practised a sort of involuntary goosestep, and did a good deal of marching without making much progress.
But this was an old-time bit of chaff that never had any substantial foundation.
The members of the Phalanx were sober and respectable citizens, and were no more perplexed with the up-and-down motion of the drawbridge than other travellers.
I shall always stand by the Phalanx.
What pride the old boys of Medford used to take in that company!
How we admired the colossal form of Capt. Samuel Blanchard, dressed in a blue uniform with buff facings, his shoulders crowned with an enormous pair of gold epaulets!
We followed the Phalanx in the May training in all its marchings and counter-marchings, from Symmes' corner to the Malden line, striving ineffectually to keep step to the music of the band.
I remember that the ladies of Medford presented a stand of colors to the company.
I wonder if they are in existence now!
But to resume.
I have to indulge in episodes; memory runs away