed to him to be so many desirable circles that he would be glad to enter, and he had thought for awhile his colour would bar him from any close friendships there. However, near the end of his freshman year he had occasion by personal combat to demonstrate his willingness to fight for the honour of his class and to show that his pugilistic powers were of no mean calibre, by thoroughly dressing down a couple of sophomores who had held him up to tell him w

our; or, if they did, made the more of him in their enthusiastic support of the idea that "a man's a man for a' that." They had enough rollicking fun to keep their spare hours filled t

occasional forays, just as were Hal and Jim Aldrich; but his ever-changing devotions showed plainly that it was as yet to no one woman, but to women, that his soul paid homage. As for the young women, any of them as soon would have thought of marrying one of the Chinese students in the University as him. In fact they did not associate him with t

odge had written with too much assurance. Lieutenant Morgan of Lodge's company caught the sound of that name, Haywa

description of Graham's courage and other excellences, but when he answered "yes" to a direct question whether his candidate was a negro, the enthusiasm and Graham's chance of enlistmen

im, and he would apply for his discharge at once. Lieutenant Morgan replied drily that "one pretext is as good as another if a man

never had an occasion to take an inventory of the elements in his blood, and this sudden jolt to hi

ng station without delay. The gray-headed captain in charge did not betray the surprise he felt when Graham told him he d

h of the service I pr

hat this negro might intend passing himself off for a white man if possible, "

ight for the flag if he had to swallow his pride, and he was quickly put through all the necessary formalities of enlistment. His physical qualifications aroused the unbou

n leg, though," the surgeon sa

th now," Graham answered. "It's as good as the o

d you b

me at Cambridge

were you the Harvard man that w

es

be sure to assign this young fellow to a regiment that will get i

antry or cavalry?" questi

hink that I'll ride now that I h

ht and length for a trooper, but special

is all I wan

he 10th. They have always gotten into it so far, and

itted to his figure, in which he took some little pride; and lost no time in getting into it when the tailor had finished with it, and hurrying to parade himself before his mother's admi

ent, took great pains to perfect himself in the ceremonious side of soldiering, and delighted in the punctilios which the regulations prescribed. He went at every opportunity to witness the drills of the national guard troops who were preparing to leave for the front; and began to acquire the feeling of s

reathless in patriotic selections, and as it crashed into one after another soldiers and people cheered and shouted with gathering enthusiasm. Colonel Phillips, sitting on his horse by his wife's carriage, said, "Orderly, tell Brandt to play 'Dixie,'" and, addressing the crowd of friends about him

ndantly attractive on their own account without the added distinction of being children of their father. It was interesting to him to note the differing expressions of patriotic enthusiasm as it forced itself through th

inging slow and stately through that grandest and most uplifting of military airs, "The Star-Spangled Banner," he for the first time had

Phillips. She was looking straight at him, with a rapt smile upon her

ut scored again before the Harvard men pulled themselves together. During the intermission Captain "Monk" Eliot had

ield is a Chinese opium joint where you can go to sleep and forget your troubles? Maybe you don't want to get your clothes dirty, or you are afraid some big, bad, blue Yale man will eat you up without salt. Now look here! I want you to understand that we've got to win this game if it breaks every da

ir collision with the Yale line was terrific. But Eli didn't seem to change his mi

He must score in five minutes-or lose. Fifty-five yards in five minutes against that wall of blue fiends!-nothing but desperation could accomplish it. He glanced at his squad of reserves on the side-lines; and w

surged with every hammering shock. But flesh and blood could not stand it! Out went Field, the pick of the Harvard flock, carried off mumbling like a cra

and breathing threatenings and slaughter against those who would carry him off, called Graham's name; and with a nervous shiver the negr

Yes, he's making it ever

xt with his ear ground half off. But he will score this time! No, the Yale eleven are on him like a herd of buffaloes. He stands up and draws his sleeve across

ing and tearing without let-up on the outside. They refuse to desist even when the referee's whistle sounds the end of the game, for no man knows just where under that mass of players which is lying above the goal-line is the man with the ball. The

t saw Helen Phillips. She was standing on the rear seat of a big red touring-car, waving a crimson pennant and excited beyond measure. As she looked down on him as they carried him past, there came into her face a look of ch

line-smashing half-back,-and he very properly drew in his middle and shoved out his chest another notch. But not so! She did not recognize him nor re

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