While one of the Massachusetts
regiments was in New York on its way to Washington
, a gentleman residing there met one of its members on the street.
“Is there any thing I can do for you, sir?”
said the New Yorker, his heart warming toward the representative of the brave Massachusetts
militia who had so promptly answered the call of their country.
The soldier hesitated a moment, and finally raising one of his feet exhibited a boot with a hole in the toe, and generally worse for wear.
“ How came you here with such boots as that, my friend?”
asked the patriotic citizen.
“When the order came for me to join my company, sir,” replied the soldier, “I was ploughing in the same field at Concord
where my grandfather was ploughing when the British
fired on the Massachusetts
men at Lexington
He did not wait a moment; and I did not, sir.”
It is unnecessary to add that the soldier was immediately supplied with an excellent pair of boots.--Evening Post