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The cold passed reluctantly from the earth,and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting.As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened,and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares.A river,amber-tinted in the shadow of its banks,purled at the army??s feet; and at night,when the stream had become of a sorrowful blackness,one could see across it the red,eyelike gleam of hostile camp-fires set in the low brows of distant hills.
Once a certain tall soldier developed virtues and went resolutely to wash a shirt.He came flying back from a brook waving his garment bannerlike.He was swelled with a tale he had heard from a reliable friend,who had heard it from a truthful cavalryman,who had heard it from his trustworthy brother,one of the orderlies at division headquarters.He adopted the important air of a herald in red and gold.
??We??re goin?? t?? move t??morrah?ªsure,?? he said pompously to a group in the company street.??We??re goin?? The Red Badge of Courage
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??way up the river,cut across,an?? come around in behint ??em.??
To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign.When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts.A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker box with the hilarious encouragement of twoscore soldiers was deserted. He sat mournfully down.Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
??It??s a lie!that??s all it is?ªa thunderin?? lie!?? said another private loudly.His smooth face was flushed,and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser??s pockets.He took the matter as an affront to him.??I don??t believe the derned old army??s ever going to move.We??re set.I??ve got ready to move eight times in the last two weeks,and we ain??t moved yet.??
The tall soldier felT called upon to defend the truth of
a rumor he himself had introduced.He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
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had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.Of late,however,he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate.One outlined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the commanding general.He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign.They clamored at each other,numbers making futile bids for the popular attention.Meanwhile,the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
??Th??army??s goin?? t?? move.??
??Ah,what yeh talkin?? about?How yeh know it is??? ??Well,yeh kin b??lieve me er not,jest as yeh like.I don??t care a hang.??
There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied.He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs.They grew much excited over it.
There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades.After receiving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks,he went to his The Red Badge of Courage
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hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door.He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room.In the other end,cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture.They were grouped about the fireplace.A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls,and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections,and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of firewood.A folded tent was
serving as a roof.The sunlight,without,beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade.A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay chimney and wreathed into the room,and this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set ablaze the whole establishment.
The youth was in a little trance of astonishment.So they were at last going to fight.On the morrow,perhaps, there would be a battle,and he would be in it.For a time he was obliged to labor to make himself believe.He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth. The Red Badge of Courage
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He had,of course,dreamed of battles all his life?ªof vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire.In visions he had seen himself in many struggles.He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess.But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.He had put them as things of the bygone with his thoughtimages of heavy crowns and high castles.There was a
portion of the world??s history which he had regarded as the time of wars,but it,he thought,had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever. From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust.It must be some sort of a play affair.He had long despaired of witnessing a Greeklike struggle.Such would be no more,he had said. Men were better,or more timid.Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct,or else firm finance held in check the passions.
He had burned several times to enlist.Tales of great movements shook the land.They might not be distinctly Homeric,but there seemed to be much glory in them.He had read of marches,sieges,conflicts,and he had longed to see it all.His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures extravagant in color,lurid with breathless deeds. The Red Badge of Courage
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But his mother had discouraged him.She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war ardor and patriotism.She could calmly seat herself and
with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle.She had had certain ways of expression that told him that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction.Moreover,on her side,was his belief that her ethical motive in the argument was impregnable.
At last,however,he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers,the gossip of the village,his own picturings,had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there.Almost every day the newspaper printed accounts of a decisive victory.
One night,as he lay in bed,the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle.This voice of the people rejoicing in the night had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later,he had gone down to his mother??s room and had spoken thus:??Ma,I??m going to enlist.??
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??Henry,don??t you be a fool,?? his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt.There was an end to the matter for that night.
Nevertheless,the next morning he had gone to a town that was near his mother??s farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there.When he had returned home his mother was milking the brindle cow.Four others stood waiting.??Ma,I??ve enlisted,?? he had said to her diffidently.There was a short silence.??The Lord??s will be done,Henry,?? she had finally replied,and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
When he had stood in the doorway with his soldier??s clothes on his back,and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds,he had seen two tears leaving their trails on his mother??s scarred cheeks.
