Nor was he less ready in the art of swinging a hammock. His father had not neglected that part of his education, and Hunt and others who had hoped for some fun in watching his maiden effort had to own themselves defeated and disappointed. Max was as expert at that as the oldest member of the cla.s.s.
So the "plebes" soon dropped their air of conscious superiority and presently began to treat him as an equal; a change which he reported to his father with evident satisfaction. He wrote frequently and with much openness to that father, telling of his duties and pleasures and asking advice in any perplexity as freely as he could have asked it of any one near his own age, and with full confidence in the wisdom and the affection for him which would dictate the reply.
Nor was he disappointed; almost every day a letter came from the captain, breathing strong fatherly affection, giving commendation, encouragement, and the best of advice; also telling everything about the doings and happenings in the family that was not related by Mamma Vi or one of Max"s sisters, who not unfrequently added a note to papa"s larger letter.
All those letters, like the first, were highly prized by the recipient and read and reread in leisure moments till he could have repeated their contents almost word for word; and every perusal increased the lad"s desire and determination to be and do all those dear ones--especially his father--could wish; also to please and honor him to whose service he had consecrated his life and all his powers.
Max was not perfect, but he was honest and true, and sincerely desirous to do right.
He was much interested in the accounts received of the visits of his father and the others to the scenes of revolutionary events in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, and, though far from regretting his choice of a profession, could not help wishing he could have made one of the party.
One day, after he had spent some weeks in the Academy, he was disappointed in his expectation of receiving a letter; none came the next day; but then it occurred to him that the _Dolphin_ was probably on her homeward way and he would soon get a letter from Woodburn, telling of the arrival there of all belonging to the dear home circle.
And he was right; a package of letters came presently giving an account of the events of the last days spent in Philadelphia, the return voyage, and the joy of the arrival at their own beautiful and happy home.
Ah, as Max read, how he longed to be with them! Yet the concluding sentences of his father"s letter restored him to contentment with things as they were.
The captain had just received and read the report of his boy"s conduct and academic standing for his first month and was much pleased with it.
He made that very clear to the lad, calling him his dear son, his joy and pride, and telling him that until he was a father himself he could never know the joy and happiness such a report of a son"s behavior and improvement of his opportunities could give.
"Ah," thought the boy, "I"ll try harder than ever since it gives such pleasure to my kindest and best of fathers. How glad I am to have the chance! How thankful I ought to be! I doubt if there was ever a more fortunate boy than myself."
Max and his room-mate, Hunt, liked each other from the first, and seldom had the slightest disagreement.
According to the rules they took turns, week about, in keeping their room in order, each trying to outdo his mate in the thoroughness with which he attended to all the minutiae of the business.
They were good-natured rivals too in other matters connected with the course of instruction they were going through: gymnastic exercises, fencing and boxing, and the drill called fire-quarters, in which the whole battalion is formed into a fire-brigade, and when the fire-bell is sounded each cadet hastens to his proper place in the troop, and the steam fire-engine and hose-carriages belonging to the Academy are brought out and used as they would be in case some building were in flames and the cadets were called upon to a.s.sist in extinguishing the blaze.
Max and his chum had become quite expert at that exercise, when one night they were roused from sleep by the sound of the fire-bell, and springing up and running to their window saw that a dwelling several squares from the Academy was in flames.
"It"s a real fire this time!" cried Hunt, s.n.a.t.c.hing up a garment and beginning a very hurried toilet, Max doing the same, "and now we"ll have a chance to show how well we understand the business of putting it out."
"And we must try to do credit to our training here in the Academy,"
added Max.
An hour or more of great excitement and exertion followed, then, the fire extinguished, the brigade returned to the Academy, and the lads to their sleeping-room, so weary with their exertions that they were very soon sound asleep again.
The experiences of that night furnished Max with material for an interesting letter to his father and the rest of the home folks.
"I didn"t know the cadets were taught how to put out fires," remarked Grace, when her father had finished reading aloud, to his wife and children, Max"s story of the doings of the cadets on that night.
"Yes," the captain said, "that is an important part of their education.
There are a great many things a cadet needs to know."
"I suppose so, papa," said Lulu, "and though Maxie doesn"t say much about his own share in the work, I feel very sure he did his part. And aren"t you proud of him--your eldest son?"
