Identifier: undermarchingord00hubbuoft (find matches)
Title: Under marching orders : a story of Mary Porter Gamewell
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Hubbard, Ethel Daniels
Subjects: Gamewell, Mary Porter, 1848-1906
Publisher: New York : Young people's missionary movement of the United States and Canada
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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. The good times continuedjust the same, for the house was large androomy, and the family large-hearted and hos-pitable. The house faced directly upon anopen common, and not far away was theCourt-house Square. Tall trees marked theirshadows upon the green grass of the com-mon opposite. There was life and stir in thestreets of the town, and on the great riversturdy steamboats towed the heavy barges,which carried flour, grain, and other freight.As to a magnet were drawn to this town onthe Mississippi grain from the fields, oresfrom the mines, and timber from the forests,while from it manufactured products ofmany kinds were sent to all parts of thenation. Across the broad river to its eastern shore,the Chicago and Eock Island Railroad hadbuilt a huge drawbridge, the first bridgeacross the Mississippi. By and by, as warbecame inevitable, Davenport, because it wasin the center of things north and south andeast and west, was chosen as a mustering-inplace for Iowa soldiers. North and east of
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Mary Pokteb ax Twelve Yeaks or Age A Girl in the Making 21 the town there sprang up as in a night thetents and barracks of Camp McClellan,Camp Eoberts, Camp Hendershott,and others. On Rock Island, where the gov-ernment arsenal now stands, were built thelarge wooden buildings in which at onetime twelve or fifteen thousand Confederatesoldiers were imprisoned. Exciting talesdrifted through the town, tales of how theprisoners plotted to escape, planning towalk across the river on the ice to the main-land and thus away to freedom, or perchanceback again to battle. So it came to pass that things happened inthe gray house in the square; things funny,sad, and eventful, and the heart of them allwas the same merry dreamer of a girl whofollowed fearlessly into the woods, the girlwho always followed fearlessly whereverthere was the call to go. Her hair wasstill curly and golden, though in the sunlightit had a tinge of red. Sometimes her eyespositively danced with mischief, and some-times they had

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