White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-02-09
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presence. I know now. The big thing
Is Inside of him. It reaches out and
touches you when you look in his eyes
you again when you hear his gentle
voice. There are three words that
come to me as think of him. They
are Power, Vitality, Kindness. think
that he has mind as strong as our
best pair of oxen and that God is driv-
ing 1t. He said little and our minister
could have said it as well as he did.
He has good-natured face, bit
weathered, with peck mark here and
there-not handsome. His straight
nose is shade thick and large. His
deep-set, blue-gray eyes are wide apart
and they look down into you. His
brownish hair, brushed back and pow
dered and falling in queue, was a
comely detail. His mouth is a trifle
too large and very firm when closed.
Yet when he stood up, straight as an
arrow, and walked proud as king to
the window, he was magnificent. It's
a big full word not carelessly chosen
he wore his riding boots. His blue
and-buff uniform with golden epau-
lettes, and buttons, was spotless and
well fitted. A broad blue sash spanned
his breast from waist to shoulder.
From shoe to ruffles every detail in
| his dress was admirable. Still it was
not his look nor his manners, genteel
as they were, that reduced me to a
sense Of smallness. 1t was the man
| under it all. felt as l did the day
i looked up at the big mountain in
New Hampshire, uncomfortably little.
He has doubled my faith in our cause"
The preliminaries being over, the
learned president said:
General, you have had time to sur
veg the army. May ask for your i'm
preston of it?"
poorly armed soldiers without ma
tional spirit and with no knowl-
edge Of what is expected of fighting
men. Many Of them do not know the
difference between an officer and
broomstick. The New England troops
feel that all men are equal even in n
regiment, that uniform cannot create
caste. So there is little order, gov
eminent, or discipline among them
We have only raw MATERIAL mound
of ore to be fused and slagged and
shaped into useful iron.'
Turning to Colin he added: II am
glad to welcome young men like you
to the army. You will, I trust, bend
your mind to it's problems. wish
you first to go down among the men
in the line and get the feel Of it. My
orderly will now conduct you to the
muster master. For the present will
send your horse to my stable"
Colin was mustered into the COM
pany Of Capt. Amos Farnsworth from
Groton. 1t was quartered in lodges
made of hewn timber, rough boards
and sail-cloth. The regiment was in a
long row of like lodges, some built of
fence-rails clinked with turf and rooted
with hay heaped on slanting timbers.
Their doors and windows were mostly
made of woven withes.
Only ten men in the company were
in uniforms and they were Of varying
colors-red, blue and gray to suit the
family taste. The most were in shah
by farm clothing. There were also
ragged men in torn boots. Some were
unarmed. A number Of the boys had
old fowling- pieces and "Queen Anne
muskets. One had Strengthened
scythe blade bound to the top of
pole for his weapon. The Rhode
Island regiment-the smartest-lool1ing
body of men in the army and well uni
formed-were in tents opposite the
rude quarters of the Massachusetts
boys.
Captain Farnsworth gave his fellow
townsman hearty welcome. His lefl
arm, broken and slashed at Bunker
Hill, was in sling. Colin remem-
bered the tall, lean, bony, brown
bearded farmer, so often rightly wor
ried as to the condition of his soul.
There was noticeable lack of CO.
ordination between his brain and the
incorporeal part Of him.
The human soul was troublesome
asset IN New England. 1t was men
aced, frightened, prosecuted by the
ablest men schooled in the arts OF
the orator. 1t was yelled at, berated
and cowed by ignorant, well-meaning
pulpiteers in the back country. The
inner and the outer man were often
In a quarrel with each other
Amos Farnsworth always loked seri-
Gus even when other men were laugh
ing. His sad expression was relieved
only by quizzlcal look in his gray
eyes. Mental activity produced sim
gular effect upon his countenance. The
skin on his brow rolled into deep wrin-
kles. He had marked fondness for
the word which" often misplaced in
his conversation. He was widower
about forty years of age.
''How are you?" Colin asked
anxious as painter in a tree with
the dogs barkn', which the fact is
I'm on the run with Satan hold O. my
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