Bolum and her Isaac, feebly waving the hands that had so often helped
him in time of boyish trouble; to Nanny Pulsifer and Tip; to all the
worthies of the store.
Tim was off to war. He was going to take part in a greater battle than
I had ever seen, for I had been one of thousands who had marched
together on a common enemy. He was going forth as did Launcelot and
Galahad, alone, to meet his enemies at every turn, to be sore pressed,
and bruised and wounded; not to be as I was, a part of a machine, but
to be the machine and the god in it, too. How I envied him! He was
going forth to encounter many strange adventures, and while he was in
the press, laying about him in all the glory of his strength, fighting
his way against a mob, to fame and fortune, I should be dozing life
away with Captain.
"Did it feel that way when you left?" said Tim. He spoke for the first
time when we passed the tannery lane, and his voice was a wee bit husky.
"I suppose it's the same with everybody when they turn the bend," I
answered.
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