The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-10-22
ENROUTE TO CANT0NMENT CAMPS
 BEWlLDERED DRAFT YOUTHS SHOW
 DAUNTLESS SPIRIT FOR FIGHTING
First Few Hours on the Train Which Bears Him Away. From Those He Loves roves the Worst of His Draft Moments In Camps They Quickly Recover Them
 aelveaand Though Coming From All Races and / Glasses in Life Soon Make Lasting Friendships.

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 All over the country Sammy is still ch route for Somewhere. as be has been for weeks. But jost now Some where, that flexible wartime word. chiefly neaps the sixteen national ss.ts;e ssssje < issl tialtss sar ssasss: sa@s. what BSs2ffdered Sammy yofsthe new nationary army, still without uniform, without previous military training, without even d very definite idea of war except that he is going to fight it. is speeding.
 Big-boned mountaineer of the South, who will wear his new uni form when he gets it about as com fortablye as if 1t were a mustard plas- ter--he is leaving the home he has never been ten miles away from be- fore ifi his life. Remember of the Gashonse Gang. raw recruit from Hell's Kitchen. or college junior from the SILK stocking precincts-he \ IS pulling Out of New York for Yap- hank. seAy slim French youth in the uorthern states the patriotism of two lands is blazing up in his eyes, as Ne eets on the. train near. Fort Cari- bou. A<dazed young Servian, not yet six months in America -he is earning his first English words in the chorus of 'sKhfser Bilr' on the station plat form of a New England factory town,
 Eastfand west, north and south, the trains are footing Sammy away from h0l1l4 It. isn't; just one engine but htl15dfeds of them that are grumbling their staccato warnings at him, as he fingers for a last Joke with the bunch.'' It isn't just one women, but thousands of them, and of all ages, whose tear stained faces twist brave ly into smiles as they wave goodbye. Jt isn't one Sammy. but whole army of him, who is going away with bra 1ado. promising gaily to come, back and bring the Kaiser along. f " There has been a lot of talk about how the men in khaki pull out of the station. to the flutter of handker- tiefB and the thrill of bands. Even ANxithout their uniforms, the drafted rnei4 Of the new national army have had their share of attention. It is quite a different matter when the train is few miles on it's way, aftel the excitement of departure has died and they begin to realize that home is a behind them, and the war ahead. No w body has described the sensations o1 Sammy en route.
 Nobody ever will, <either. The fac Is that nobody knows exactly how Eammy feels about going away tt !, light except Sammy and he isn't tell ling. But for the past few week
 Rai1road Y M. CA Secretaries hav' W been travelling with the men of tn
 new national army to cantonments al over the United States. On more thai 7E0 traifs they have already beer Hfolf8wir1E the soldiers on wheels,' a one Of them gratefully put it, to. d, v]tt they can to cheer his trip. A n<<r1l n Fofis man eetn know tn
 h1 6k another, they know thi /. " f<Sd Sammy. Taey have seen hir 7 1tf that first tragic moment when h I bsg1fs to realize that his face is turn !, e< away from home toward unknow !, danger. And they report that tn
 average sammy, no matter what clas
 ori' what part of the country he come
 fromf Ais more afraid of those firs
 few hours on the train than he is c
 1ly ss5a 6hes' N loF lF3 have fravsIed in thi l' uyswith the soldiers to the cantor
 Hents. begin where all the other I#I<ave off. Says Sammy to the Put l He" is all very well, but Says Samm
 k0 Himself' is quite another matte <S:-mmy stripped of heroics and ( <<bombast, Sammy homesick and ht n man, IS the one the trainmen see. sg
 Above the rattle of wheels and tn
 Ehriek of the engine, an Alabam z. train ladenzvith soldiers shook with
 below like that of a bull that ,hs
 nosed hiB way into a beehive. Witt
 ont any trouble at all the " secreta1 Hfo1loWed the noise to it's source,
 twc-hundred pound Sammy possesse of the contradictory attributes of
 d0able chin all around, a sure-triggs
 hand, hard head, a soft heart ar
 the self-control of a child of sf