The young scout : the story of a West Point lieutenant

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Chapter I. The Young Champion

One warm summer afternoon, a half dozen boys on their way home from the Burkville School, stopped to rest under the trees, which afforded a grateful shade at the side of the dusty highway.

Ho matter how tired such a lot of youngsters may be, they are sure to be brimming over with mischief, and on the alert for boisterous amusement. To picture them seated quiet, thoughtful and well behaved is to picture what was never seen. Ho such an occurrence is on record or within the memory of the oldest inhabitant.”

Among the group who reclined on the grass was little Almon Goodwin, a cripple with a withered leg, which compelled him to use a crutch in walk¬ ing and debarred him from the more active sports of his playfellows. His sunny disposition, genial nature and scholarly ability made him a fa\orite with the rest, who were always glad to favor him and to accept playful annoyances at his hands

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which would have been quickly resented on the part of the other lusty youths.

The largest boy of the group was Buck Kennon, a new pupil, whose folks had lately removed to the neighborhood. He was two years older than the eldest of the party, and in growth and appearance seemed tc be fully sixteen years of age. He was a rough, coarse, overbearing lad, who was feared and disliked by the rest. Three of the boys, who resisted his tyrannous conduct, had been beaten into submission, and every one felt that a most disagree¬ able and unwelcome member had joined the school. They would have been glad to be rid of him, but there he was and likely to stay with all his detested qualities.

The party had been lolling on the grass in the shade for some minutes, when Buck snatched off the hat of the crippled boy and dashed off with it. Almon hobbled after him, but of course could not overtake his persecutor.

“That isn’t fair; let me have my hat,” called Almon, halting in his pursuit ; “ why don’t you take some one else’s hat ?”

The bully, seeing he was not pursued, now picked up a stone, flung the hat aloft, and, as it turned to descend, let fly with the stone, which was aimed so well that it passed through the crown, leaving a jagged hole. The owner crooked his arm and raised it to his face. His parents were poor and he could not help crying over the damage done to his property.

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“ Oh, what a baby !” called Buck, making ready to fling the hat up again for another shot ; “ I ’spose your mother will give you a whipping for not taking care of that purty head piece.”

Before the hat could leave the hand of the bully, a bojr dashed forward, snatched it from his grasp, and returned it to the sobbing owner.

“Buck Kennon, you are a mean coward! Why don’t you let him alone and take our hats ?”

The boy who had the courage to do this was James Decker, two years younger than the bully and of much slighter frame. He was the best scholar in school and liked by playmates and teacher. Having handed the property of the cripple to hirft, he turned about and confronted the big lad, who stood a moment amazed at his daring. The face of Buck was crimson with anger and all saw that trouble was impending.

“ What business is it of yours ?” he demanded ; “ I’ll do as I please without asking you about it. I’ll teach you better than to interfere.”

He made a snatch at the young champion’s hat, but James dodged and in a twinkling snatched off that of his assailant. James was much more active than his bulky pursuer, and, dashing a few rods, suddenly stopped, flung the handsome hat in air, and then with the accuracy of a rifle-shot hurled a stone clean through it.

“ There !” he said, “ see how you like it yourself.”

The other boys laughed in their delight, and the bully boiled with rage. He never had had the

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tables turned so completely upon him. It was exasperating beyond endurance. Like a mad bull, he rushed upon young Decker, his fists clenched and his eyes glaring. He meant to teach the audacious youngster a lesson that he would remember all his life.

James was through running away from his enemy. He might have dodged and eluded him, or sped down the highway and escaped him altogether, but the bully would take his revenge upon the cripple, for it was just like him. Besides, a fight for the supremacy, must come sooner or later, and it might as well come now.

So Decker braced himself for the shock, and, when the big fellow was upon him, he struck him twice quickly and with all his strength, directly in. the face. The shock, made the greater by the momentum of his own body, sent Buck staggering backward and almost upon his back. The blow was a fierce one for a boy, and big as was the bully he could not help howling with pain. He stopped, put his hands to his face as if to assure himself that it was still on his shoulders, while Decker, cool and collected, with one foot thrust forward, his fists ready, his face pale and his eyes flashing, awaited the next onset.

