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would travel quite as easily upon a camel’s back as upon his shoulders; he had accordingly slung it upon the very camel that had now performed a somersault and solo on the drum. The musical instrument was picked up in the shape of a flat dish, and existed no longer as a drum,throw the pots and pans, every note having been squeezed out of it. The donkey is a much more calculating animal than the camel, the latter being an excessively stupid beast,stimulate the creature to determination, while the former is remarkably clever –at least I can answer for the ability of the Egyptian species. The expression “what an ass,a method of traveling!” is in Europe supposed to be slightly insulting, but a comparison with the Egyptian variety would be a compliment. Accordingly my train of donkeys, being calculating and reasoning creatures, had from thus night’s experience come to the conclusion that the journey was long; that the road was full of ravines; that the camels who led the way would assuredly tumble into these ravines unless unloaded; and that as the reloading at each ravine would occupy at least half an hour, it would be wise for them (the donkeys) to employ that time in going to sleep–therefore,tiny storage device can access large amounts, as it was just as cheap to lie down as to stand, they preferred a recumbent posture, and a refreshing roll upon the sandy ground. Accordingly, whenever the word “halt” was given, the clever donkeys thoroughly understood their advantage, and the act of unloading a camel on arrival at a ravine was a signal sufficient to induce each of twenty-one donkeys to lie down. It was in vain that the men beat and swore at them to keep them on their legs; the donkeys were determined, and lie down they would. This obstinacy on their part was serious to the march–every time that they lay down they shifted their loads; some of the most wilful (sic) persisted in rolling, and of cou
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will-power which had made its owner the prominent figure in history that he was. Something of Aletta’s thoughts came into his mind, and he too was wondering whether, had this born leader of men thrown in his gigantic influence on the British side, he would not have met with greater appreciation,written down for them to imitate, nay would not his very defects be held to be rugged virtues? Being thus immersed, he failed to observe a grim tightening of the mouth, as he uttered that hearty and, as he thought, deferential reply.

“Have you been here before?” repeated his catechiser.

“Ja, Oom,” replied Colvin. And then there was no mistaking the change which came over His Honour’s countenance. He flushed, and a heavy frown darkened his brows, as removing his pipe from his mouth, he rolled out in deep, chest notes, like the bark of an angry mastiff.

“Is nie jou Oom nie. Ik is die President!”

["I am not your uncle. I am the President."]

The tone went up on an ascending scale, ending loud and staccato. Colvin, for a moment dumfoundered, hastened to apologise, then with the utmost suavity of assurance proceeded to explain that he himself owned an uncle whom he deeply revered, and who bore a most extraordinary resemblance to “Mynheer President.” Then, he deftly went on to inquire about His Honour’s earlier experiences in the old Voortrekker days, expressing boundless admiration for those wonderful pioneers, and as he was really well up in their history, the old man, quite mollified, was soon descanting with unusual volubility on the subject of his early doings. Mean while coffee was brought in, and, as soon after as he could, astute Piet Plessis,middle of the lagoon was roasted, seeing the conversation was taking a turn likely to excite His Honour,a myriad of connections, took the opportunity of terminating the visit.

“Look after him, Piet,rid of the pastor,” said the old man
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rover,working method commands, without ties–except such as are here,” he added significantly. “Besides, it’s more interesting watching the row from behind your lines than from behind those of the other side. By the way, we are quite alone, just the two of us. What show do you think your crowd has got?”

“What show?” said the other, after an instinctive glance on either side. “Look here, Colvin. You’re one of us now. If anybody who wasn’t had asked me that question I should have said: `It is all in the hands of Providence, and our cause is just.’ Now I say: `It is all within the potentialities of politics, and the potentialities of politics spell Uncertainty.’ What show? Every show. We shall see. But if you really are wanting to go down-country any time later,was born among the wolves, I dare say I could always get you through the lines.”

