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1914
NINTH EDITION



An Odd Soldiery

The Tale of a Sojourner

Being the Autobiography of

ARTHUR FRANKLIN FULLE.R

A Soldier of MIS-fortune and
Author of

Fifty Thousand Miles Back-Ridden

(His Experience in Different Cities)

An Odd Romance

(Love Stories from Life) 5 '

A Book of Poems

(Noble Sentiments in Dainty Garb)

The Golden Chalice and Other Poems

(Poems for the Warm-Hearted and Refine- 1

5even Essays

(Pilate's Big Question— Mercy— Marriage and Divorce —
The Written Message— Gossip— Music— Friendship)

The Magnet

A Monthly Pamplet of Personal Experience



ANCHOR PUBLISHING COMPANY

1501 Louisiana Avenue

Fort Worth, Tex.is



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Copyright 1914
by Arthur F. Fuller



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CONTENTS

Chapter

I Making a Start — The Pursuit of Happiness in Time
of Peace.

II Mishaps.

III Winning Credits — Assembling the Accoutrements of

War.

IV A Narrow Escape — A Change of Scene.
V War Declared.

VI A Few Skirmishes — The Seamy Side of Soldiery.

VII Arrival of Long Looked for Reinforcements — Crushed
by Unsuspected Enemy.

VIII A Renegade's Ruse — A Spy's Damaging Work — Prom-
ised Ammunition Intercepted by the Enemy — Heroic
Sacrifices of Faithful Allies — An Able General to
the Fore — Hope of Victory — A Better Position
Gained.

IX Holding the Fort.

X A Running Fight

XI The Enemy's Ambuscade.

XII Repelling Repeated Charges.

XIII More Entrenchments.

XIV Shrapnel into the Enemy's Camp.

XV The Enemy's Woolwich Gun Silenced.

XVI One More of the Enemy's Batteries Silenced.

XVII The Crucial Conflict.

XVIII Bushwhacking Sharp Shooters.

XIX Overtures for Peace.

XX Conclusion.



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ILLUSTRATIONS

Frontispiece Page 5

"The Little Singer" 9

St. James Choir, Chicago 14

The Author's Parents ... ... 18

A Short Time Before the Disasterous Fall ... 21

After a Year's Struggle to Overcome Damage Done by Fall 27

Arthur Franklin Fuller 33

Cathedral Cloister 36

Three Cathedral Buildings 45

Bishop Grafton 48

William Smedley 54

High Altar at St. Paul's 63

How Author Looked in Vestments .... 78

Author Being Carried from Wagon to Bed by Passerby 86

Practicing Economy 93

Dining At a Restaurant 99

How the Author Plays the Piano 102

Picture of Author for Those Who Like to Think of
Him as Musician, Composer, Author and

Poet Rather Than As a Cripple .... 113

Sleep-Time 143




ARTHUR F. FULLER
Author — Composer



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CHAPTER I.

Making A Start— The Pursuit of Happiness in Time of

Peace.

EVERY mother thinks her new baby is a Little the
dearest, sweetest thing on earth, and 1 suppose
my deaf mother was no exception to the rule,
when on a June morning a son was born to her. I have
no doubt although it seems quite preposterous now, that
I was gifted with the usual infantile charms and cute-
ness; but at any rate, like other infants it came to pass

that I grew up.

Both my parents were possessed of a greal Love tor
music and a musical temperament generally; and both
had sung more or less all their lives, so it was not sur-
prising to find that I shoAved a talent for music.

When I was seven or eight years old, I was admit-
ted into the junior choir of St. James Church, < liieago,
where I served but a short time until 1 was promoted
into the senior choir. Mr. William Smedley. beloved of
all who have ever known him. was then the choirmaster.
The enviable position of Soprano Soloist was held
by Claud Anderson, a boy possessed of a beautiful char-
acter as well as a beautiful voice. He was an orphan
boy. and had been brought from England by Mr. Smed-
ley.

People who are thoroughly posted on the history of
the choirs of this country will vouch for the statement
that the work of St. .James choir has never been excelled,
and possibly never equalled. In fact, the list of oratorios,
sacred cantatas, anthems, etc., which it has rendered is
equalled by few if any choirs or musical societies in the
world. And without doubt William Smedley was one of
the ablest, most successful and best known choirmasters
or organizers of his time. So my experience at St. James
Church was in every way a benefit and a joy which shall,
no doubt, last through eternity. "A man who has no
music in his soul is tit for treason's strategy and crime."
And a man whose soul rings with the praise and adora-
tion of the Deity incidental to a long association with.
and by whole-hearted service in such work, cannot fail to
be uplifted and comforted by it.



