The Soldier Boy | Page 2

up from the blessed volume.
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Mrs. Somers, as she closed the Bible,
and removed her spectacles.
"Yes, mother. The infernal rebels hammered away at the fort for two
days, and at last we had to give in."
"There'll be terrible times afore long," replied the old lady, shaking her
head with prophetic earnestness.
"The President has called for seventy-five thousand volunteers, and I
tell you there'll be music before long!" continued the youth, so excited
that he paced the room with rapid strides.
"What's the matter, Thomas?" asked a feeble old gentleman, entering
the room at this moment.
"Fort Sumter has surrendered, gran'ther," repeated Thomas, at the top
of his lungs, for the aged man was quite deaf; "and the President has
called for seventy-five thousand men to go down and fight the traitors."
"Sho!" exclaimed the old man, halting, and gazing with earnestness
into the face of the boy.
"It's a fact, gran'ther."
"Well, I'm too old to go," muttered gran'ther Greene; "but I wa'n't
older'n you are when I shouldered my firelock in 1812. I'm too old and
stiff to go now."
"How old were you, gran'ther, when you went to the war?" asked
Thomas, with more moderation than he had exhibited before.

"Only sixteen, Thomas; but I was as tall as I am now," replied the
patriarch, dropping slowly and cautiously into the old-fashioned
high-back chair, by the side of the cooking stove.
"Well, I'm sixteen, and I mean to go."
"You, Thomas! You are crazy! You shan't do any thing of the kind,"
interposed Mrs. Somers. "There's men enough to go to the war, without
such boys as you are."
"You ain't quite stout enough to make a soldier, Thomas. You ain't so
big as I was, when I went off to York state," added gran'ther Greene.
"I should like to go any how," said Thomas, as he seated himself in a
corner of the room, and began to think thoughts big enough for a
full-grown man.
"Fort Sumter has surrendered," shouted John Somers, rushing into the
house as much excited as his brother had been.
"We've heard all about it, John," replied his mother.
"The President has called for seventy-five thousand men, and in my
opinion the rebels will get an awful licking before they are a fortnight
older. I should like to go and help do it."
The exciting news was discussed among the members of the Somers
family, as it was in thousands of other families, on that eventful Sunday.
Thomas and John could think of nothing, speak of nothing, but Fort
Sumter, and the terrible castigation which the rebels would receive
from the insulted and outraged North. They were loyal even to
enthusiasm; and when they retired to their chamber at night, they
ventured to express to each other their desire to join the great army
which was to avenge the insult offered to the flag of the Union.
They were twin brothers, sixteen years of age; but they both thought
they were old enough and strong enough to be soldiers. Their mother,
however, had promptly disapproved of such suggestions, and they had
not deemed it prudent to discuss the idea in her presence.
On Monday, the excitement instead of subsiding, was fanned to a fever
heat; Pinchbrook Harbor was in a glow of patriotism. Men neglected
their usual occupations, and talked of the affairs of the nation. Every
person who could procure a flag hung it out at his window, or hoisted it
in his yard, or on his house. The governor had called out a portion of
the state militia, and already the tramp of armed men was heard in the
neighboring city of Boston.

Thomas Somers was employed in a store in the village, and during the
forenoon he mechanically performed the duties of his position; but he
could think of nothing but the exciting topic of the day. His blood was
boiling with indignation against those who had trailed our hallowed
flag in the dust. He wanted to do something to redeem the honor of his
country--something to wipe out the traitors who had dared to conspire
against her peace. On his way home to dinner, he met Fred Pemberton,
who lived only a short distance from his own house.
"What do you think now, Fred?" said Thomas.
"What do I think? I think just as I always did--the North is wrong, and
the South is right," replied Fred.
"Who fired upon Fort Sumter? That's the question," said Thomas, his
eyes flashing with indignation.
"Why didn't they give up the fort, then?"
"Give up the fort! Shall the United States cave in before the little State
of South Carolina. Not by a two chalks!"
"I think the North has been teasing and vexing the South