volume.

"You don't say so!" exclaimed Mrs. Somers, as she closed the Bible, and
removed her spectacles.

"Yes, mother. The infernal rebels hammered away at the fort for two days,
and at last we had to give in."

"There'll be terrible times afore long," replied the old lady, shaking her
head with prophetic earnestness.

"The President has called for seventy-five thousand volunteers, and I tell
you there'll be music before long!" continued the youth, so excited that
he paced the room with rapid strides.

"What's the matter, Thomas?" asked a feeble old gentleman, entering the
room at this moment.

"Fort Sumter has surrendered, gran'ther," repeated Thomas, at the top of
his lungs, for the aged man was quite deaf; "and the President has called
for seventy-five thousand men to go down and fight the traitors."

"Sho!" exclaimed the old man, halting, and gazing with earnestness into
the face of the boy.

"It's a fact, gran'ther."

"Well, I'm too old to go," muttered gran'ther Greene; "but I wa'n't
older'n you are when I shouldered my firelock in 1812. I'm too old and
stiff to go now."

"How old were you, gran'ther, when you went to the war?" asked Thomas,
with more moderation than he had exhibited before.

"Only sixteen, Thomas; but I was as tall as I am now," replied the
patriarch, dropping slowly and cautiously into the old-fashioned high-back
chair, by the side of the cooking stove.

"Well, I'm sixteen, and I mean to go."

"You, Thomas! You are crazy! You shan't do any thing of the kind,"
interposed Mrs. Somers. "There's men enough to go to the war, without such
boys as you are."

"You ain't quite stout enough to make a soldier, Thomas. You ain't so big
as I was, when I went off to York state," added gran'ther Greene.

"I should like to go any how," said Thomas, as he seated himself in a
corner of the room, and began to think thoughts big enough for a
full-grown man.

"Fort Sumter has surrendered," shouted John Somers, rushing into the house
as much excited as his brother had been.

"We've heard all about it, John," replied his mother.

"The President has called for seventy-five thousand men, and in my opinion
the rebels will get an awful licking before they are a fortnight older. I
should like to go and help do it."

The exciting news was discussed among the members of the Somers family, as
it was in thousands of other families, on that eventful Sunday. Thomas and
John could think of nothing, spea