Bisbee daily review., 1908-05-30
A Warrior Bold.

Pa, I want to go to war!"
 "Pa" looked at his sanguinary of spring warily, but kept diligently at work mending the moving machine.
 Pa, dang it, tell ye l want to go to war;"
 This time "pa" was perturbed and hurt. He had been good to that boy, bought him a rife and made him go to Sunday school regularly, but the boy wasn't appreciative. He wanted to leave the farm where he had known protection and guidance to shoulder musket and get shot full of air holes.
 T tell ye, pa"
 'Took-a-here, Ezra" interrupted Farmer Scott, pausing with a bolt haH driven, q am sick and tired O hearin' ye wantiR' to go to war! Wari You dunno what war is. Why, blast my buttons, Ezra, war is helE Ye ain't old enough to go out and git shot yet wait awhile, son, wait awhile!"
 But Ezra heard not The fire of patriotism was burning in him like a pine lumber yard on fire and he wanted to be a hero.
 Tell ye what I,U do, sop," said the father as a twinkle in his eye pro- claimed 8 happy thought, See that big elm tree up there on tn hill in tn far eighty?"
 Ezra's eye followed the direction indicated to a lonely bluff near the country burying ground. A strange tremor passed through him, but he answered boldly:
 "Yes, pal"
 You take a boss blanket and a snack O johnnycake and git over there. It's most dusk now and time ye git there it'll be twilight No boy Is fit to be a soldier who's afraid to sleep out O nights. You wrap right up in yer blanket and stay there till mornin' and if ye low by sun-up that ye ain't skeared none, ye can go to war. Ye'll have my permission, tho twill break yer mothers heart"
 A half hour later Farmer Scott saw a familiar figure trudging of across the fields toward the old elm tree.
 As it disappeared in a gully the low muttering of thunder in the distance presaged rain, at which the farmer chuckled By dark the sky was thick ly overshadowed aId chain" light ming dashed across the canopy iR lurid streaks. The rain fell in torrents and as Farmer Scott put out the cat wound the clock and prepared for bed, a tempest was raging.
 But he didn't go to bed. He took a seat near the window and waited.
 9Th kid might stick it out" he nut tered, and the lightning's flash re vealed a troubled look OF his face!
 The elements continued to clash, and the entire bowling alley of the Armament was brought into play. Crash after crash shook the earth and the wind tossed in a deluge of anger.
 And Farmer Scott sat with his face against the pane, peering far into the night
 Of a sudden there was a brighter flash, an exclamat'pn from pa" and an excited snicker! Forty rods away he saw a half-fying. half-running form dashing through the storm. while be- hind 1t fiuttered horse blanket
 Presently there was a careful trial of the latch. which refused to yield, then gentle rap, followed by a wig orous kick and a frightened boys voice, calling for ~ps"
 sFarmer Scott threw the door wide open.
 "Git an honorable discharge, EzraF' he asked solemnly.
 The boy looked at him a moment in the candle light, dashed away . tear bravely and biurted:
 Pa, did-did ye-did ye drive that that brindle calf in out of the wet Gfore-afore I went t war7"
 From which commonplace remark Farmer Scott knew that Ezra had de- cided on an agricultural career