Sword and pen - or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature (1890) (14762758385)

Identifier: swordpenorventura00owen (find matches)
Title: Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Owens, John Algernon
Subjects: Glazier, Willard, 1841-1905 Glazier, Willard W., 1841-1905 United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: Philadelphia : P.W. Ziegler and Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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Here is your certificate. â The school atSchodack Centre.âAt the Normal again. â The Ed-wards School.âThirty pupils at two dollars each.âThe sol-dier school-master.âTeaches at East Schodack.âThe runa-way ride.âGood-by mittens, robes and whip!âClose of schoolat East Schodack. ALTHOUGH a very boy in years, young Glazierfelt himself already stepping upon the bound-ary line of manhood and, luckily for his future welfare,comprehended the manifold dangers and mentallyrealized the responsibilities which attend that phase ofhuman existence. Upon the fifth of February, 1857, the dull routineof a teachers duty was varied by a visit made toEdwards by Willards uncle Joseph, and his sisters;and, after closing his school, the former went homewith his visitors, and thence to a Lyceum which hadbeen established in the Herrick School District, wherea debate was in progress as to the relative importance,in a humanitarian point of view, of the bondage of the(102) and) â¢1,1 ? Ill and
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GLIMPSES OF THE FUTURE. 103 African race in the Southern States, or the decadenceof the Indian tribes under the encroachments ofthe Whites. The question^ assumed that theAborigines were most worthy of sympathy; andyoung Glazier, being invited to participate in thediscussion, accepted, and spoke upon the negative sideof the question. He little dreamed upon that winters night, when,in the small arena of a village debating-club, he stoodup as the champion of the slave, that the day was notfar distant when he would ride rowel-deep in carnageupon battle-fields which wars sad havoc had madesickening, fighting for the same cause in whose behalfhe now so eloquently spoke. No prophetic vision of what fate held in store forhim appeared to the ardent boy, speaking for thosewho could not rise from the darkness of their bondageto speak for themselves. Xo glimpse of weary monthsdragged out in Confederate prisonsâof hair-breadthescapes from dangers dread and manifoldâof hidingin newly-dug graves