"I am afraid I am," replied her father, with a smile in his eyes. "It may be all parental partiality, but my boy seems to me one of whom any father might well be proud."
"And I am quite of your opinion, my dear," said Violet. "I am very proud of my husband"s son--the dear, good, brave fellow."
But the captain"s eyes were again upon the letter, his face expressing both interest and amus.e.m.e.nt.
"What is it, Levis?" she asked; "something more that you can share with the rest of us?"
"Yes," he returned; then read aloud:
"That was Friday night, and this is Sat.u.r.day evening. This afternoon Hunt and I were allowed to go into the city. We were walking along one of the side streets, and came upon a man who was beating his horse most unmercifully.
"The poor thing was just a bag of bones, that seemed to have nothing but skin over them, and was. .h.i.tched to a cart heavily loaded with earth and stones; its head was down, and it looked ready to drop, while the savage wretch (not worthy to be called a man) was beating it furiously, and cursing and swearing in a towering pa.s.sion; men and boys gathering around, and some calling him to stop.
"But he didn"t pay the smallest attention, till the poor beast spoke--at least the voice seemed to come from its mouth--"Aren"t you ashamed to be beating me so, and swearing at me, too, when you"ve starved me till I haven"t strength to drag even myself another step?"
"At that the man stopped both his beating and swearing, and stood looking half scared out of his wits. The crowd, too, looked thunderstruck; and presently one fellow said, "It"s the story of Balaam and his a.s.s over again. There must be an angel somewhere round,"
glancing from side to side as he spoke, in a way that almost made me laugh, angry as I was at the human brute, or rather the inhuman scoundrel, who had been treating the poor creature so cruelly.
"Others looked too, but didn"t seem to be able to see the angel.
"Hunt, standing close at my side, gave a low whistle. "What, upon earth?" he said. "Oh, there must be a ventriloquist somewhere in the crowd. I"d like to know who he is. Wouldn"t you, Max?"
"Do you really think that"s the explanation?" I asked. "Certainly," he answered, in a tone as if he was rather disgusted at my stupidity. "How else could you account for the seeming ability of that wretched animal to talk?"
""I can"t think of any other explanation," I answered, "but I hope that inhuman wretch of a driver doesn"t know anything about ventriloquists, and so will be afraid to ill-use the poor creature any more." "I hope so, indeed," he said. "See, the crowd are stroking and patting it, and yonder comes a man with a bucket of water, and another with a panful of oats. The ventriloquist has done some good."
""I"m glad of it," I replied. Then, looking at my watch, I saw that it was time for us to go back to the Academy.
"Hunt told the story to some of the other fellows that evening, and there was great wonderment about the ventriloquist, and a good many wished they could have a chance to see him and some of his tricks. Some of them remarked, in a wondering way, that I seemed very indifferent about it, and then I told them of Cousin Ronald and his doings at Ion, which interested them very much, and several said they would like greatly to make his acquaintance and see and hear what he could do.
Isn"t it good, papa, that they have never once suspected me?"
"Well," exclaimed Lulu, "Max used his talent to do good that time.
Didn"t he, papa?"
"He did, indeed," replied the captain. "I hope that poor horse will, as a consequence, receive better treatment in future."
"I"m so glad Maxie could frighten the man so and make him stop treating it so dreadfully," remarked Grace, with a sigh of relief. "I never thought before that that talent of his was good for anything but to make fun for folks."
"The ability to afford amus.e.m.e.nt to others is a talent not to be despised," said her father; "for innocent mirth often does good like a medicine; but power to rescue even a dumb beast from ill-treatment is still more to be coveted, and I shall be glad indeed if Max will use his gift in that way whenever opportunity offers."
CHAPTER IX.
A week or more had pa.s.sed since the return of our friends from their vacation in the more northern part of their loved native land, and Lulu and Grace, who had at first missed their older brother sorely from the family circle, had now begun to feel somewhat accustomed to his absence, and were very merry and happy.
They had resumed their studies, reciting, as before, to their father, and took daily walks and rides on their ponies, varied by an occasional drive with the captain, Violet, and the little ones.
The Ion and Fairview families, too, had gone back to old pleasures and employments; but so busy had all been, taking up familiar cares and duties, and making needed preparations for approaching winter, that only few and short visits had as yet been exchanged between them.