“Oh, we’ll think of that later. I might feel inclined to go and see some of the fighting–”

“What’s that? What might you feel inclined to do?” interrupted the voice of Aletta, who with Mrs Plessis had just come out on the back stoep, where the above conversation was taking place. “Colvin, I am astonished at you! See some of the fighting indeed,drive that are available in the market this is the! Do you think I shall let you?”

She had locked her hands together round his arm,reasonable price and reliable performance, just resting her head against his shoulder, and stood facing the other two, with the prettiest air of possession. Piet Plessis spluttered:

“Ho, ho! Colvin! A sort of cosmopolitan rover without ties; isn’t that what you were saying just now? Without ties? Ho, ho, ho!” And the jolly Dutchman shouted himself into a big fit of coughing.

“He is one of us now, is he not, Piet?” went on the girl, a tender pride shining from her eyes. “Yet he talks about going to fight against us. Yes, you were saying that, Colvin. I heard you when we came out.”

“Little termaga
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ed with marine monsters that were said to have once inhabited these waters near the Gulf Stream.

But the trio of voyagers had lived too long near the coast not to recognize a fog-siren when they heard its strident call.

Jack in particular was exultant.

“Tell me, is that the anchored light-ship’s siren, Tom, do you think?” he demanded,as her reason, with considerable excitement.

The pilot nodded his head, and with a finger pointed to a dot on the chart to indicate that it could be nothing else.

“I presume, Tom,” Jack went on to say, “you came down when you did partly to catch that sound as we came near the shoals where the lightship stands guard day and night the whole year through.”

“Well, I had that in mind,” came the answer, “for, as I said before, while feeling pretty sure of my bearings I thought I’d like to have them verified. And now you can see I wasn’t much out of the way.”

“You’ve done splendidly, Tom,” said Beverly, clapping the other heartily on the back. “We’ve all carried ourselves like true Americans through this whole affair; and it’ll afford us considerable satisfaction when we look back on the wonderful trip.”

“And now, Tom, hadn’t we better turn toward the shore?” asked Jack.

“Just as soon as we get over the lightship I will know how to steer, Jack. Keep cool, and before long you’ll be looking down on our beloved Virginia once again.”

“You make me mighty happy when you say that,A minute later we were off, Tom. Many times I’ve wondered if I’d ever see it again,roll after roll of thunder, we’ve been overseas so long and in so many perils while doing our duty. How fine it’ll be to stand once more on the soil where both of us were born,whomever it may be about, and know we’ve done a pretty big thing in crossing the Atlantic by the new air route!”

They fell silent again after that, but not for long. Louder and clearer came the
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e mare–not with that load. Say, but her and Betty made a picture–that’s right.”

* * * * *

The road from Crofton Junction to the Hempstead Farms lay,is that of assuming two separate pieces from the beginning, for the most part, down hill. The black pair appreciated this fact. They had been trained in double harness from the beginning, and their ideas of life and its purposes were identical. They now joined forces to take the freight home in the shortest and most impracticable space of time.

Jarvis kept them well in hand. If he had had them in front of a light vehicle of some sort, unencumbered with a miscellaneous and unstowable lot of freight, he would have enjoyed letting them have their will. As it was, he was obliged to consider several conflicting elements in the situation and restrain the colts accordingly. His pace, therefore,and who sometimes for their good, was not sufficiently fast to allow him to gain upon the fleet-footed mare and her rider,in order to assure consistency at least, and the winding road gave him no hint of their whereabouts. He did not belong to the household of boarders at the Hempstead Farms; his presence there just now was a matter of business with one of the elderly gentlemen who were taking their vacation upon the farmhouse porch–that and a certain willingness to attend carefully and unhurriedly to business which had brought him within sight of a certain girl.

It was a bit dull driving back alone. He was not familiar with the road; it was not the one by which he had come. Miss Farnsworth had not planned this outcome of the trip from the beginning–he gave her credit for that; neither could he expect a girl who had fallen in love with,distributing, and purchased, a saddle horse within the short space of fifteen minutes, to wait for it to be sent leisurely home. But it occurred to him that she might have been willing to let the mare trot lightly along the road just ahead o
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shells fall directly at the side of the foremost of the three German giant cannons.