Still,she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it.He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene.He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect.But her words destroyed his
plans.She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows:??You watch out,Henry,an?? take good care of yerself in this here fighting business?ªyou watch,an?? The Red Badge of Courage
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take good care of yerself.Don??t go a-thinkin?? you can lick the hull rebel army at the start,because yeh can??t.Yer jest one little feller amongst a hull lot of others,and yeh??ve got to keep quiet an?? do what they tell yeh.I know how you are,Henry.
??I??ve knet yeh eight pair of socks,Henry,and I??ve put in all yer best shirts,because I want my boy to be jest as warm and comf??able as anybody in the army.Whenever they get holes in ??em,I want yeh to send ??em right-away back to me,so??s I kin dern ??em.
??An?? allus be careful an?? choose yer comp??ny.There??s lots of bad men in the army,Henry.The army makes ??em wild,and they like nothing better than the job of leading off a young feller like you,as ain??t never been away from home much and has allus had a mother,an?? a-learning ??em to drink and swear.Keep clear of them folks,Henry.I don??t want yeh to ever do anything,Henry,that yeh would be ??shamed to let me know about.Jest think as if I was a-watchin?? yeh.If yeh keep that in yer mind allus,I guess yeh??ll come out about right.
??Yeh must allus remember yer father,too,child,an?? remember he never drunk a drop of licker in his life,and seldom swore a cross oath.
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??I don??t know what else to tell yeh,Henry,excepting that yeh must never do no shirking,child,on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have to be kilt of do a mean thing,why,Henry,don??t think of anything ??cept what??s right,because there??s many a woman has to bear up ??ginst sech things these times,and the Lord ??ll take keer of us all.
??Don??t forgit about the socks and the shirts,child; and I??ve put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle,because I know yeh like it above all things.Good-by,Henry. Watch out,and be a good boy.??
He had,of course,been impatient under the ordeal of this speech.It had not been quite what he expected,and he had borne it with an air of irritation.He departed
feeling vague relief.
Still,when he had looked back from the gate,he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato parings.Her brown face,upraised,was stained with tears,and her spare form was quivering.He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
From his home he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates.They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration.He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride.He and The Red Badge of Courage
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some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite overwhelmed with privileges for all of one afternoon,and it had been a very delicious thing.They had strutted. A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial spirit,but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly,and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass.As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks,he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure.As he perceived her,she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky.He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste in her movement as she changed her attitude.He often thought of it.
On the way to Washington his spirit had soared.The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero.There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats,coffee,and pickles and cheese.As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men,he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty deeds of arms.
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had the belief that real war was a series of death struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals; but since his regiment had come to the field the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greeklike struggles would be no more.Men were better,
or more timid.Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct,or else firm finance held in check the passions.
He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration.His province was to look out,as far as he could,for his personal comfort.For recreation he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals.Also,he was drilled and drilled and reviewed,and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank.They were a sun-tanned,philosophical lot, who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets.When reproached for this afterward,they usually expressed sorrow,and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without their permission.The youth,on guard duty one night,conversed across the stream with one of them.He was a slightly ragged man,who spat skillfully The Red Badge of Courage
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between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance.The youth liked him personally. ??Yank,?? the other had informed him,??yer a right dum good feller.?? This sentiment,floating to him upon the still air,had made him temporarily regret war.
Various veterans had told him tales.Some talked of gray,bewhiskered hordes who were advancing with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns.Others spoke of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired despondent powders. ??They??ll charge through hell??s fire an?? brimstone t?? git a holt on a haversack,an?? sech stomachs ain??t a??lastin?? long,?? he was told.From the stories,the youth imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms. Still,he could not put a whole faith in veteran??s tales, for recruits were their prey.They talked much of smoke, fire,and blood,but he could not tell how much might be lies.They persistently yelled ??Fresh fish!?? at him,and were in no wise to be trusted.
