Home » A Plebe at West Point by Paul Bernard Malone
A Plebe at West Point Paul Bernard Malone

A Plebe at West Point

Paul Bernard Malone

Published September 12th 2013
ISBN : 9781230281766
Paperback
76 pages
Enter the sum

 About the Book 

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII ANMoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1910 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIII AN ACADEMIC FAILURE The bugle pealed out a long call that floated through camp, and each cadet jumped to his appointed tent-pole, or laid hold of the ropes which held the tent at its corners. A tap of the drum and these ropes dropped- the tent-flaps fell together, and as the next tap sounded, the white canvas homes which had sheltered the corps of cadets for the summer of 189-, came down together with a crash. Out with the tent-poles, Rory, quick, hang fast to the ridge-pole, Jacques, urged Douglas, as he sprang over the fallen tent, for there was a keen rivalry between the companies as to which could dismantle and fold up tentage according to regulations in the shortest time, and B Company was determined to win. Over with it, Rory, shouted Douglas, as he flung the heavy canvas across the floor, snapped out the flaps, and got his first fold perfectly and well in advance of every other plebe in the company- come on boys, work hard, weve got to win. Jacques was slow and clumsy as well as woefully unenthusiastic, but Douglas and Roderick made up for all his defects, and within a minute and a half after the last tap of the drum, they had their tentage folded and were standing in front of the tentfloor. Assemble! commanded Townsend, the first sergeant, when the last man had completed his work, and as the company rushed around him, he gave the signal for the corps yell. One hundred lusty throats roared out the call with an appropriate termination as token of the companys victory: -- Rah, rah, ray- rah, rah, ray- West Point, West Point, Arme6- ray, ray, ray- U. S. M. A., West Point, B Company, B Company, B Company! One by one the other companies followed and took up the yell, and then the whole battalion formed line upon...