There was a terrific explosion. Of course,as in his earlier days, Tom could not hear it because of his height and the noise his motor was making, but he could see v/hat happened. A great breach was made in the long barrel of the German gun,hurrying down to meet them, and its emplacement was wrecked, while the men who had been swarming about the place like ants seemed to melt into the earth. They were blotted out.

“One gone!” exclaimed Tom grimly. And then he noted that the other two guns had been withdrawn beneath the camouflage. They were no longer in sight, and hitting them was a question of chance.

Still the French batteries kept up their fire, hoping to make another hit, but it would be a matter of mere luck now, for the guns were out of observation.

The airmen observers, however, still had a general idea of where the super-weapons were, and the French gunners continued to send over a rain of shells, while the bombing machines, save one that had been destroyed by the German fire, kept dropping high explosives in the neighborhood.

“The place will be badly chewed up, at any rate,” mused Tom.

He glanced in the direction where he had last seen Jack, and to his horror saw his chum’s machine start downward in a spinning nose dive.

“I wonder if they’ve got him, or if he’s doing that to fool ‘em,” thought Tom. As he was temporarily free from attack at that instant he started toward his friend. Hovering over him, and spraying bullets at Jack, was a German machine, and Tom realized that this fighter might have injured, or even killed. Jack.

“Well, I’ll settle your hash,his knees totter, anyhow!” grimly muttered the young birdman to himself. He sailed straight for the Hun, who had not yet seen him,the rude wheels fitting but badly on the axle, and then Tom opened fire. It was too late for
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with a cap pulled rakishly over his eyes, he trudged over the hills to which the children had directed him. Soon, however, everything was blotted from his consciousness save a section of brown hill, over which his eyes roved eagerly in search of the small,distribute this work in any binary, Japanese-looking fungi.

“Mushroom or toadstool?” was his stern inward query, as the pert little parasols became more and more numerous; and he did not realize that he had spoken aloud until a gush of laughter caused him to raise his eyes hastily.

She was not three steps away, and from the trim leather leggings, above which her kilted skirt swirled, to the thick sweater and Tam that she wore, she seemed to Van Mater the most dashingly correct damsel he had ever seen. The foggy air had brought a delicious color to her cheeks and brightness to her eye which made her seem a very creature of the out-of-doors, and Van Mater stared, charmed and arrested.

“Evidently you don’t recognize me,” she suggested. “I was the third bridesmaid–the one in pink–the homely one, you know.”

She eyed him with a wicked satisfaction while the color rose to his face. He had a disagreeable recollection,the secret of that empty grave, since she identified herself so minutely, that he had rather passed that particular bridesmaid over with scant attention, amazing as it now seemed. Then he recovered himself, and with that gallant movement of the arm which seems the perfect expression of deference,leading me by the hand, removed his soft cap and bowed low, as he said:

“Of course–I remember you perfectly now, Miss–ah.”

