222 NATHANIEL SOUTHGATE SEALER 



And place my pieces by this monument 



Sweeping the highway yonder in the vale. 



Then in a moment, forth the battery 



Swept down the slope before it, broke right through 



The walls and fences, then into that gulch 



In seeming ruin, yet with gear unharmed 



And horses stout enough to pull it out, 



With spur and lash to speed them up the slope. 



"The Way with Mutineers" is another record of his own 

 experience: 



If you need exploration of your soul, 

 Get a command of raw men reprobates 

 From minstrel shows and jails. Tumble them in 

 Red-hot campaign to shape them on the march 

 And in the fight for service. You '11 soon find 

 Their stuff and yours. 



In "The Great Raid," a vivid description of Morgan's march 

 into Ohio, he tells of good Master Greenwood's invitation to 

 share a breakfast with him. After two days' feeding from sad- 

 dle-pockets none too full, the famished youth, first stationing 

 his orderly by the window (through which in the course of time 

 he got his share of the victuals) to keep watch, gladly welcomed 

 the chance to fill his hungry stomach. When the breakfast was 

 done, the host a maker of great guns, with also a taste for 

 curious toys put upon the bare floor some dolls (just arrived 

 from Paris) to "strut and dance and quaver words of French" : 

 these so well acting their comedy as to make entertainer and 

 guest, now on all fours, not only split their sides with laughter 

 but forget altogether that the tide of war rolled scarce a league 

 away. By chance they glanced toward the window, where to 

 their consternation they beheld the orderly with "jaw-dropped 

 wonder looking at the play." 



Three leaps, and our scared leader's on his steed, 

 Spurring his best straightway across the fields, 

 To save a furlong length, cursing the fool 

 That harbored in his hide. 



