Every New England boy desires (or did desire a generation ago, before children were born sophisticated, with a large library, and with the word “culture” written on their brows) to live by hunting, fishing, and war.  The military instinct, which is the special mark of barbarism, is strong in him.  It arises not alone from his love of fighting, for the boy is naturally as cowardly as the savage, but from his fondness for display,—­the same that a corporal or a general feels in decking himself in tinsel and tawdry colors and strutting about in view of the female sex.  Half the pleasure in going out to murder another man with a gun would be wanting if one did not wear feathers and gold-lace and stripes on his pantaloons.  The law also takes this view of it, and will not permit men to shoot each other in plain clothes.  And the world also makes some curious distinctions in the art of killing.  To kill people with arrows is barbarous; to kill them with smooth-bores and flintlock muskets is semi-civilized; to kill them with breech-loading rifles is civilized.  That nation is the most civilized which has the appliances to kill the most of another nation in the shortest time.  This is the result of six thousand years of constant civilization.  By and by, when the nations cease to be boys, perhaps they will not want to kill each other at all.  Some people think the world is very old; but here is an evidence that it is very young, and, in fact, has scarcely yet begun to be a world.  When the volcanoes have done spouting, and the earthquakes are quaked out, and you can tell what land is going to be solid and keep its level twenty-four hours, and the swamps are filled up, and the deltas of the great rivers, like the Mississippi and the Nile, become terra firma, and men stop killing their fellows in order to get their land and other property, then perhaps there will be a world that an angel would n’t weep over.  Now one half the world are employed in getting ready to kill the other half, some of them by marching about in uniform, and the others by hard work to earn money to pay taxes to buy uniforms and guns.

John was not naturally very cruel, and it was probably the love of display quite as much as of fighting that led him into a military life; for he, in common with all his comrades, had other traits of the savage.  One of them was the same passion for ornament that induces the African to wear anklets and bracelets of hide and of metal, and to decorate himself with tufts of hair, and to tattoo his body.  In John’s day there was a rage at school among the boys for wearing bracelets woven of the hair of the little girls.  Some of them were wonderful specimens of braiding and twist.  These were not captured in war, but were sentimental tokens of friendship given by the young maidens themselves.  John’s own hair was kept so short (as became a warrior) that you couldn’t have made a bracelet out of it, or anything except a paintbrush; but the little girls were not under