hundred thousand three-years' volunteers.
One evening, shortly after this call was made, I met three of my former school-mates and neighbors in the chief village of the town I then called home, and, after a brief discussion of the outlook, one of the quartette challenged, or “stumped,” the others to enlist.. The challenge was promptly accepted all around, and hands were shaken to bind the agreement.
I will add in passing, that three of the four stood by that agreement; the fourth was induced by increased wages to remain with his employer, although he entered the service later in the war, and bears a shell scar on his face to attest his honorable service.
After the decision had been reached, not to be revoked on my part as I fully determined, I returned to my home, and either that night or the next morning informed my father of the resolution I had taken.
Instead of interposing an emphatic objection, as he had done the previous year, he said, in substance, “Well, you know I do not want you to go, but it is very evident that a great many more must go, and if you have fully determined upon it I shall not object.”
Having already determined upon the arm of the service which I should enter, accompanied by three other acquaintances of the same opinion, two of them the school-fellows mentioned, I started for Cambridge
, with a view of seeing Captain Porter
, who was then at home recruiting for the First Massachusetts Battery, which he commanded, and enlisting with him, as there were at least two men in his company who were fellow-townsmen.
But we were much disappointed when the Captain
informed us that his company was now recruited to the number required.
However, we directed our steps back to Boston
without delay, and there, in the second story of the Old State House
, enlisted in a new organization then rapidly filling.
Here is a copy of a certificate, still in my possession, which I was to present on enlisting.
It tells its own story.