Dick Prescotts Third Year at West Point

H. Irving Hancock
Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point

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Title: Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point Standing Firm for Flag and Honor
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: July 3, 2004 [EBook #12806]
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DICK PRESCOTT'S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT or Standing Firm for Flag and Honor
By H. Irving Hancock

I. On Furlough in the Old Home Town II. Brass Meets Gold III. Dick & Co. Again IV. What About Mr. Cameron? V. Along a "Dangerous" Road VI. The Surprise the Lawyer Had in Store VII. Prescott Lays a Powder Trail VIII. A Father's Just Wrath Strikes IX. Back to the Good, Gray Life X. The Scheme of the Turnback XI. Brayton Makes a Big Appeal XII. In the Battle Against Lehigh XIII. When the Cheers Broke Loose XIV. For Auld Lang Syne XV. Heroes and a Sneak XVI. Roll-Call Gives the Alarm XVII. Mr. Cadet Slowpoke XVIII. The Enemies Have an Understanding XIX. The Traitor of the Riding Hall XX. In Cadet Hospital XXI. The Man Moving in a Dark Room XXII. The Row in the Riding Detachment XXIII. The Degree of "Coventry" XXIV. Conclusion

"My son, Richard. He is home on his furlough from the Military Academy at West Point."
Words would fail in describing motherly pride with which Mrs. Prescott introduced her son to Mrs. Davidson, wife of the new pastor.
"I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Prescott," said Mrs. Davidson, looking up, for up she had to glance in order to see the face of this tall, distinguished-looking cadet.
Dick Prescott's return bow was made with the utmost grace, yet without affectation. His natty straw hat he held in his right hand, close to his breast.
Mrs. Davidson was a sensible and motherly woman, who wished to give this young man the pleasantest greeting, but she was plainly at a loss to know what to say. Like many excellent and ordinarily well-informed American people, she had not the haziest notions of West Point.
"You are learning to be a soldier, of course?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Davidson," replied Dick gravely. Neither in his face nor in his tone was there any hint of the weariness with which he had so often, of late, heard this aimless question repeated.
"And when you are through with your course there," pursued Mrs. Davidson, "do you enlist in the Army? Or may you, if you prefer, become a sailor in our--er--Navy?"
"Oh, I fear, Mrs. Davidson, that you don't understand," smiled Mrs. Prescott proudly. My son is now going through a very rigorous four years' course at the Military Academy. It is a course that is superior, in most respects to a college training, but that it is devoted to turning out commissioned officers for the Army. When Richard graduates, in two years more, he will be commissioned by the President as a second lieutenant in the Army."
"Oh, I understood you to say that you were training to become a soldier, Mr. Prescott," cried Mrs. Davidson in some confusion. "I did not understand that you would become an officer."
"An officer who is not also a good soldier is a most unfortunate and useless fellow under the colors," laughed Dick lightly.
"But it is so much more honorable to be an officer than to be a mere soldier!" cried the pastor's wife.
"We do not think so in the army, Mrs. Davidson," Dick answered more responsibility, to be sure, but we feel that the honor falls alike on men of all grades of position who are privileged to wear their country's uniform."
"But don't the officers look down on the common soldiers?" asked Mrs. Davidson curiously.
"If an officer does, then surely he has chosen the wrong career in life, madam," the cadet replied seriously. "We are not taught at West Point that an officer should 'look down' upon an enlisted man. There is a gulf of discipline, but none of manhood, between the enlisted man and his officer. And it frequently happens that the officer who is a graduate from West Point is called upon to welcome, as a brother officer, a man who has just been promoted from the ranks."
Mrs. Davidson looked puzzled, as, indeed, she was. But she suddenly remembered something that made her feel more at ease.
"Why, I saw an officer and some soldiers on a train, the other day," she cried. "The officer had at least eight or ten
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