ame a satisfactory decision in that peculiar case.
I had long before determined what my decision would be if that question ever became a practical one between McPherson and myself on the field of battle.
I would have said, in substance at least: Mac, just tell me what you want me to do.
As we sat together that day, McPherson confided to me the secret of his marriage engagement, for the purpose, as he stated, of inquiring whether, in my opinion, he could before long find a chance to go home would spend a very large part of that precious time in lettering problems for classmates who needed such help.
For this reason and others he was, by common consent of all the classes, the most popular man in the corps.
I could not compete with Mac at all in the lettering business, but I tried to follow his good example, in my own way, by helping the boys over knotty points in math and phil.
I had taught district school one winter before going to West Point, and hence had acquired the knack