Frank's Campaign; Or, The Farm and the Camp

er-time, "I've been speaking to Mr. Ma

Frank, dropping his knife

at, being too old to go himself, he should be glad to do anything in

young for such an undertaking?

ght get along. For the first, he can depend upon Mr. Maynard and myself; as for the

in this town?

. Maynard says he is honest, industrious, and used to

o go!" exclaimed Frank a

ive from this man Carter. I shall feel if he a

you!" said his wife

r all of us. But when my country has need of me, you will feel that I canno

epeated Frank, in

harge of the farm in my absence,

of responsibility. Frank, though very modest, felt within himself unused powers and undeveloped capacities, which he knew must be called out by the

have some doubts. As you are all equally interested with myself, I t

her listened with

such as may volunteer toward filling the quota. You may remember, also, that although the town

posed it, I think

matter from interested motives. He sa

is home and incurring the terrible risks of w

is, however, I shall feel some delicacy in availing myself of a bounty which I was instrumental in persuading the town to vote. Though I feel that I should be perfec

e it," said Mrs

ay, too, father,

any boy of his age, I do not expect him to make the farm as profitable as I should do, partly on account of my experience being greater, and partly because I

s circulated, however unjustly, to your prejudice? Besides, I shall know that the comforts at the c

your mother, Fran

as secretly determined, in spite of what his father had said, to see if he cou

"I will accept your decision as final. I felt that it should be you, and not m

ist at once, fath

to give you some special instructions bef

ter leave sch

y as well begin my instructions without dela

, s

rable that you should know how, in case he gets sick. You ma

in earnest. He accompanied his father to the barn, and looked wi

d-white heifer. "She is better-natured than the others, and, as I dare say y

iculties. When he had seen his father milking, it seemed to him extremely easy. The milk poured out in rich streams,

said he at last, lookin

ply drew out a

u," said Frank, mysti

d his father, "and you pressed at

air proficient, so that his father even allowed him to try Vixen, a cow who had received this name from the uncertainty of her temper. She had more than once upset

his readings in it to the selected story on the fourth page. Now, with an object in view, he read carefully other parts of the paper.

ings of pride, one night, when our hero had retired to bed. "I would tru