“ You are a coward !” he called ; “ if there was a boy here of your size, you would run like a rabbit, but I’m not afraid of you.”

The fury of the bully was greater, if possible, than before, but he had been taught a lesson. He

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now approached more warily, but with the resolve that he would hammer this audacious champion till he couldn’t stand.

“ Decker, do you want me to help you?” called Almon Goodwin, hobbling a few steps forward; “ I can give him one whack with my crutch.”

“ ]STo ; keep out of the way and don’t bother me,” replied James, never once removing his eyes from his assailant ; “ I’m not afraid of him.”

Eyes glaring, nostrils snorting, Buck Kennon began slowly circling around the lad, looking for a chance to leap upon him unawares ; but J ames was alert. He turned so as to confront him all the time, and did not intend to be surprised.

Suddenly the bully lunged forward. James met him as before, but in one sense Buck was braced against the reception which awaited him. He knew he would be struck and the blows that landed in his face were as severe as before, but they did not check him. He plowed ahead, and while Decker was trying to fight him off the latter retaliated several times and then clinched with him.

Buck was stronger than his more youthful antag¬ onist, and despite the strenuous exertion of Decker, he went down on his back, with the bully on top. In a flash Decker turned him, and over and over they went, fighting like a couple of wild cats.

The probabilities are that, despite the courage and quickness of James Decker, he would have come out second best in the furious struggle. Could he have been able to hold his feet and pre-

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vent his foe from closing in, he would have defeated him, but when it became a contest of brute strength he must succumb.

Fortunately at this crisis, a newcomer appeared on the scene and proceeded straightway to take a decisive part in it. The individual was a portly, middle-aged gentleman, Mr. Elgin Willard, the most prominent citizen in the neighborhood. He had lately been elected to congress, and was taking a stroll, when he came upon the group of boys, all of whom were so interested in the fight that they did not notice him, until he made known his presence in what literally was a striking manner.

Mr. Willard always carried his gold-headed cane with him.. It was a present from his admiring con¬ stituents and he was very proud of it. It pleased them, and it pleased him, to take it with him to church, to his office and wherever he went.

He arrived at the moment that Buck Kennon by sheer strength had twisted James Decker off his breast and swung himself over upon him. Decker held his assailant as close down as he could, so as to prevent his doing too much execution, but Buck was savage and was forcing matters. He was one of those boys who grow so fast that their cloth¬ ing is always too tight for them, so he was peculiarly exposed to the new attack that was now made in hurricane fashion.

“ Bless me ! this is shameful !” exclaimed Mr. Willard striding forward ; “ two boys fighting, and one of them twice as big as the other ! He will

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beat the life out of the little fellow ! It was provi¬ dential that I arrived when I did ! There !”

The uplifted cane whizzed through the air and came down with a whack like the report of a fire cracker. It landed where it was intended, and Buck Kennon, with a yell of pain, leaped to his feet, vigorously rubbing the wounded portion of his body, caught up his hat and still insisting in a loud voice that he had been killed, disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust.

Now that he was out of the way, the Honorable Mr. Willard turned upon young Decker, who was climbing to his feet and brushing his clothes.

“ Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, young man ? What do you mean by fighting that boy ?”

« I was trying to prevent his licking me,” replied James so demurely that the gentleman smiled in spite of himself.

« You ought to know better than to attack a boy of that size.”

I guess he’ll know better than to attack me next time ; I’m not afraid of him.

“Did he begin this fight?”

“ Yes, sir.”

« The coward ! if 1 had known that I would have caned him harder than ever,” exclaimed the con¬ gressman, turning and looking at the yelling young¬ ster, who was far down the highway, as if he medi¬ tated starting after him ; “ why did he attack you ?”

“ Please, Mr. Willard, I’ll tell you.”

It was Almon Goodwin who came limping

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forward. Everybody know tho cripple, and Mr. Willard said kindly :

« Why, Almon, I didn’t see you before ; are you mixed up in this shameful business ?”

