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Название: Ramsey Milholland

Автор: Booth Tarkington

Издательство: Bookwire

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       Booth Tarkington

      Ramsey Milholland

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4064066210526

       Chapter I

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV

       Chapter V

       Chapter VI

       Chapter VII

       Chapter VIII

       Chapter IX

       Chapter X

       Chapter XI

       Chapter XII

       Chapter XIII

       Chapter XIV

       Chapter XV

       Chapter XVI

       Chapter XVII

       Chapter XVIII

       Chapter XIX

       Chapter XX

       Chapter XXI

       Table of Contents

      When Johnnie comes marching home again,

       Hurrah! Hurrah!

       We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

       Hurrah! Hurrah!

       The men with the cheers, the boys with shouts,

       The ladies they will all turn out,

       And we'll all feel gay, when Johnnie comes marching home again!

      The old man and the little boy, his grandson, sat together in the shade of the big walnut tree in the front yard, watching the “Decoration Day Parade,” as it passed up the long street; and when the last of the veterans was out of sight the grandfather murmured the words of the tune that came drifting back from the now distant band at the head of the procession.

      “Yes, we'll all feel gay when Johnnie comes marching home again,” he finished, with a musing chuckle.

      “Did you, Grandpa?” the boy asked.

      “Did I what?”

      “Did you all feel gay when the army got home?”

      “It didn't get home all at once, precisely,” the grandfather explained. “When the war was over I suppose we felt relieved, more than anything else.”

      “You didn't feel so gay when the war was, though, I guess!” the boy ventured.

      “I guess we didn't.”

      “Were you scared, Grandpa? Were you ever scared the Rebels would win?”

      “No. We weren't ever afraid of that.”

      “Not any at all?”

      “No. Not any at all.”

      “Well, weren't you ever scared yourself, Grandpa? I mean when you were in a battle.”

      “Oh, yes; then I was.” The old man laughed. “Scared plenty!”

      “I don't see why,” the boy said promptly. “I wouldn't be scared in a battle.”

      “Wouldn't you?”

      “'Course not! Grandpa, why don't you march in the Decoration Day Parade? Wouldn't they let you?”

      “I'm not able to march any more. Too short of breath and too shaky in the legs and too blind.”

      “I wouldn't care,” said the boy. “I'd be in the parade anyway, if I was you. They had some sittin' in carriages, 'way at the tail end; but I wouldn't like that. If I'd been in your place, Grandpa, and they'd let me be in that parade, I'd been right up by the band. Look, Grandpa! Watch me, Grandpa! This is the way I'd be, Grandpa.”

      He rose from the garden bench where they sat, and gave a complex imitation of what had most appealed to him as the grandeurs of the procession, his prancing legs simulating those of the horse of the grand marshal, while his upper parts rendered the drums and bugles of the band, as well as the officers and privates of the militia company which had been a feature of the parade. The only thing he left out was the detachment of veterans.

      “Putty-boom! Putty-boom! Putty-boom-boom-boom!” he vociferated, as the drums—and then as the bugles: “Ta, ta, ra, tara!” He addressed his restive legs: “Whoa, there, you Whitey! Gee! Haw! Git up!” Then, waving an imaginary sword: “Col-lumn right! Farwud March! Halt! СКАЧАТЬ