This voice of the people rejoicing in the night had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement.

Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm going to enlist." "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied.

She had then covered her face with the quilt.

There was an end to the matter for that night.
Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone to a town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there.
When he had returned home his mother was milking the brindle cow.

Four others stood waiting.