« The only shameful part of it is what that big boy did. He took off my hat and threw a stone through it. Look what a hole he made, and it’s the only hat I have ; I cried and asked him to give it back, but he laughed at me and was going to throw another stone through it, when Decker there called him a coward, served his hat the same way, and then Buck Kennon went for him. My ! didn’t Jim let him have it ! He must have loosened all his teeth and made his nose flatter than it ever was before. If he hadn’t got down, he would have given him the worst licking he ever had.”

Mr. Willard turned toward young Decker, who had replaced his hat, brushed his soiled garments, and was so well over his rough usage that he smiled at the words of little Almon Goodwin.

“ Young man, is that so?” demanded the gentle¬ man in a stern voice. “ Did that bully attack you because you were defending Almon from his per¬ secution ?”

“Yes, sir,” modestly replied Decker.

“Young man, come here, sir,” thundered the con¬ gressman.

James stepped forward, wondering whether he, too, was to feel the weight of that black, shining cane.

“Give me your hand, sir; I’m proud of you, sir.”

the young champion.

And warmly clasping the hand of James, the happy Mr. Willard shook it with fervor, while the other boys looked on and felt that it was deserved.

“ What is your name?” asked Mr. Willard, re¬ leasing the hand and looking down into the hand¬ some face of the boy.

“ Decker.”

“ The son of Herbert Decker ?”

“Yes, sir.”

“ Well, now, I must shake your hand again ; your father is one of my best and oldest friends ; he did more than any other one man to bring about my election to congress; I suspect it was he who started the cane presentation business to me. Is he

proud of you, James ?” .

The boy laughed outright at the overwhelming

manner of the portly congressman.

« I don’t think he is ; at least I never heard him say so ; when he believes I need a switching, he

doesn’t forget to give it to me.”

“He does, eh ? Well, I shall see him about that

at once. It’ must be stopped ; I won’t allow it ; I don’t believe such a manly fellow as you ever deserves it. How old are you \

« Thirteen years.” .

“ Thirteen years,” repeated Mr. Willard musingly, and then with great impressiveness he added :

« Young man, I’ve got an idea regarding you— an idea ; yes, sir, and it shall be carried out— yes, sir, it shall be carried out — yes, sir.”

Chapter II. A Well Earned Reward

Buck Kennon smarted so much under the castiga¬ tion of Mr. Willard that he had hardly stopped his outcries when he reached home. In answer to the demands of his startled father, he stated that a big man, with a cane as large as a telegraph pole, had tried to kill him and came pretty nigh succeeding.

Mr. Kennon was naturally stirred by the news and set out to investigate. He was a sensible man, but could not be expected to submit tamely to such an outrage upon his offspring. He learned, after due inquiry, that the offending gentleman wTas Mr. Willard, the newly elected congressman. Seeking him out, he received the facts from that person, who expressed the regret that opportunity was denied him for making his punishment more complete. Mr. Kennon, as I have said, was a sensible man and told Mr. Willard that he had served his boy right. In fact, he was so well pleased that he promised to vote for him if he should run a second time for congress. Then Mr. Ivennon strode homeward, and, as he expressed it, made his hopeful “ dance,” for his cowardly behavior.

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The occurrence became so generally known that it reached the ears of Mr. Bryton, the teacher, who instituted a committee of inquiry of his own, with the result that Buck was call upon to answer again for his flagrant breach of discipline, so that it may be said, the mean behavior of the bully received its .all meed of punishment. The teacher talked severely to James Decker, but felt obliged to add that, after all, he could not blame him for his chivalrous course.

“ It is always manly to defend the helpless, but I don’t like fighting ; it is brutalizing and I’m afraid if you keep on, James, you will end in being a full back on some football club. Then all hope will be lost.”

Some nights after the exciting incident, Mr. Wil¬ lard called upon his old friend, Mr. Decker. As the gentlemen sat by themselves, smoking their cigars and discussing public questions, the caller suddenly remarked :

“Decker, do you know you have got a mighty bright boy ?”

“Yes; James is a good lad.”

“ He’s as full of pluck as an egg is of meat. You heard about his fight with that big bully who tried to impose upon the Goodwin cripple boy ?”

« Yes, James told me about it ; I was glad you arrived when you did ; for you not only gave the scamp a good castigation, but saved J ames from being badly beaten.”

