human
Oh, Mother, he cried,
gpt
I’ll have to go, dear. They are waiting for me. I —he hesitated, then said brokenly,—
human
I enlisted last night.
gpt
You have enlisted—already? Oh, Joe, Joe!
human
Lige enlisted, too, Mother, he forced himself to tell her,
gpt
Lige—Lige, too?
human
Yes, Mother, he asked me to tell you. You know how soft he is. He said he—he couldn’t.
gpt
Lige—Lige, too! she repeated in a stricken whisper.
human
Both my boys! My two eldest—my sons—my little boys! We came to this far country to save you this. We thought to keep you free from warfare and slaughter! And now it has come—even here! You—the descendants of old Quaker stock—you are going away to war!