"
"What is the use of it?"
"To keep order, and make sure that nothing goes in or out that
has no business to do it."
"And they have to carry their guns," I said.
"Their muskets — yes."
"Are they very heavy?"
"No. Pretty heavy for an arm that is new to it. I never
remember I have mine."
"Mr. Caxton said," (Mr. Caxton was the cadet who had
introduced Mr. Thorold to me) — "Mr. Caxton told Mrs. Sandford
that the new cadets are sometimes so exhausted with their tour
of duty that they have to be carried off the ground."
Mr. Thorold looked at me, a very keen bright look of his hazel
eyes; but he said nothing.
"And he said, that the little white boxes at the corners of
the camp, were monuments to those who had fallen on duty."
"Just four of them!" — said Mr. Thorold, settling his cap down
over his brows; but then he laughed, and I laughed; how we
laughed!
"Don't you want to see the rest of it?" he said, jumping up. I
did not know there was anything more to see. Now, however, he
brought me up to the high angle of the parapet that had
intercepted my view to the north.
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