“ I don’t know about that ; I think the bully suf-

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fered the most, even though he was on top when I appeared on the scene. There’s another fact which gives me pleasure.”

“ What is that ?”

“Mr. Bryton, the teacher, tells me that }rour son is his brightest pupil.”

“ Since he has told me and his mother the same thing, there must be some truth in the statement. It is a source of gratitude to me that J ames does so well.”

“ What are you going to do with him ?”

“ I have hardly given the matter thought. He is only thirteen years old, and there’s time enough to think of that. I presume he will be a lawyer or doctor or minister, though,” qualified the parent- “ I’m afraid that he may not take quietly to a call¬ ing of peace.”

“ There’s no reason why he should not. What I meant to say is this : if I am elected to serve a second term, I shall have the appointment of a cadet to West Point; James will be of the right age ; if you desire him to go there, 1 will make the promise now to appoint him.”

“ You are very kind, Mr. Willard ; I will talk over the matter with his mother and with James himself. If they all like it, I will be glad to avail myself of your kindness.”

“ Take my advice and accept ; I have already had a number of applications, though the appointment is nearly three years off. I have made no promises and, understand, that it is yours, if you wish it.”

Some days later the gentlemen met again.

“ Mr. Willard,” said his friend, “James is eager to go to West Point ; his mother held off at first, but has given her consent, and I favor the scheme very much. So I accept your promise with thanks.”

“We will consider it settled then. Keep the matter a secret until after the next election, for I shall make any number of enemies because of the disappointments.”

“ Mr. Willard, let me make a suggestion to you.”

“I shall be glad to hear it.”

“ As you say, you will receive many applications for this appointment, and if you fail to promise every one before your election comes around again, each man will be your opponent. It has become quite fashionable to select the candidates for the Military Academy by competitive examination. Do so in this case.”

“ But I wish your son to receive the honor and that may jeopardize his success.”

“If he cannot secure the appointment by a fair contest against all comers, I don’t wish him to get it. I have been told that less than one half of those admitted to West Point succeed in being graduated, and in many cases the vacancies are unfilled be¬ cause of the poor material sent by congressmen.”

“ That I know to be a fact, and you have named the right cause. A brilliant lad may prove to be physically weak, while one physically strong is mentally deficient. The government has reason to

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complain that so much time, labor and mone}r are wasted because of this state of things.”

“ It seems to me that the true means of meeting this objection is through competitive examinations. The advantage is not only that the government secures the best qualified young men, but you will escape a great deal of fault finding. You can let it be known that, when you have an appointment at your disposal, that you will decide it by a competi¬ tive test. That places all on the same level, and though some parents will be dissatisfied, you will receive much less blame. So you see, Mr. Willard, that it will be a wise procedure, whatever view you take of it.”

“ I am glad of your suggestion ; I think 1 shall follow it. The only objection I feel is that possibly your boy may be crowded aside by some one else.”

“ I shall not complaint if such proves the fact. He has several years in which to prepare himself', he possesses a fine physique ; he is anxious for the appointment, and, if all this is not sufficient to secure it, then it will be certain to go to some one who is better entitled to the same.”

The disastrous consequences of Buck Kennon’s collision with James Decker had a most salutary effect upon him. He was subdued and thoughtful, and ceased in a great measure his oppressive course toward his classmates.

It is probable that this would have been the fact, had not his father and teacher taken a hand in re¬ forming him. He could not forget that, though he

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was able to out wrestle the young champion, the latter really inflicted the most punishment, and what struck Buck as strange, young Decker did not show any fear of him. James was too manly to exult over him, but he gave Buck to understand that if he acted again as he had toward the crippled Almon, a second fight was certain. On the whole, Buck decided that it was wise not to invite another bout at arms.

Mr. Willard followed the suggestion of his friend, Herbert Decker. lie announced, shortly after his second election to Congress, that the West Point vacancy in his district would be filled by competi¬ tive examination, on a certain date which was named, so that no possible misunderstanding could follow.

