Sady, George's servant, made preparations to follow his master, bragging incessantly of the deeds which he would do, while Gumbo, Harry's boy, pretended to whimper at being left behind, though, at home, Gumbo was anything but a fire-eater.
But, of all in the house, Mrs.Mountain was the most angry at George's determination to go on the campaign.

She had no patience with him.

He did not know what he was doing by leaving home.

She begged, implored, insisted that he should alter his determination; and vowed that nothing but mischief would come from his departure.
George was surprised at the pertinacity of the good lady's opposition.
"I know, Mountain," said he, "that Harry would be the better soldier; but, after all, to go is my duty." "To stay is your duty!" says Mountain, with a stamp of her foot.
"Why did not my mother own it when we talked of the matter just now ?" "Your mother!" says Mrs.Mountain, with a most gloomy, sardonic laugh; "your mother, my poor child!" "What is the meaning of that mournful countenance, Mountain ?" "It may be that your mother wishes you away, George!" Mrs.Mountain continued, wagging her head.

"It may be, my poor deluded boy, that you will find a father-in-law when you come back." "What in heaven do you mean ?" cried George, the blood rushing into his face.
"Do you suppose I have no eyes, and cannot see what is going on?
I tell you, child, that Colonel Washington wants a rich wife.