To go into the particulars of this tremendous spectacle would be impossible in the limits of these pages. Regiment after regiment swept by, representing every State in the Union. There were bra.s.s bands galore, with Old Glory everywhere in evidence. The crowd clapped and cheered, and sometimes shouted itself hoa.r.s.e as some favorite command swept by with soldierly precision. Here and there a hero was recognized, and then the din would increase.
"Some parade, I say!" exclaimed Fred enthusiastically.
"Isn"t it wonderful how many soldiers there are?" marveled May, who sat next to him.
"When are our boys coming?" questioned Grandfather Rover anxiously.
"They"ll be coming along pretty soon now," answered Jack, who had been studying the program closely. "They are in the second regiment after the one now pa.s.sing."
The New York State troops were now approaching, and the din became terrific, the more so as one company after another was recognized.
"Here they come! Here they come!" exclaimed Martha, who was gazing down the line.
"I see them! They are just at the corner!" added Mary.
"There"s dad! I see dad!" screamed Andy, to make himself heard above the noise. "There he is, in the front row on this side!"
"Yes, and there is my father!" yelled Fred. "See him? Two men away from Uncle Tom!"
"I see dad," announced Jack. "He"s in the middle. See him with that medal on his breast?"
"Hurrah, boys! Hurrah for you!" yelled Grandfather Rover, and arose excitedly, shaking his cane in one hand and a small flag in the other.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HURRAH FOR YOU, BOYS!" YELLED GRANDFATHER ROVER.]
By this time all were on their feet, cheering and waving their flags wildly. d.i.c.k, Tom and Sam Rover saw them, and although they did not dare to turn their heads, they smiled broadly in recognition. For them the moment was just as thrilling as it was for those on the stand.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" shouted the boys and girls, and their parents and other relatives joined in as strenuously as any one.
Old Aunt Martha was crying openly, and the other women had also to wipe the tears from their eyes.
"Somehow it chokes me all up," declared old Uncle Randolph, and blew his nose vigorously.
The company containing the Rovers pa.s.sed on and the great parade continued hour after hour until it seemed as if there would be no end to that grand procession.
"Gracious! I didn"t know there were so many soldiers in the whole world," declared Aunt Martha at length.
"If you are getting tired, Aunt Martha, I"ll have somebody take you back to the house," remarked Mrs. d.i.c.k Rover, after they had been watching the parade for four hours.
"No, no. I am going to see it to the end," declared the old lady. "It will be something to talk about as long as I live."
"Just think of a lot of soldiers like these fighting all over our farm at Valley Brook," was Uncle Randolph"s comment. "That"s what they did over in France. It must have been terrible, the way things were cut up."
"My dad says you wouldn"t believe it if you didn"t see it," answered Randy. "He said some of the sh.e.l.l craters were big enough to dump a small barn in. Think of holes like that in your pasture lot."
But even the greatest of parades must come to an end, and at last the final body of soldiers marched by, and then came more police, followed by a great crowd of people that surged into Fifth Avenue like great flocks of sheep, hurrying, bustling, and jostling in an effort to get every way at once.
"Wasn"t it perfectly grand?" cried Mary.
"It couldn"t have been more wonderful," answered May.
"Now we"ll get you back to the house and give you something to eat,"
said Mrs. d.i.c.k Rover to the old folks. "You certainly must be hungry as well as tired."
"Well, a little bit of something to eat wouldn"t go bad, Dora," answered Grandfather Rover, placing an affectionate hand on her shoulder. And then he added softly: "We"re mighty proud of our d.i.c.k, aren"t we?"
"Proud! I should say we are!" answered Mrs. Rover, her whole face glowing with keen satisfaction.
It was decided that all of the older folks, as well as the three girls, should return to Riverside Drive. The boys, however, wanted to remain out and see what might take place further.
"We can pick up a little lunch somewhere--some sandwiches and pie and maybe a gla.s.s of milk," said Randy.
"Anything will do for me," announced Fred. "I"m almost too excited to eat."
"If you boys stay out you take good care of yourselves in this awful jam," warned Mrs. Tom Rover. "And don"t you get into any mischief," she added to her twins.
The four lads saw the others safely to the automobiles, which were standing down one of the side streets, and then came back to Fifth Avenue.
"Let"s walk down and look at the decorations and at the Arch of Victory," suggested Jack, and so it was decided.
In many places the sidewalks were littered with boxes which had been used to sit or stand upon. As a consequence, the best place to walk was in the street, and down this the boys pushed their way through the crowds which were gradually beginning to thin out.
"I never imagined buildings could be so handsomely decorated," declared Jack. "Those flags and banners and all that ma.s.s of bunting must have cost a fortune."
"Yes, and think of the money spent in decorating some of these windows,"
put in Fred.
They were gazing at a large show-window filled with a representation of American soldiers and sailors from colonial times to the present day.
There were at least twenty-five figures in full uniform, and the display was as valuable to study from an historical standpoint as it was interesting to view as a picture.
"Some work to get all those uniforms together and to have everything exactly right," remarked Randy.
"I like the plain khaki of to-day as well as any of them," announced Jack. "The others are more gaudy, but when it comes to actual service--Ouch!"
Jack"s remark broke off abruptly as a small but heavy box thrown from the gutter landed directly on his head. Then another box came flying through the air, to strike between the three other Rovers. It was followed by a ball of soaking-wet and muddy newspapers which struck the show-window with a thud, sending some dirty drops of water into the Rover boys" faces.
Fred was the first to whirl around in an endeavor to see where the two boxes and the wadded-up newspapers had come from. He was just in time to see two young fellows try to lose themselves in the rapidly moving crowd.
"Gabe Werner!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. "There he goes!"
"Yes, and there is Bill Glutts with him!" added Andy.
"What"s that?" questioned Jack. He had received a small cut on one ear from the flying box and his cap had been knocked over his eyes.
"Werner and Glutts did it," answered Fred. "There they go down the street."
"If that"s the case we"ve got to catch them," returned the oldest Rover boy. "Come on, quick!"
All started in pursuit of the two former bullies of Colby Hall. But to follow them through the rapidly moving crowd was not easy, and several times they were afraid the rascals would get away from them.