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America First   By: (1850-1921)

America First by Frances Nimmo Greene

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AMERICA FIRST

[Illustration: "I wouldn't go when you dared me to," said the tenderfoot, "but this is different." And he added in his heart: "This is for my country ." [ Page 23. ]]

AMERICA FIRST

BY FRANCES NIMMO GREENE

ILLUSTRATED BY T. DE THULSTRUP

CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS NEW YORK CHICAGO BOSTON

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

TO MY MOTHER'S NAMESAKE AND MY OWN VIRGINIA OWEN GREENE AND FRANCES NIMMO GREENE

CONTENTS

PAGE

CALLED TO THE COLORS 1

UNDER THE FLAG 53

AMERICA FIRST 89

ILLUSTRATIONS

"I wouldn't go when you dared me to," said the tenderfoot, "but this is different." And he added in his heart: "This is for my country " Frontispiece

FACING PAGE

A man was sitting over some sort of instrument 36

"You can't touch Rudolph!" she cried. "He's under the flag!" 86

"Riego YaƱez," he said, "I am proud to shake hands with an American hero!" 120

CALLED TO THE COLORS

This is the story of a "tenderfoot" of a pink cheeked, petted lad, and of his first service as a Boy Scout.

Danny Harding was what his mother's friends termed "wonderfully fortunate," but Danny himself took quite another view of his life's circumstances as he hurried home from school one afternoon, an hour before the regular time for dismissal.

The day was golden with sunshine, but the boy's spirit was dark. There was singing in the air and singing in the tree tops, but in the heart which pounded against his immaculate jacket were silent rage and despair.

The Whippoorwill Patrol had been called to the colors, and he the untried, the untested tenderfoot would have to remain at home in luxurious security, while the huskier, browner, less sheltered lads answered their country's call. It was beyond the power of a boy's heart to endure the mortification the wild despair of it! They would call him a slacker, a coward ! But, worse still, his country needed him, and he could not answer!

Danny brushed away the tears which threatened to blind him, and stumbled on.

The call had come through a telegram from the Scout Master to the boys while they were yet at school, and the teacher had promptly dismissed them to service. The Whippoorwills were to leave immediately upon an expedition to the mountains, but just what duty they were called to perform was not stated in the brief message. All they knew was that they were to leave at once for a certain distant mountain top, there pitch tents and await orders for serious service.

On receipt of the news the other boys had rushed off noisily with eager joy to don their khaki uniforms and make ready, but Danny had slipped down a by street a wounded, a hurt thing, trying to hide his anguish away from mortal sight. He would not be allowed to go he knew it for he was the only son of a widowed mother who loved him all too well. He was her all, her idol, and her days had been spent in pampering and shielding him.

Only a week before, the scouts had gone on a hike together and she had refused absolutely to allow Danny to accompany them the sun would be too hot, he might get poisoned with wild ivy, he would be sure to imbibe fever germs from the mountain spring!

No, thought the miserable boy, she would be doubly fearful, doubly unwilling, now that the Whippoorwills were to do serious scout duty on Death Head Mountain.

Danny's soul raged against his soft fate as he stumbled up the side steps of his handsome home and entered his mother's presence.

He did not fly to her arms as he was wont to do, but, instead, flung himself into the first convenient chair with a frown... Continue reading book >>




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