kind was incumbent upon him.

The mutterings of the men against an officer, who would not share
their hardships and duties, did not reach his ears, nor yet the
gibes of the more earnest of the officers at the "young headquarter
swells," whose interest and zeal were nothing to what they would
have taken in a fishing excursion.

It came about very naturally and very soon that this continual
avoidance of duty in directions where danger might be encountered
was stigmatized by the harsher name of cowardice. Neither did
this come to his knowledge, and he was consequently ignorant that
he had delivered a fatal stab to his reputation one fine morning
when, the regiment being ordered out with three days' rations and
forty rounds of cartridges, the sergeant who was sent in search
of him returned and reported that he was sick in his tent. Jacob
Alspaugh expressed the conclusion instantly arrived at by every
one in the regiment:

"It's all you could expect of one of them kid-glove fellers, to
weaken when it came to serious business."

Harry's self-sufficiency had left so little room for anything
that did not directly concern his own comfort, that he could not
understand the deadly earnestness of the men he saw file out of
camp, or that there was any urgent call for him to join them in
their undertaking.

"Bob Bennett's always going where there's no need of it," he said
to a companion, as he saw the last of the regiment disappear into