It's the rankest impiety of all! And besides, I want to see them as they'll be when they come marching home--they must look gay!" "Ah, don't, lad, don't!" Tom flung one arm about the other's shoulder and Crailey was silent, but rested his hand gently on his friend's head.
In that attitude Fanchon found them when she came.
The volunteers gathered at the court-house two hours before noon.

They met each other dismally, speaking in undertones as they formed in lines of four, while their dispirited faces showed that the heart was out of them.

Not so with the crowds of country folk and townspeople who lined the streets to see the last of them.

For these, when the band came marching down the street and took its place, set up a royal cheering that grew louder as Jefferson Bareaud, the color-bearer, carried the flag to the head of the procession.

With the recruits marched the veterans of 1812 and the Indian wars, the one-legged cobbler stumping along beside General Trumble, who looked very dejected and old.