"Three and sixpence gone!" groaned Mrs. Payson. "Fust my bunnit, an"
then my specs. I"m the most unfort"nit" crittur. Why don"t you help me, Sam Thompson, instead of standin" and gawkin" at me?" she suddenly exclaimed, glaring at Sam.
"I didn"t know as you was ready," said Sam. "You might have been out before this, ef you hadn"t let go. Here, Pomp, lend a hand." Pomp shook his head decisively.
"Don"t catch dis chile again," he said. "I"m goin" home. Ole woman wants to lick me."
Sam endeavored to persuade Pomp, but he was deaf to persuasion. He squatted down on the snow, and watched the efforts his companion made to extricate the old lady. When she was nearly out he started on a run, and was at a safe distance before Mrs. Payson was in a situation to pursue him.
The old lady shook herself to make sure that no bones were broken. Next, she sent Sam down into the hole to pick up her bag, and then, finding, on a careful examination, that she had recovered everything, even to the blue umbrella, fetched the astonished Sam a rousing box on the ear.
"What did you do that for?" he demanded in an aggrieved tone.
""Taint half as much as you deserve," said the old lady. "I"m goin" to your house right off, to tell your mother what you"ve been a-doin". Ef you was my child, I"d beat you black and blue."
"I wish I"d left you down there," muttered Sam.
"What"s that?" demanded Mrs. Payson sharply. "Don"t you go to bein"
sa.s.sy. It"ll be the wuss for ye. You"ll come to the gallows some time, ef you don"t mind your p"s and q"s. I might "ave stayed there till I died, an" then you"d have been hung."
"What are, you jawing about?" retorted Sam. "How could I know you was comin"?"
"You know"d it well enough," returned the old lady. "You"ll bring your mother"s gray hairs with sorrer to the grave."
"She ain"t got any gray hairs," said Sam doggedly.
"Well, she will have some, ef she lives long enough. I once know"d a boy just like you, an" he was put in jail for stealin"."
"I ain"t a-goin to stay and be jawed that way," said Sam. "You won"t catch me pulling you out of a hole again. I wouldn"t have you for a grandmother for all the world. Tom Baldwin told me, only yesterday, that you was always a-hectorin" him."
Tom Baldwin was the son of Cynthy Ann, and consequently old Mrs.
Payson"s grandson.
"Did Tom Baldwin tell you that?" demanded the old lady abruptly, looking deeply incensed.
"Yes, he did."
"Well, he"s the ungratefullest cub that I ever sot eyes on," exclaimed his indignant grandmother. "Arter all I"ve done for him. I"m knittin" a pair of socks for him this blessed minute. But he sha"n"t have "em. I"ll give "em to the soldiers, I vum. Did he say anything else?"
"Yes, he said he should be glad when you were gone."
"I"ll go right home and tell Cynthy Ann," exclaimed Mrs. Payson, "an"
if she don"t w"ip him I will. I never see such a bad set of boys as is growin" up. There ain"t one on "em that isn"t as full of mischief as a nut is of meat. I"ll come up with them, as true as I live."
Full of her indignation, Mrs. Payson gave up her proposed call on Mrs.
Thompson, and, turning about, hurried home to lay her complaint before Cynthy Ann.
"I"m glad she"s gone," said Sam, looking after her, as with resolute steps she trudged along, punching the snow vigorously with the point of her blue cotton umbrella. "I pity Tom Baldwin; if I had such a grandmother as that, I"d run away to sea. That"s so!"
CHAPTER XXIV. A CHAPTER FROM HARDEE
A few rods east of the post-office, on the opposite side of the street, was a two-story building used as an engine-house, The second story consisted of a hall used for company meetings. This the fire company obligingly granted to the boys as a drill-room during the inclement season, until the weather became sufficiently warm to drill out of doors.
On the Monday afternoon succeeding the preliminary meeting at the academy, about thirty boys a.s.sembled in this hall, pursuant to a notice which had been given at school and posted up at the tavern and post-office.
At half-past two Frank entered, accompanied by Mr. Morton.
Some of the boys were already acquainted with him, and came up to speak.
He had a frank, cordial way with boys, which secured their favor at first sight.
"Well, boys," said he pleasantly, "I believe I am expected to make soldiers of you."
"Yes, sir," said Charles Reynolds respectfully: "I hope we shall learn readily and do credit to your instructions."
"I have no fear on that score," was the reply. "Perhaps you may have some business to transact before we commence our lessons. If so, I will sit down a few minutes and wait till you are ready."
A short business meeting was held, organized as before.
John Haynes reported that he had spoken to his father, and the question of allowing the boys the use of the muskets belonging to the town would be acted upon at the next meeting of the Selectmen. Squire Haynes thought that the request would be granted.
"What are we going to do this afternoon?" asked Robert Ingalls.
"I can answer that question, Mr. Chairman," said Henry Morton. "We are not yet ready for muskets. I shall have to drill you first in the proper position of a soldier, and the military step. Probably it will be a week before I shall wish to place muskets into your hands. May I inquire how soon there will be a meeting of the Selectmen?"
John Haynes announced that the next meeting would be held in less than a week.
"Then there will be no difficulty as to the muskets," said Mr. Morton.
Wilbur Summerfield reported that he had extended an invitation to boys not connected with the academy to join the company. Several were now present. d.i.c.k b.u.mstead, though not able to attend that day, would come to the next meeting. He thought they would be able to raise a company of fifty boys.
This report was considered very satisfactory.
Tom Wheeler arose and inquired by what name the new company would be called.
"I move," said Robert Ingalls, "that we take the name of the Rossville Home Guards."
"If the enemy should invade Rossville, you"d be the first to run,"
sneered John Haynes.
"Not unless I heard it before you," was the quick reply.
There was a general laugh, and cries of "Bully for you, Bob!" were heard.
"Order!" cried the chairman, pounding the table energetically. "Such disputes cannot be allowed. I think we had better defer obtaining a name for our company till we find how well we are likely to succeed."
This proposal seemed to be acquiesced in by the boys generally. The business meeting terminated, and Mr. Morton was invited to commence his instructions.
"The boys will please form themselves in a line," said the teacher, in a clear, commanding voice.