oncernedly and
without flinching, and without apparently appreciating the seriousness of
the game.

There was a red-headed, freckled peasant boy, in dirty petticoats, who
guided Bass and myself to the trenches. He was one of the few peasants
who had not run away, and as he had driven sheep over every foot of the
hills, he was able to guide the soldiers through those places where they
were best protected from the bullets of the enemy. He did this all day,
and was always, whether coming or going, under a heavy fire; but he
enjoyed that fact, and he seemed to regard the battle only as a
delightful change in the quiet routine of his life, as one of our own
country boys at home would regard the coming of the spring circus or the
burning of a neighbor's barn. He ran dancing ahead of us, pointing to
where a ledge of rock offered a natural shelter, or showing us a steep
gully where the bullets could not fall. When they came very near him he
would jump high in the air, not because he was startled, but out of pure
animal joy in the excitement of it, and he would frown importantly and
shake his red curls at us, as though to say: "I told you to be careful.
Now, you see. Don't let that happen again." We met him many times
during the two days, escorting different companies of soldiers from one
point to another, as though they were visitors to his estate. When a
shell broke, he would pick up a piece and present it to the officer in
charge, as though it were a flower he had plucked from his own garden,
and which he wanted his guest to carry away with him as a souvenir of his
visit. Some one asked the boy if his father and mother knew where he
was, and he replied, with amusement, that they had run away and deserted
him, and that he had remained because he wished to see what a Turkish
army looked like. He was a much more plucky boy than the overrated
Casabianca, who may have stood on the burning deck whence all but him had
fled because he could not swim, and because it was with him a choice of
being either burned or drowned. This boy stuck to the burning deck when
it was possible for him at any time to have walked away and left it
burning. But he stayed on because he was amused, and because he was able
to help the soldiers from the city in safety across his native heath. He
was much the best part of the show, and one of the bravest Greeks on the
field. He will grow up to be something fine, no doubt, and his spirit
will rebel