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As a boy I had an unusual voice, which was de-
scribed as being " of a mellow, flute-like quality, ' ' and yet
with great power and sympathy. To the accompaniment
of Professor P. C. Lutkin, who was then organist of St.
James, I vocalized for Mr. Smedley and the choir room
full of members, to an octave above high C; that is to say.
the C above the second added line above the treble clef.
Under Mr. Smedley 's direction in oratorios rendered in
the church service, I sang E above high C; I could also
sing comfortably E below middle C: that is to say, below
the third added line under the treble clef.

In course of time I came to be the soprano soloist of
St. James Church, and was honored by such loving praise
as that great soul,Williani Smedley, knew so well how to
bestow.

I can reflect and feel a thrill of gladness that, in spite
of my physical handicaps, I have at least been able to
demonstrate that I was made of the right stuff and had
the cpiality of faithfulness, as was evidenced by Mr.
Smedley 's calling me "Old Faithful,'"' repeatedly. I
won numerous prizes in the contests, some of the contest-
ants have since risen to prominent musical positions, and
I had such a reputation that it was said I could read
music up-side-down just as well as any other way, and
tli is was pretty nearly true.

St. James choir was annually favored with two
weeks' "camping out." I think it was the first time it
was my privilege to go along (having served the neces-
sary year), that the choir camped at Lake Harbor, Mich.
There was a short, but quite deep, swift-currented river
connecting a small lake with Lake Michigan. A road
ran alongside of the river and was protected against high
water by a series of logs which were piled high, along
the river hank. They were very slimy and overgrown
with moss. There were trees on the far side of the road
which offered shade and quiet, so that here was an ideal
place to fish.

It happened that two young men, named Walter
Putnam and George Ingalls, were fishing one beautiful
summer day at this place. I was anxious to learn to
fish, so with their consent I "tagged" them, and made
my maiden effort as an angler. Due to my inexperience,
the tide carried my baited hook against a snag, where
the hook caught. In course of a few minutes a stiff




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breeze sprung up and a strong gust lifted the waters into
snappy wavelets. The snag jerked. I thought it was a
big bass — but when I attempted to bring my catch into
position for capture, I found the prize a little bigger than
I could handle. Endeavoring to disengage the hook I
stepped on the top-most log, and reached out as far as
possible over the river. As mentioned above, the logs
were slimy and covered with moss. So the first anyone
knew, there was a splash — and a small boy was gurgling
amidst the swirling waters where the river was about
forty feet deep.

Walter Putnam was the nearest man but he was quite
a way off. Climbing down the slippery logs was no easy
task. Unfortunately he could not swim — but he had a
strong arm and loyal heart, so made a heroic effort to
rescue me. However I was on the third trip down when
he secured a foot-hold near enough to reach me. There
was a bend in the river at this point, and his calculations
as to how far I would float down stream w T ere, providen-
tially, correct. Doubtless my head had risen for the last
time and I was under water an arm's length when he
grahhed desperately, finding a hold in my hair, which
fortunately was at that time excessively long. He drew
my head above water with his one hand while he clung
to the logs with the other. George Ingalls had set up a
shout when I first fell in, and now he and the rapidly
arriving fellow-campers formed a human chain by clasp-
ing hands, and George was reaching down to Walter and
me. But Walter's hold was insecure and time after time
either his hand or foot-hold failed. Finally he lost both
holds almost entirely, but at the same moment George's
extended hand came into reach. Putnam found grip
again, steadied himself, and then passed me up to the
anxious ones above, while the boats came into service
from up-sl ream.

How in the world I still lived, having imbibed so
much water, is a mystery to me. Bui in spite of the fre-
quent belching up of water, 1 was able to stagger back
to eamp. I looked like the proverbial "drowned rat."
Water dripped from me, fairly in bucketfuls. 1 was so
weak and dizzy that my gait was as uncertain as that of
a drunken man. Several times I nearly fell in again.

The news had preceeded us to camp, and the entire
company was lined up to see the subject of the threat-
ened disaster. Some were sympathetic, while others



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leased. Men of family admonished thai in future I be
less venturesome. Hoys who were my senior only a few
years, al once developed such paternal interesl in my
safety that 1 was almost miserable for several days after

this episode. Bui after a while it was forgotten and the

time for returning to the city came all too soon.

