the end of the academic year, I was called to demonstrate the pulleys.
The professor thought that I had forgotten my old friend the enemy, but I smiled, for he had become dear to me,--in waking hours and in dreams,--and the cadet passed easily enough for a maximum mark.
The cadets had their small joys and sometimes little troubles.
On one occasion a cadet officer reported me for disobedience of orders.
As the report was not true, I denied it and sent up witnesses of the occasion.
Dick Garnett, who fell in the assault of the 3d, at Gettysburg, was one witness, and Cadet Baker, so handsome and lovable that he was called Betsy, was the other.
Upon overlooking the records I found the report still there, and went to ask the superintendent if other evidence was necessary to show that the report was not true.
He was satisfied of that, but said that the officer complained that I smiled contemptuously.
As that could only be rated as a single demerit, I asked the benefit of the smile