"What makes ye think so?"
"Because your hair vos full of id."
"What"s that? what"s that?" cried Ephraim, in astonishment, quickly removing his cap and clawing through his hair with his fingers.
"Hayseed in my hair? Darned if I believe it!"
The boys roared, and the face of the country lad grew crimson.
"You"re havin" a gol derned pile of fun with me," he said, sheepishly.
"Wal, sail right in an" have it. I kin stand it."
"Begobs! it"s nivver a bit roight at all, at all," said a boy with a rich Irish brogue, and Barney Mulloy pushed his Dutch friend aside.
"Av it"s a soldier yure goin" to be, me b"y, it"s instructions in military tictacks you nade. Now, sur, in case ye wur on guarrud at noight, an" should foind yure post invaded by the simultaneous appearance av the commandant an" corporal av th" guarrud on th" roight, the gineral-in-chafe an" staff on th" left, an" a rigimint av red-headed girrulls behindt yez, all wearin" bloomers an" arrumed to th" tathe wid corrun-brooms an" feather-dusthers, which would yez advance firrust wid th" countysoign?"
This sort of a question, put to a plebe with all sorts of twists and variations, was time-honored at Fardale, whither it had come from West Point, where plebes are puzzled with some variation of it year after year.
The country boy grinned a bit, and, still with his little fingers touching the seams of his trousers and the palms of his hands turned to the front, lifted his left foot and scratched his right shin with his heel, till a sharp rap on the ankle brought the foot down to the ground again, and caused him to brace up stiffly, drawling:
"Gol darned if I wouldn"t be so scat I"d surrender on ther spot ter ther red-headed gals in bloomers."
These words do not look very humorous in print, but they sounded comical as they came from the mouth of that raw countryman, and the crowd roared with laughter again.
"Be me soul!" exclaimed Barney. "It"s yersilf thot knows a hape more thin Oi thought yez did. Ye show yer good judgmint in surrunderin" to th" girruls, fer wan av thim alone wud capture yez av she set out to, an" ould Nick take th" countysoign--she wudn"t nade it!"
Next the country lad was invited to sing, "to develop his vocal organs."
"Oh, say!" he awkwardly grinned. "I can"t sing--I really can"t, by gum!"
"Oh, you vos too modest alretty yet," declared Hans. "You peen goin"
to ged ofer dot britty soon pime-by."
"But I hain"t got no voice, an" I can"t sing a tune no more than a mule kin."
"Me b"y," said Barney, "Oi admire yer modesty, but ye"ll foind it necessary to sing fer th" intertainmint av Ould Gunn an" under professors av ye stay in th" academy, so ye moight as well begin now."
"You"ll laff."
"Nivver moind that."
"It will sp"ile me so I can"t sing. If I couldn"t see ye laff I might do----"
"Dot vos all righdt," declared Hans. "You bet my life we been aple to feex dot britty soon right avay queek. Shust gif me your bocket handerkerchief."
"Whut you want of it?"
"Nefer you mindt dot. Shust gif me to id."
The country boy produced the handkerchief, and Hans quickly folded it in a thick strip about three inches wide.
"Now I feex id britty shlick so you don"d see us laugh oudt loudt," he said, as he quickly tied the handkerchief over the boy"s eyes, while several of the others made Ephraim submit and stand with his little fingers still glued to the seams of his trousers.
In a few seconds the boy from Vermont was securely blindfolded.
"Now you sing dot song," commanded Hans.
"Whut sh.e.l.l I sing?"
""Yankee Doodle," begobs!" cried Barney. "It"s patriotic songs Ould Gunn admoires."
"I can"t git the tune," said Ephraim, "an" I don"t know the words of only jest one va.r.s.e."
"Well, sing pwhat yez know, an" kape repeating it over an" over till yez are told to stop."
"Dot vos der stuff. Let her go, Gallup!"
So the country lad opened his mouth and began to sing in a droning, drawling way:
"Yankee Dewdle came ter taown "Long with Cap"n Goodwill, An" there he saw the boys an" gals As thick ez hasty poodin"."
"Louder!" commanded several voices.
So Ephraim repeated the stanza, singing still louder.
"Dot vos petter," complimented Hans; "bud id don"d peen loudt enough to blease Lieudenant Cordan."
"Louder! louder!" ordered the yearlings. "Open your mouth and let the sound out. You can never expect to sing if you pen the words up in such a cavern as that."
This time Ephraim shouted the words at the tops of his lungs, and he was complimented on all sides, while Barney Mulloy hastily said:
"Kape roight at it, an" kape on singing till ye"re towld t" stop by me.
Ye know my voice, an" don"t ye moind another thot spakes to yez. Av he kapes bothering av ye, tell him to let ye alone, ur you"ll kick th"
back-strap av his trousers clane out through th" top av his head.
Oi"ll shtand by yez. Now, let her go again, an" kape at it."
The country boy began once more, and this time he bellowed the words so they could be heard for a mile.
The grinning yearlings lost no time in slipping quietly away from that locality, and taking positions at a distance, where they could watch what followed.
All alone in the street in front of his tent stood the blindfolded plebe, bellowing the words at the full capacity of his voice, and repeating them over and over.
In a very few seconds Lieutenant Gordan, the regular army officer at the academy, came marching briskly down the street in the dusk, his face so red that it almost seemed to glow like a light. Stopping short in front of the lone plebe, he called:
"Sir!"
Ephraim kept on with
"An" there he saw the boys an" gals Ez thick ez hasty poodin"."