Frank's Campaign, or, Farm and Camp by Horatio Alger
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has called for six hundred thousand men. What'll he do with 'em
when he gets 'em? Just nothing at all. They'll melt away like snow, and then he'll call for more men. Give me a third of six hundred thousand, and I'll walk into Richmond in less'n thirty days." A quiet smile played over the face of one of the listeners. With a slight shade of irony in his voice he said, "If such are your convictions, Mr. Holman, I think it a great pity that you are not in the service. We need those who have clear views of what is required in the present emergency. Don't you intend to volunteer?" "I!" exclaimed the other with lofty scorn. "No, sir; I wash my hands of the whole matter. I ain't clear about the justice of warring upon our erring brethren at all. I have no doubt they would be inclined to accept overtures of peace if accompanied with suitable concessions. Still, if war must be waged, I believe I could manage matters infinitely better than Lincoln and his cabinet have done." "Wouldn't it be well to give them the benefit of your ideas on the subject?" suggested the other quietly. "Ahem!" said Mr. Holman, a little suspiciously. "What do you mean, Mr. Frost?" "Only this, that if, like you, I had a definite scheme, which I thought likely to terminate the war, I should feel it my duty to |
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