It was the Sycamore Ridge _Banner_, yellow and creased and pungent with age.

"This," he said to Senator Myton, spreading the wrinkled sheet out on the mahogany table, "this is my enlistment paper." He smiled as he read aloud:-- "At noon of our first day out we came across two stowaways.

Hendricks, aged twelve, son of our well-known and popular Mayor, and J.Barclay, aged eleven, son of Mrs.M.Barclay, who, owing to the suddenness of the departure of our troops for the seat of war in Missouri, and certain business delays made necessary in ye editor's return, were slipped out with our company rather than left in the rough and uncertain city of Leavenworth.

They are called by the boys of 'C' company respectively 'the little sergeant and the little corporal, Good Luck boys.'" A little farther down the column was this paragraph: "Aug.

2nd we went into camp on Sugar Creek, and some sport was had by the men who went in bathing, taking the horses with them." "Ever go in swimming with the horses, Senator ?" asked Barclay.