On the return trip across Lake Michigan, we en-
countered quite a wind storm, which resulted in a rough
sea. I will not claim that it was wholly Charity thai

caused me to think that the fishes needed what I had
recently eaten more than I did. Perhaps it was not self-
ishness' <>n their pari which caused the search for more.
I felt as if I had given up everything 'twixl mouth and
toe nails. As I wandered around the boat in search of
peace, I clambered out on the top most deck where there
was no railing. I sat down suddenly on deck — not alto-
gether from choice. I looked at the taunting waves, and
groaned with the roll of the ship. After a time I decided
to go below, but as I started, the ship careened more vio-
lently and got me started toward the edge of the deck
until I could not stop. A young man, named Arthur
Caldwell, was silting near by. He leaped to his feet and
grabbed me by the arm and swung me flat on my face, far
back on the deck. I saw bright stars of hop. — and I
fancy there were few who were more glad than 1 to set
foot on terra firma again.

At this time my parents lived at 643 Austin Avenue.
Chicago. Not far from this place was a short street called
Hart Street. On the corner was a grocery store kept by
William Devitt. My three sisters and I often went down
to a place opposite his store where some building was
being done. The piles of lumber, brick and sand a Horded
great sport for small fry.

One day when we had played in the sand until we
were tired, the girls joined some companions in the game
of "jacks." I sat on the curbing patting a small dog
which belonged to a playmate. Devitts had a large, tierce
dog. It came over to get acquainted with the yellow
specimen 1 was fondling. 1 could not believe that any
creature toward which I felt so kindly, could possibly be
so treacherous as to do me harm, so 1 petted him a little.

Perhaps the dog's dinner had not agreed with him,
but at any rate he did not seem to appreciate my atten-
tions. I was so confident of the gospel of love that 1
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jumped upon me savagely. The screams of the other
children brought the workmen out of the building. How-
ever, before the rescuers had reached me and beaten the
dog off, I had received such a "chawing" as would give
me something to remember for years to come.

I was carried tenderly to the nearest drug store
where the bites were duly cauterized. The whole neigh-
borhood appeared to be much concerned lest I develop
hydrophobia. The police were notified and after the
young Davit! boy. who ran down back streets with the
dog, had been chased an hour or two, they were caughl
and the dog shot. This was supposed to stop any ten-
dency to hydrophobia.

The following spring I caught cold and was Peeling
so badly that I was permitted to stay out of school one
day. After staying around the house all day, about three
o'clock in the afternoon I asked permission to go down
to the corner and watch a crew of men who were moving
an enormous house down the middle of the street. The
permission was granted, and I went down and was very
interestedly watching the process of house moving, when
something happened. I, however, did not know much
about it, but woke up in a drug store with a doctor exam-
ining my anatomy and saying, "There are no bones
broken and he will be all right. A little more water,
nurse, and another cold cloth."

The following day as I lay on the bed in the front
bedroom a big man came to the door and asked to see me
and my folks. He explained that he and a heavy com-
panion w r ere out exercising a race horse which had just
been shipped in from the country. They did not know
about the house moving, and the horse was a little dis-
turbed by the sight, and as he frisked a bit,, one wheel of
the light rig struck a large stone, and the thing was so
top-heavy that both of them were thrown out, The horse,
then thoroughly frightened, lit out. The house blocked
the street, so the sidewalk was the only way the horse
could go. There was a wooden fence some fifty feet long,
and the gig caught in it and the horse pulled sonic thirty
feet of it down. This fortunately, became detached be-
fore it reached me. It is not known what knocked me
over, but it is known that that kind horse managed to
step clear of mv head, his shoe, however, grazing my
skull.



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CHAPTER II.
Mishaps

THE i i.-x t year, I believe, St. James Choir encamped
at Lake Beulah, Wisconsin. It is a beautiful Lake,
divided in two or more important parts, and run-
ning into quite a river, and like all o1 her such lakes, there
were many points of land that came out to such a dis-
tance as made swamps a natural consequence. Hunting
pun, I lilies and turtle eggs, frogs and cat-tails, were quite
fascinating pastimes. One clay I took a hoy smaller than
myself in one of the flat bottomed boats provided for
choir use. and we rowed into one of these swampy places.
A few nights hence the choir was to have its select
and unique wigwam beach dance. Kadi of the ten tents
had to furnish a bundle of cat lads. Our excursion at
this time was to procure a supply for our lent. These
were soaked in kerosene oil and ignited at the proper
time. A moonless night was chosen, greal piles of drift
wood accumulated and arranged ou the beach, just out

of reach of the water. The wood was made to form a
wigwam. It was made to reach a height <d' twenty feet.
The boys and young men, arrayed only in their bathing
suits, formed in single file and paraded around on •"all
fours."' like Indians who were about to tire a lodging.