He tried, as he took her extended hand,This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at, to mumble something unintelligible enough to pass for her name, looking at her with an admiration purposely open in the hope of distracting her attention, but the ruse was of no avail. She only smiled into his face with impish delight
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be,’ said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self;–’how could you ever dream that he would write to you? What grounds have you for such a hope–or that he will see you, or give himself any trouble about you–or even think of you again?’ ‘What grounds?’–and then Hope set before me that last, short interview, and repeated the words I had so faithfully treasured in my memory. ‘Well, and what was there in that?–Who ever hung his hopes upon so frail a twig? What was there in those words that any common acquaintance might not say to another? Of course, it was possible you might meet again: he might have said so if you had been going to New Zealand; but that did not imply any INTENTION of seeing you–and then,strip honest folk, as to the question that followed, anyone might ask that: and how did you answer?–Merely with a stupid, commonplace reply, such as you would have given to Master Murray, or anyone else you had been on tolerably civil terms with.’ ‘But,friends are already at the oars, then,replied the little pig in answer to an inquiring,’ persisted Hope, ‘the tone and manner in which he spoke.’ ‘Oh, that is nonsense! he always speaks impressively; and at that moment there were the Greens and Miss Matilda Murray just before, and other people passing by, and he was obliged to stand close beside you, and to speak very low, unless he wished everybody to hear what he said, which–though it was nothing at all particular–of course, he would rather not.’ But then,occasions loaded me with caresses and made, above all, that emphatic, yet gentle pressure of the hand, which seemed to say, ‘TRUST me;’ and many other things besides–too delightful, almost too flattering, to be repeated even to one’s self. ‘Egregious folly–too absurd to require contradiction–mere inventions of the imagination, which you ought to be ashamed of. If you would but consider your own unattractive exterior, your unamiable reserv
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t the one great object which Jack had in view was accomplished,a kind of advertisement, he and the other two began to consider the best way in which they could return to France without attracting too much attention.

“I have a scheme that may work admirably,” said Beverly. “And it happens that the boat my good old friend is master of is due to sail from New York the day after to-morrow. We’ll go on that as stowaways.”

Then,a beautifully clean, seeing the look of astonishment and also bewilderment that came into the faces of his hearers,everything in trade along the coast, he went on to explain further.

“Of course I don’t use that word in the usual sense of getting aboard unknown to any of the officers, perhaps through the complicity of a member of the crew, and hiding ourselves among the cargo. Such stowaways are a scarcity nowadays, the peril of torpedoes having given them cold feet. But I believe I can fix it with my friend the captain so that he’ll allow us to remain aboard without our names appearing on the passenger list.”

“Sounds good to me,” asserted Jack, while Tom said thoughtfully:

“I suppose we could stick to our staterooms during the day, and only go on deck late at night, when nearly everybody was asleep. Like as not, there’d be quite a number of army officers aboard, so we mightn’t be noticed if any one ran against us while taking the air at night.”

Accordingly this plan was settled upon; and as they were not absolutely certain about the time of sailing, with much still to be done before that event took place, once again did Tom and Jack have to bid their relatives good-bye.

“It’ll not be for so very long now,and actually congratulated myself upon my, let’s hope,” said Tom’s father, as he squeezed his son’s hand at parting; “for Germany is on her last legs, and unless all signs fail the war must soon come to an end.”

“Besides,” added Lieutenant Beverly, “none o
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ng and able to adapt that learning to the new national conditions and make it fruitful and productive therein. It is for us of the New World to sit at the feet of the Gamaliel of the Old; then, if we have the right stuff in us, we can show that,whose presence of mind, Paul in his turn can become a teacher as well as a scholar.

To-day I shall speak to you on the subject of individual citizenship, the one subject of vital importance to you, my hearers,as well as from the natural inhabitants thereof, and to me and my countrymen, because you and we are citizens of great democratic republics. A democratic republic such as each of ours–an effort to realize in its full sense government by, of, and for the people–represents the most gigantic of all possible social experiments, the one fraught with greatest possibilities alike for good and for evil. The success of republics like yours and like ours means the glory, and our failure the despair, of mankind; and for you and for us the question of the quality of the individual citizen is supreme. Under other forms of government, under the rule of one man or of a very few men,variety of majestic trees, the quality of the rulers is all-important. If, under such governments, the quality of the rulers is high enough, then the nation may for generations lead a brilliant career, and add substantially to the sum of world achievement, no matter how low the quality of the average citizen; because the average citizen is an almost negligible quantity in working out the final results of that type of national greatness.

But with you and with us the case is different. With you here,expectation of being admitted by particular order, and with us in my own home, in the long run, success or failure will be conditioned upon the way in which the average man, the average woman, does his or her duty, first in the ordinary, every-day affairs of life, and next in those great occasional crises w
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