The odious partisanship and ready calumny of her own compatriots gave a strange bent to her mind in dealing with another problem.  Vincent, too, had suffered from the wretched battle of his family’s enemies.  After all, might he not be right?  Might the war not be a mere game of havoc played by the base and unscrupulous?  Country, right or wrong, had been her family watchword since her ancestor flew to fight the British invaders.  It was Jack’s watchword, too, and his conduct in battle should put these wretches to shame.  She thought more kindly of the rebel in this vengeful mood, and straightway ran up-stairs, where, sitting by the open window and lulled by the piping of the robins, she took the letter from its pretty covert, read it again with heightened color, and, smiling rosily at the face she saw in the mirror, raised it to her lips and sighed softly.

When a whole people have but one thought in mind that thought becomes mania.  Acredale had but this one thought, “Beat rebellion and punish rebels.”  “On to Richmond!” was the cry, and forming ranks to go there the business that everybody took in hand.  These had been great days to Jack.  He began to feel something of the burden that a feudal chief must have borne at the summoning of the clans.  So soon as it spread in the country-side that “young Sprague had ’listed,” all the “ageable” sons of the soil were fired with a burning zeal to take up arms and bear him company.  Boys from sixteen to twenty these were for the most part, and there was bitter grumbling when Jack firmly refused to take the names of any under twenty.  Some he solaced with a gun, a pistol, or such object as he knew was dear to the country boy’s heart.  They returned to the relieved hearthstone loud in Jack’s praise, having his promise to enlist them when they were twenty, if the war lasted so long; and if the wise smiled at this, wasn’t it well known that the great army now gathering was to set out at latest by the 4th of July?  And didn’t everybody know that it was going to march direct to Richmond?  There were trying scenes too, in the role Jack had assumed so gayly.  He began to see that war had ministers of pain and sorrow hardly less cruel than those dealing death and wounds.  Tearful parents came to him day by day to beg his help in restoring sons who had fled to the wars.  Others came to warn him that if their boys applied to him he must refuse them, as they were under age.

In this list the Perley sisters, Dick’s three maiden aunts, came on a respectful embassy to implore Jack to discourage their nephew, who had quite deserted school and gave all his time to drilling with the “college squad.”  Jack pledged himself that he would hand Dick over to the justice of the peace, to be detained at the house of refuge, if he didn’t give up his evil designs.  But, when that young aspirant appeared, so soon as his aunts had gone, and reminded Jack of years of intimate companionship in dare-deviltry, the elder saw that his own safety would be in flight, and that night, his company was removed to Warchester.  There in the great camp, surrounded by sentinels, his Acredale cronies were shut out, and Jack began in earnest his soldier life.