“Do you know where it is?” demanded John. “I’ve known you when you started for some place that you didn’t know, nor did any one else.”
“I know exactly where I want to go,” said Grant pompously. “If you fellows want to come with me it will do you good, but if you don’t you can do what you please. I have never been in Newburgh before and while I am here I am going to take advantage of the opportunity.”
“All right, we’ll go with you,” said Fred glibly. “If you can find anything that is going to improve you we want to come along and see the show.”
CHAPTER XV—A FAMOUS SPOT
Unknown to his friends Grant had made some inquiries concerning a spot in Newburgh which he long had been desirous of seeing. Without explaining to his companions what he had in mind he quickly led the way up another hill until they arrived at a large enclosed yard. In the midst of it stood a low old stone house. In front of the house, on the extensive lawn, were several piles of cannon balls, and cannon were looking out over the peaceful waters of the Hudson. The flag of the United States was floating from the high flagpole and added much to the beauty of the scene.
“What’s all this?” demanded John.
“Every young American is supposed to know that this is Washington’s headquarters. Didn’t you ever hear of it?”
“He had so many,” laughed John, “I can’t keep track of them. It is something like the beds he slept in that we were talking about the other day.”