“Yes, it’s simple and plain enough now, though then we didn’t often think of it in exactly this way, but just went on fighting and never doubted.  We knew the struggle and suffering of our fathers and grandfathers to make a great country here for Freedom, and we knew that all this wasn’t just the whim of a foolish god, willing to waste such great things—­we knew that such a country couldn’t have been building up just to be wasted.  But, more than that, we knew that armies fighting for the Freedom of Man had to win, in the long run, over armies that fought for what they considered their rights.

“We didn’t set out to free the slaves, so far as we knew.  Yet our being against slavery was what made the war, and we had the consciousness that we were on the side of God’s plan, because His plan is clearly the Freedom of Man.  Long ago we began to see the hints of His plan—­a little like the way you can see what’s coming in August from what happens in April, but man has to win his freedom from himself—­men in the light have to fight against men in the dark of their own shadow.  That light is the answer; we had the light that made us never doubt.  Ours was the true light, and so we—­”

“Boom—­” The veterans had begun to fire their cannon on the crest of the low hill, out at the cemetery; and from a little way down the street came the rat-a-tat of a toy drum and sounds of a fife played execrably.  A file of children in cocked hats made of newspapers came marching importantly up the sidewalk under the maple shade trees; and in advance, upon a velocipede, rode a tin-sworded personage, shrieking incessant commands but not concerning himself with whether or not any military obedience was thereby obtained.  Here was a revivifying effect upon young Ramsey; his sluggard eyelids opened electrically; he leaped to his feet and, abandoning his grandfather without preface or apology, sped across the lawn and out of the gate, charging headlong upon the commander of the company.

“You get off that ’locipede, Wesley Bender!” he bellowed.  “You gimme that sword!  What rights you got to go bein’ captain o’ my army, I’d like to know!  Who got up this army, in the first place, I’d like to know!  I did, myself yesterd’y afternoon, and you get back in line or I won’t let you b’long to it at all!”

The pretender succumbed; he instantly dismounted, being out-shouted and overawed.  On foot he took his place in the ranks, while Ramsey became sternly vociferous.  “In-tention, company!  Farwud march!  Col-lumn right!  Right-showdler harms!  Halt!  Far-wud march.  Carry harms—­”