Chapter.Page.
I.The Appointment[13]
II.The Preparation[21]
III.The Candidate[27]
IV.The Plebe in Camp[65]
V.The Plebe in Barracks[87]
VI.The Yearling[125]
VII.The Furloughman[153]
VIII.The Graduate[179]
IX.The United States Military Academy[259]
X.The Appendix[287]

ILLUSTRATIONS.

The Author[Frontispiece]
Might Be a Cadet[15]
Topographical Sketch of West Point[25]
Setting-up Exercises[41]
Hop Invitation—Camp McPherson[63]
Hop Invitation—I. O. C. B.[81]
Cadet Warrant[111]
Hop Invitation—Camp Geo. H. Thomas[123]
Hop Invitation—Camp Belknap[151]
Graduating Hop Invitation—Class of 1872[163]
Cadet Captain’s Chevron[175]
Bell Button for Civilian Coats[176]
Badge[176]
Hop Invitation—Camp Thayer[177]
Inaugural Ball Invitation[198-9]
Graduating Hop Invitation—Class of 1873[203]
Bird’s Eye View of West Point as It May Be in 1912[209]
Diploma[211]
Bird’s Eye View of West Point in 1902[213]
West Point in 1848[215]
West Point in 1825[217]
Guard Mount in Camp[219]
Color Line[219]
Seal of the United States Military Academy[221]
Cadet Hospital[221]
Superintendent’s Quarters[221]
Battery Knox[223]
Sea Coast Battery[223]
Siege Battery[223]
The Academic Building[225]
Mess Hall[227]
Dining Room[227]
South Cadet Barracks[227]
Cavalry Drill[229]
Battalion Marching from Camp to Barracks[229]
Cadet Tent[231]
Group of First Classmen[233]
Group of Furloughmen[233]
The Old Cadet Chapel[233]
Cadet Room[233]
Professors’ Row[235]
Flirtation Walk[235]
Kosciuszco’s Garden[235]
The Old Riding Hall[237]
Battle Monument[237]
Ponton Bridge[237]
Cadet Camp—World’s Fair, 1893[239]
Officers’ Quarters Above Old North Gate in 1910[241]
Officers’ Quarters Below Old South Gate in 1910[241]
Bachelor Officers’ Quarters in 1910[241]
The New Cadet Chapel in 1910[243]
The North Cadet Barracks in 1910[243]
The Old Washington Headquarters[245]
Officers’ Mess in 1910[245]
Cullum Memorial Hall[245]
Coat of Arms of the United States Military Academy[247]
Library[247]
Siege Battery Drill in 1910[249]
Artillery and Cavalry Group in 1910[249]
The New Gymnasium in 1910[249]
Proposed Staff Quarters[251]
Headquarters Building[251]
Inspection in Camp[253]
Light Artillery Drill[253]
Sedgwick’s Monument[255]
Professors’ Row[255]
Cadet Monument[255]
Looking East from the New Chapel in 1910[257]
Perspective View from River on the East[257]
Interior of New Riding Hall[315]

CADET LIFE AT WEST POINT

CHAPTER I.
THE APPOINTMENT.

I was not more than eight years old when I first heard about West Point, and then I was told that it was Uncle Sam’s Military School; that the young men there were called cadets; that they were soldiers, and that they wore pretty uniforms with brass buttons on them. The impression made upon me at the time was such that I never tired talking and asking questions about West Point. I soon learned to indicate the site on the map, and I longed to go there, that I might be a cadet and wear brass buttons. I talked about it so much that my good mother made me a coat generous with brass buttons. I called it my cadet coat, and wore it constantly. Ah! for the day I should be a big boy and be a real cadet. With a wooden gun I played soldier, and when the war broke out and the soldiers camped in our old fair grounds, I was in their camp at every opportunity. The camp was about half-way between our home farm and father’s store in town, and many is the time I have been scolded for being so much at the camp. My only regret at that time was that I was not old enough to enlist, for I loved to watch the drills and linger around the camp-fires, listening to stories of the war.

I learned a good deal from the soldiers about West Point. They told me that I could not go there until I was seventeen years old, and not then unless I was appointed as a cadet by my congressman. They also told me that I must be a good boy at school and study hard, for the reason that after securing the appointment I would have to pass a rigid examination at West Point before admission. This was bad news to me, because we farm boys never attended school longer than four or five months in a year. Fortunately, however, the family moved to “town” when I was fourteen years old. I was then assured that I would have my wish, and I never missed a day at school. I was so anxious to learn rapidly that I overtaxed my eyes, and was in a dark room for nearly a year. Still I did not give up hope, and when my eyesight permitted I returned to school again.

I found out that there could be only one cadet at a time at West Point from the same congressional district, and also that there was then a young man there from my district; still I had hopes of getting there myself before I got too old, that is, over twenty-one.[1] Then there was no book published about West Point, and magazines and newspapers never described it.