years and were known as “Poore
They were armed with Winsor
rifles and sabre bayonets, the rifle and bayonet weighing about fifteen pounds. The uniform was dark green, trimmed with light green, and as I donned it for the first time it was hard to tell which was the greener, the soldier or the uniform.
We had a peculiar drill.
Most of it, as I can remember, consisted of running around the town hall in single file, giving an Indian war-whoop and firing into the corner of the hall as we ran.
I was a soldier now. I did not walk the streets as I had done, but marched
, always turning “a square corner.”
People grasped me by the hand and congratulated me on my courage.
(I did not see where the courage came in.) The Sons of Temperance, of which my brother Isaac and myself were members, presented us at a public meeting with two suits of underclothes and havelocks, housewives, testaments, etc., so that before we received our army outfit we had enough to load a mule.
We waited for orders to march, but none came, and from being heroes we began to be looked upon with disgust, and we were the most disgusted of all. As we would meet friends on the street they would say, “Is it not about time to have another public meeting to bid you fellows good-by?”
or, “You will want some more shirts before you leave.”
So mortified did we become that, instead of marching down through the village to drill, we sneaked away through a back street.
The company began to get demoralized.
Men were leaving every day, going to other States or to regiments that had been ordered to the front.
At last we rebelled, and sent our officers to the Governor
with a vote passed by the company,