Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/331

TO THE FRONT looked like the sun, moon and stars, all mixed together. And, you know, Jonathan was captain! How handsome he looked! He wore yeller leggins, red baggy britches, a little blue jacket with the gold all over it, a red cap with a long white tassel, and a red flannel shirt all embroidered. He carried his sword in a big white sash around his waist.

Most of the uniforms was made by the zouaves' sweethearts and had everything but ruffles on 'em. But we hadn't had the courage to ask Evelyn to make ours—she was busy enough with her own clothes.

Well, we all stood up in two ranks, that way—straight as a tape line! Jon was out in front, with me and Kratz and three or four lieutenants, and so on. The privates was mighty lonely, sometimes, amongst all us officers, I expect. They were a good deal scared that they might call some one sergeant who was lieutenant and get court-martialed and shot. But they were careful and it never occurred.

Yes, it looked like war that morning! At 315