However,he perceived now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight,so long as they fought,which fact no one disputed.There was a more serious problem.He lay in his bunk pondering upon
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it.He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
Previously he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question.In his life he had taken certain things for granted,never challenging his belief in ultimate success,and bothering little about means and roads.But here he was confronted with a thing of moment.It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a battle he might run.He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
A sufficient time before he would have allowed the problem to kick its heels at the outer portals of his mind, but now he felt compelled to give serious attention to it. A little panic-fear grew in his mind.As his imagination went forward to a fight,he saw hideous possibilities.He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future,and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them.He recalled his visions of broken-bladed glory,but in the shadow of the impending tumult he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro.??Good Lord,what??s th?? matter with me??? he said aloud.
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He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity.He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself,and
meanwhile he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him.??Good Lord!?? he repeated in dismay.
After a time the tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole.The loud private followed.They were wrangling. ??That??s all right,?? said the tall soldier as he entered.He waved his hand expressively.??You can believe me or not, jest as you like.All you got to do is sit down and wait as quiet as you can.Then pretty soon you??ll find out I was right.??
His comrade grunted stubbornly.For a moment he
seemed to be searching for a formidable reply.Finally he said:??Well,you don??t know everything in the world,do you???
??Didn??t say I knew everything in the world,?? retorted the other sharply.He began to stow various articles snugly into his knapsack.
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The youth,pausing in his nervous walk,looked down at the busy figure.??Going to be a battle,sure,is there, Jim??? he asked.
??Of course there is,?? replied the tall soldier.??Of course there is.You jest wait ??til to-morrow,and you??ll see one of the biggest battles ever was.You jest wait.?? ??Thunder!?? said the youth.
??Oh,you??ll see fighting this time,my boy,what??ll be regular out-and-out fighting,?? added the tall soldier,with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
??Huh!?? said the loud one from a corner.
??Well,?? remarked the youth,??like as not this story??ll turn out jest like them others did.??
??Not much it won??t,?? replied the tall soldier, exasperated.??Not much it won??t.Didn??t the cavalry all start this morning??? He glared about him.No one denied his statement.??The cavalry started this morning,?? he continued.??They say there ain??t hardly any cavalry left in camp.They??re going to Richmond,or some place,while we fight all the Johnnies.It??s some dodge like that.The regiment??s got orders,too.A feller what seen ??em go to headquarters told me a little while ago.And they??re raising blazes all over camp?ªanybody can see that.??
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??Shucks!?? said the loud one.
The youth remained silent for a time.At last he spoke to the tall soldier.??Jim!??
??How do you think the reg??ment ??ll do???
??Oh,they??ll fight all right,I guess,after they once get into it,?? said the other with cold judgment.He made a fine use of the third person.??There??s been heaps of fun poked at ??em because they??re new,of course,and all that; but they??ll fight all right,I guess.??
??Think any of the boys ??ll run??? persisted the youth. ??Oh,there may be a few of ??em run,but there??s them kind in every regiment,??specially when they first goes under fire,?? said the other in a tolerant way.??Of course it might happen that the hull kit-and-boodle might start and run,if some big fighting came first-off,and then again they might stay and fight like fun.But you can??t bet on nothing.Of course they ain??t never been under fire yet, and it ain??t likely they??ll lick the hull rebel army all-tooncet the first time; but I think they??ll fight better than some,if worse than others.That??s the way I figger.They call the reg??ment ??Fresh fish?? and everything; but the boys come of good stock,and most of ??em ??ll fight like sin after The Red Badge of Courage
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they oncet git shootin??,?? he added,with a mighty emphasis on the last four words.
??Oh,you think you know?ª?? began the loud soldier with scorn.
The other turned savagely upon him.They had a rapid altercation,in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
The youth at last interrupted them.??Did you ever think you might run yourself,Jim??? he asked.On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
The tall private waved his hand.??Well??,said he profoundly,??I??ve thought it might get too hot for Jim Conklin in some of them scrimmages,and if a whole lot of boys started and run,why,I s??pose I??d start and run. And if I once started to run,I??d run like the devil,and no mistake.But if everybody was a-standing and a-fighting, why,I??d stand and fight.Be jiminey,I would.I??ll bet on it.??
??Huh!?? said the loud one.
The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade.He had feared that all of the untried men possessed great and correct confidence.He now was in a measure reassured.
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The next morning the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake.