Captain Horace

children go to school, as they had been kept at their studies for

he thought; but as for Horace, and his dog Pincher, and the "calico kitty," which he had picked up for a pet!-Louise disliked dogs and despised kittens. Sometimes, as she to

d quietly on an old shelf in the store-room, was now taken down and stirred with a stick, and all the toys which Horace whittled out were stained green, and set in the sun to dry. A pair of cheese-tongs, which h

appearance, Horace thought, if he only dared cross it off with green. But as the sled belonged to his little cousins, and they were not ther

thes sadly: "that was always jus

at all hours, and between the two boys there was a noise of driving

to mend the fence, and in this shanty they "kept store," tr

dren are," said Abner, t

ctive as army-worms," declared grandpa

out string he drew his cannon up to the large oilnut tree, and then with a real bayonet fixed to a wooden gun, he would lie at full length under the shade, calling himself a sharpshooter gu

and happier if Horace should go to school. This plan did not ple

law, which says, "Children, obey your parents," he did not do it i

hould have been a comfort to her. It was sad, indeed; for never di

his acquaintance with the schoolboys, who all

ghed little Dan Rideout, "

et, and a dipper a tin-

ks, 'Is school took up?' just as if it

y hor-r-se the way he does! I'll bet the ain't a boy ca

ng hoss," returned Horace, wit

good as the Cahoojacks: wa

she isn't so much relation to me as my father is, for her name wasn't Cliffor

t this speech, and Horace, who could ne

he's a smart little fellow, and it's mean to go to hurting his feel

"as silent

Spunky Clifford," said Joh

it," replied the boy, "is

inking to the other boys, "won't

he, stoutly: "when I'm home I play with Hoo

d Johnny Bell; "now they've gone

," added honest little Willy Snow; "we can't hel

king with some dignity, "you may laugh at me one kind of a

echoed Peter Grant;

eacher come in our school every day, and he stamps his foot and tears ro

nd does he stay

ran, or a Dutch Deformed

learn in?" sa

man Readers: what e

like stories

books with a little switch, and scre

some Dutch; woon

lmates looked up at him in wonder and admiration. This was jus

can't any of y

essed that th

telling over the numbers up to t

You give me a slate now, and I'll write it

?" asked the boys in tones

it's so full of little quirls, but

Horace made very hard wor

in study and play; yet everybody liked him, for, as I have said before, the little fellow had such a st

ler child, nor see one abused. If he thought a boy was doing wrong, he was not afraid

deal about his father, Captain Clifford

studied pa's book of tictacs,

't you drill us? Come, let's us

ng was appointed at the "Glen." When the time came, the boys wer

air," and walking about the grove with the air of a lord. "First

t there was so much meaning in the twistings of his face, the jerkings of his head, and

d the little b

ce, grandly. "Has everybody brought

, a

corporal," sai

jor," cried

aptain. "I wish there was a tub or b

l was brought, and placed upright un

Those that want to be mustered, rise up the

boys; but Horace forgave the seeming dis

you fighting about?-S

ed the soldiers, some in

added Horace, as

e banner of stars and stripes, which was fastened to th

ing enthusiastic, and pointing backwar

e ain't a man but wants our battle to beat! I

secession if it dared speak. It was a loyal company; there was no doubt of that. Indeed, the captain was so bi

d! March! 'Ploy column!-No,

ly straightened itself, and the boys looked down to their

s on my jacket-or on yours, I've forgot which; on your

every boy's head d

"that's enough!" For there seemed to be

means whirl round. Now march! on

my toes," cried bar

vate, or I'll stand

d," groaned little

in, decidedly, "for 'twouldn't be any

n charmed the wayward feet of the little volu

march," by which he meant "countermarching." He had really read a good many pages in Infantry Tactics, and

ould think of nothing else to say.

ether?" cried a voice fr

been "stood on the barrel," if H

e as you live; but I reckon it's all

the Flag.

loath, gave a long, deafening shout,

father drill his men, but he could not re

ng was greatly changed when Horace joined the Southern ranks, saying "he didn't care how much he played Secesh when everybody knew he was

ing right and left with a few bits of broken glass, which were us

race was really a brave boy, and always bore suffering like a hero. More than that, he had the satisfaction of using the dro