In accordance with the custom, recommended by the authorities, this date was so arranged that the appointment would occur one year before the time of the application of the candidate at West Point. Young Decker, by a little figuring, discovered that, if he should be the successful contestant, he would attain the required age just one week before taking his eventful journey up the Hudson, to learn whether Uncle Sam would pronounce him qualified to become one of his future generals and leaders of his armies.

And now let us pass over the intervening years to the day fixed for the test of scholarship and ability. Mr. Bryton had been selected by Congress¬ man Willard to pass upon the merits of the thirty

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odd candidates who presented themselves on the

decisive day. The honorable gentleman himself

was present, and expressed his pleasure as he looked

into the faces of the boys, who were mostly alert

and fullv alive to the task before them.

To his eye James Decker was the brightest and must promising of all. Looking down from the plat¬ form, he caught his eye and smiled encouragingly. James * was tall, handsome, and manly. His frame had expanded and hardened a good deal in the in¬ tervening years, for he was one of those boys who possessed a healthy mind in a healthy body.

He was the captain of the leading baseball club and its best player. He had become that which his teacher dreaded, full back on a football eleven, but he never indulged in “ slugging,” or received any serious injury. He was a good runner and swimmer, and, when Buck 3£ennon looked at him, he thought that he would as soon tackle a full-grown grizzly bear as engage him in a test of physical ability. Conditions had greatly changed in the few years since that first collision of the lads.

“ Of course,” remarked Mr. Willard to Teacher Bryton, “ I wish this to be a competitive examina¬ tion and, therefore, to be perfectly impartial, but — that is — I am very hopeful that — or — James may be successful.”

“ He has every chance in his favor,” replied the examiner, with a quiet smile at the earnestness of the gentleman.

“ He has maintained the high standard he showed when I first made his acquaintance ?”

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“ Fully so ; there is no boy in the school that is his equal.”

“ I would have no anxiety if it was confined to this school, but you know it takes in my whole con¬ gressional district. More than half these boys are from outside Burkville, and there’s no saying what will be the result; there may be one or two prodi¬ gies among them.”

“ That is possible, though I think, if your district had any prodigies, I would have heard of them; I am not afraid,” said the teacher, with a glow of pride, “ to pit my school against any similar institu¬ tion in city or country.”

“ You are warranted in saying that ; you deserve credit for the hue reputation you have given it.”

At this point Mr. Bryton announced that the hour devoted to the subject of history had expired, and he would collect the papers. He passed round the room and took the documents in turn from the young men, whom he told that the next hour would be devoted to grammar.

The questions on the subject of grammar had been written on the blackboard, but were hidden from sight until now. Drawing aside the large map which had concealed them, the teacher directed the boys to go to work. From his elevation on the platform, he could detect any attempt on the part of one to help another, and this was his principal occupation, except when talking with his friend at his elbow.

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“ Suppose you take a look through the papers,

suggested Mr. Willard. ^

“ Would you like to examine several of them ? ’ asked Mr. Bryton, but the congressman spoiled the compliment by exclaiming :

« Gracious ! I couldn’t tell whether half the an¬ swers are right. What little I ever knew about history was forgotten long ago, and, as for grammar,

1 doubt whether I can tell a conjunction from a noun.”

“ You do yourself injustice,” laughed the teacher, who selected James Decker’s papers from the col¬ lection. His experienced eye ran rapidly down the pages, making little jots in the way of memoranda, until he reached the end.

“ How has he made out ?” anxiously asked Mr. Willard.

« His papers are perfect ; I have marked him one hundred.”

“ Good ! none can beat that.”

“Some, however, may equal it. Let me look through these, which are very neatly prepared.

Sure enough, those papers also were perfect as were the third. Mr. Willard began to feel uneasy.

“ The questions are comparatively easy ; the real test will be in mathematics, which is the favorite branch at West Boint. That is the last subject and will occupy two hours this afternoon.”

It proved to be as the examiner had stated. Although six candidates held their own in all other studies, yet in the severest test of all, mathematics,

James Pecker drew away from them and. came out ahead of every one else.

It will be understood with what pleasure Mr. Willard sent in the name of Decker to the secre¬ tary of war, as his nominee for the vacant West Point cadetship.

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