Frank's Campaign; Or, The Farm and the Camp by Jr. Horatio Alger (short novels in english .TXT) π
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CONTENTS
FRANK'S CAMPAIGN
CHAPTER I. THE WAR MEETING
CHAPTER II. THE PRIZE
CHAPTER III. FRANK AT HOME
CHAPTER IV. FRANK MAKES A PROPOSITION
CHAPTER V. MR. RATHBURN MAKES A SPEECH
CHAPTER VI. MR. FROST MAKES UP HIS MIND
CHAPTER VII. LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
CHAPTER VIII. DISCOURAGED AND ENCOURAGED
CHAPTER IX. THE LAST EVENING AT HOME
CHAPTER X. LITTLE POMP
CHAPTER XI. PUNISHING A BULLY
CHAPTER XII. A LETTER FROM THE CAMP
CHAPTER XIII. MISCHIEF ON FOOT
CHAPTER XIV. A RAID UPON THE PIG-PEN
CHAPTER XV. POMP BEHAVES BADLY
CHAPTER XVI. FRANK MAKES A FRIEND
CHAPTER XVII. A SHADE OF MYSTERY
CHAPTER XVIII. THANKSGIVING AT THE FARM
CHAPTER XIX. THE WONDERFUL TRANSFORMATION
CHAPTER XX. POMP'S EDUCATION COMMENCES
CHAPTER XXI. THE BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG
CHAPTER XXII. FRANK BROACHES A NEW PLAN
CHAPTER XXIII. POMP TAKES MRS. PAYSON PRISONER
CHAPTER XXIV. A CHAPTER FROM HARDEE
CHAPTER XXV. ELECTION OF OFFICERS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE REBEL TRAP
CHAPTER XXVII. POMP'S LIGHT INFANTRY TACTICS
CHAPTER XXVIII. JOHN HAYNES HAS A NARROW ESCAPE
CHAPTER XXIX. MR. MORTON'S STORY
CHAPTER XXX. FRANK CALLS ON SQUIRE HAYNES
CHAPTER XXXI. SQUIRE HAYNES SPRINGS HIS TRAP
CHAPTER XXXII. TURNING THE TABLES
CHAPTER XXXIII. CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I. THE WAR MEETING
The Town Hall in Rossville stands on a moderate elevation overlooking the principal street. It is generally open only when a meeting has been called by the Selectmen to transact town business, or occasionally in the evening when a lecture on temperance or a political address is to be delivered. Rossville is not large enough to sustain a course of lyceum lectures, and the townspeople are obliged to depend for intellectual nutriment upon such chance occasions as these. The majority of the inhabitants being engaged in agricultural pursuits, the population is somewhat scattered, and the houses, with the exception of a few grouped around the stores, stand at respectable distances, each encamped on a farm of its own.
One Wednesday afternoon, toward the close of September, 1862, a group of men and boys might have been seen standing on the steps and in the entry of the Town House. Why they had met will best appear from a large placard, which had been posted up on barns and fences and inside the village store and postoffice.
It ran as follows:
WAR MEETING!The citizens of Rossville are invited to meet at the Town Hall, on Wednesday, September 24, at 3 P. M. to decide what measures shall be taken toward raising the town's quota of twenty-five men, under the recent call of the President of the United States. All patriotic citizens, who are in favor of sustaining the free institutions transmitted to us by our fathers, are urgently invited to be present.
The Hon. Solomon Stoddard is expected to address the meeting.
Come one, come all.
At the appointed hour one hundred and fifty men had assembled in the hall. They stood in groups, discussing the recent call and the general management of the war with that spirit of independent criticism which so eminently characterizes the little democracies which make up our New England States.
βThe whole thing has been mismanaged from the first,β remarked a sapient-looking man with a gaunt, cadaverous face, addressing two listeners. βThe Administration is corrupt; our generals are either incompetent or purposely inefficient. We haven't got an officer that can hold a candle to General Lee. Abraham Lincoln has called for six hundred thousand men. What'll he do with 'em when he gets 'em? Just nothing at all. They'll melt away like snow, and then he'll call for more men. Give me a third of six hundred thousand, and I'll walk into Richmond in less'n thirty days.β
A quiet smile played over the face of one of the listeners. With a slight shade of irony in his voice he said, βIf such are your convictions, Mr. Holman, I think it a great pity that you are not in the service. We need those who have clear views of what is required in the present emergency. Don't you intend to volunteer?β
βI!β exclaimed the other with lofty scorn. βNo, sir; I wash my hands of the whole matter. I ain't clear about the justice of warring upon our erring brethren at all. I have no doubt they would be inclined to accept overtures of peace if accompanied with suitable concessions. Still, if war must be waged, I believe I could manage matters infinitely better than Lincoln and his cabinet have done.β
βWouldn't it be well to give them the benefit of your ideas on the subject?β suggested the other quietly.
βAhem!β said Mr. Holman, a little suspiciously.
βWhat do you mean, Mr. Frost?β
βOnly this, that if, like you, I had a definite scheme, which I thought likely to terminate the war, I should feel it my duty to communicate it to the proper authorities, that they might take it into consideration.β
βIt wouldn't do any good,β returned Holman, still a little
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