ertainly had little cause to expect that I would add my signature。 Nevertheless I read the paper over and signed it without hesitation。 Their anxiety was raised to the highest possible pitch； and scarcely had I left the room ere they seized the paper as if they would devour it。 I heard some one who came in as I went out ask； 〃Did he sign it？〃
Another case of condescension on the part of an upper classman occurred in the early part of my third year at the Academy； and this time in the mess hall。 We were then seated at the tables by classes。 Each table had a commandant； who was a cadet captain； lieutenant or sergeant； and in a few instances a corporal。 At each table there was also a carver； who was generally a corporal； occasionally a sergeant or private。 The other seats were occupied by privates； and usually in this order： first…classmen had first and second seats； second…classmen second and third seats； third… classmen third and fourth seats； and fourth…classmen fourth and fifth seats； which were at the foot of the table。 I had a first seat； although a second…classman。 For some reason a first…classman； who had a first seat at another table； desired to change seats with me。 He accordingly sent a cadet for me。 I went over to his room。 I agreed to make the change； provided he himself obtained permission of the proper authorities。 It was distinctly understood that he was to take my seat； a first seat； and I was to take his seat； also a first seat。 He obtained permission of the superintendent of the mess hall； and also a written permit from the commandant。 The change was made； but lo and behold！ Instead of a first seat I got a third。 The agreement was thus violated by him； my superior （？）； and I was dissatisfied。 The whole affair was explained to the commandant； not； however； by myself； but by my consent； the permit revoked； and I gained my former first seat。 A tactical officer asked me； 〃Why did you exchange with him？ Has he ever done any thing for you？〃
I told him he had not； and that I did it merely to oblige him。 It was immaterial to me at what table I sat； provided I had a seat consistent with the dignity of my class。
The baseness of character displayed by the gentleman； the reflection on myself and class would have evoked a complaint from me had not a classmate anticipated me by doing so himself。
This gentleman （？） was practically 〃cut〃 by the whole corps。 He was spoken to； and that was about all that made his status in the corps better than mine。
Just after the semiannual examination following this adventure； another； more ridiculous still； occurred； of which I was the innocent cause。 The dismissal of a number of deficient plebes and others made necessary a rearrangement of seats。 The commandant saw fit to have it made according to class rank。 It changed completely the former arrangement； and gave me a third seat。 A classmate； who was senior to me； had the second seat。 He did not choose to take it； and for two or more weeks refused to do so。 I had the second seat during all this time； while he was fed in his quarters by his chum。 He had a set of miniature cooking utensils in his own room； and frequently cooked there； using the gas as a source of heat。 These were at last 〃hived；〃 and he was ordered to 〃 turn them in。 He went to dinner one day when I was absent on guard。 At supper he appeared again。 Some one asked him how it was he was there； glancing at the same time at me。 He laughedit was plainly forced and replied； 〃I forgot to fall out。〃
He came to his meals the next day； the next； and every succeeding day regularly。 Thus were his scruples overcome。 His refusing to go to his meals because he had to sit next to me was strongly disapproved by the corps for two reasons； viz。； that he ought to be man enough not to thrust on others what he himself disliked； and that as others for two years had had seats by me； he ought not to complain because it now fell to his lot to have one there too。
Just after my return； in September； 1875； from a furlough of two months； an incident occurred which； explained； will give some idea of the low； unprincipled manner in which some of the cadets have acted toward me。 It was at cavalry drill。 I was riding a horse that was by no means a favorite with us。 He happened to fall to my lot that day； and I rather liked him。 His greatest faults were a propensity for kicking and slight inequality in the length of his legs。 We were marching in a column of fours； and at a slow walk。 I turned my head for some purpose； and almost simultaneously my horse plunged headlong into the fours in front of me。 It was with difficulty that I retained my seat。 I supposed that when I turned my head I had accidentally spurred him； thus causing him to plunge forward。 I regained my proper place in ranks。
None of this was seen by the instructor； who was riding at the head of the column。 Shortly after this I noticed that those near me were laughing。 I turned my head to observe the cause and caught the trooper on my left in the act of spurring my horse。 I looked at him long and fiercely； while he desisted and hung his head。 Not long afterwards the same thing was repeated； and this time was seen by the instructor； who happened to wheel about as my horse rushed forward。 He immediately halted the column； and； approaching； asked me； 〃What is the matter with that horse； Mr。 F。？〃 To which I replied； 〃The trooper on my left persists in kicking and spurring him； so that I can do nothing with him。〃
He then caused another trooper in another set of fours to change places with me； and thereafter all went well。
Notwithstanding the secrecy of hazing； and the great care which those who practised it took to prevent being 〃hived；〃 they sometimes overreached themselves and were severely punished。 Cases have occurred where cadets have been dismissed for hazing； while others have been less severely punished。
Sometimes； also； the joke； if I may so call it； has been turned upon the perpetrators to their utter discomfort。 I will cite an instance。
Quite often in camp two robust plebes are selected and ordered to report at a specified tent just after the battalion returns from supper。 When they report each is provided with a pillow。 They take their places in the middle of the company street； and at a given signal commence pounding each other。 A crowd assembles from all parts of camp to witness the 〃pillow fight；〃 as it is called。 Sometimes； also； after fighting awhile； the combatants are permitted to rest； and another set continues the fight。
On one of these occasions； after fighting quite a while； a pillow bursted； and one of the antagonists was literally buried in feathers。 At this a shout of laughter arose and the fun was complete。 But alas for such pleasures！ An officer in his tent； disturbed by the noise； came out to find its cause。 He saw it at a glance； aided no doubt by vivid recollections of his own experience in his plebe camp。 He called an orderly and sent for the cadet captain of the company。 When he came he was ordered to send the plebeshe said new cadetsto their tents； and order them to remain there till permission was given to leave them。 He then had every man； not a plebe； who had been present at the pillow fight turned out。 When this was done he ordered them to pick up every feather within half an hour； and the captain to inspect at the end of that time and to see that the order was obeyed。 Thus； therefore； the plebes got the better part of the joke。
It was rumored in camp one day that the superintendent and commandant were both absent from the post； and that the senior tactical officer was therefore acting superintendent。 A plebe sentinel on Post No。 1； seeing him approaching camp； and not knowing under the circumstances how to act； or rather； perhaps； I should say； not knowing whether the report was true or not； called a corporal； and asked if he should salute this officer with 〃present arms。〃 To this question that dignitary replied with righteous horror； 〃Salute him with present arms！ No； sir！ You stand at attention； and when he gets on your post shout； 'Hosannah to the supe！' This rather startled the plebe； who found himself more confused than ever。 When it was about time for the sentinel to do something the corporal told him what to do； and returned to the guard tents。 The officer was at the time the commanding officer of the camp。
While walking down Sixth Avenue； New York； with a young lady； on a beautiful Sabbath afternoon in the summer of 1875； I was paid a high compliment by an old colored soldier。 He had lost one leg and had been otherwise maimed for life in the great struggle of 1861…65 for the preservation of the Union。 As soon as he saw me approaching he moved to the outside of the pavement and assumed as well as possible the position of the soldier。 When I was about six paces from him he brought his crutch to the position of 〃present arms；〃 in a soldierly manner； in salute to me。 I raised my cap as I passed； endeavoring to be as polite as possible； both in return for his salute and because of his age。 He took the position of 〃carry arms；〃 saying as he did so； 〃That's right！ that's right！ Makes me glad to see it。〃
We passed on； while he； too； resumed his course； ejaculating something about