The utmost silence was maintained until the Leader
started a series of rythmical grunts. All the ' 'bra\ •
imitated the doings of the "chief." After a series of
manouvers on the beach, around the piers, and the street
formed by the tents, clumps of phosphorescent wood
were strewn around the wigwam. After some more
funny business, the wigwam was tired and each "brave"
lie-hied his torch, coming up in single file to the very

place where the leader had Lighted his. When the wig-
wam was well ablaze the beach dam-,' broke all bounds,
and the whoops and Squeals that tilled the air would

have seared any well regulated tribe of savages into tits
of terror.

So then, it was wvy important that we have Large
cat-tails. On the trip referred to we had had very fair
success but 1 saw a cluster of unusual size that I wanted

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The camp boats were provided with sets of slats
which prevented the wetting of the occupants' feet. \'>y
taking these shits out and throwing them on the reeds
and thick sea-weeds, then stepping on them, I could
reach cat-tails which could not be touched from the boat.
In order to reach the largest cat-tails, I was compelled
to put out both the front and rear sections of these slats.
When the prizes were secured and thrown into the boat
and I attempted to return something happened. Hither
the reeds gave way or the sea-weed began to turn over.
the boat began to drift, the ends of the sections of slats
which were resting on the boat began to push it away
or perhaps a little of all these, lint at any rate things
began to sink, and 1 with them.

The water was so thick and the sea-weed and frog-
muddle so abundant, that if ever a person's head got
under, that would settle his case. Xo power on earth
could get him out alive. My left side was nearest the
boat. I had an old knife in my hand with which I had
been cutting the cat-tails. Its value was not more than
two cents. I made a wild grab for the boat as 1 went
down, and fortunately caught it with the middle and
fore-finger of my Left hand. The grip was not the most
choice, but I hung on with desperation and thus kepi
my head from going under. The boy in the boat was
too scared and too small to be of any service to me.
When I could dig some of the •"ooze" out of my eyes and
get a decent breath, 1 found I had hung on to that old
wreck of a knife. I had fallen in such a position as ren-
dered motion impossible and could not even relieve my
left arm by taking hold with the other hand. But fortu-
nately some young men came rowing along at the criti-
cal moment and they lost no time in digging me out of
the sea-weed.

Another year at this same Lake Beulah I had a third
experience with the water. St. dames Church had under
its wing a mission church called St. Johns, at 26 ami 28
Clyborn Avenue. As a special treat and stimulus to in-
terest. Dr. Stone, Rector, gave permission to the choir of
that mission church to go camping with St. dames. Rev.
Irving Spencer was in charge of the mission and went
along to keep the boys straight. He was an expert
swimmer and taught many boys how to swim. He had so
many demands upon him. however, that he was not able
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After much verbal instruction by some of the older
members of the choir and much practice by myself, I
could take three strokes. It is only natural for a boy
to enjoy admiration and praise, so it should not belittle
me to admit that in great glee, 1 hastened to Rev. Spen-
cer to "show off."

Just here I should mention that the beach at this
point was very favorable and at low tide small boys
could wade some seventy-five feet from the shore with-
out going over their heads. Mr. Spencer was located
about such a distance from the shore, and was a little
more than waist deep in the water. To the right of this
beach was a place where the slope to deep water was not
nearly so gradual and he was just about at the extreme
end <>f the shallow part.

When I got to him, I was so interested in watching
him to see if he were watching me that I did not notice
I was heading toward the deep water instead of the shore.
I had started from a place where I could barely touch
bottom, and had intended to swim into the shallow part.
I swam my three strokes and a lot more, and he watched

;iik1 called after me, "Bully, Fuller, you are doing

fine."' When 1 was completely exhausted I attempted to
set lie down to rest, fancying the bottom would be just
about under my knees, but when I let down, I kept on
going. My feet got tangled in the sea-weed at the bot-
tom, and I thought it was all off with me. Feebly but
desperately 1 struggled to the surface and called for help.

A hoy considerably taller than myself who could not
swim, was wading not far from where 1 was, and we all
knew where there was a sort of a shoal which led into
the deep water. He had not far to go to get to where he
could reach me. lie si fetched out as far as he dared and
just the lips of our fingers touched. They were slippery
with water, and I felt as though I had swallowed about
half the lake before we got enough grip so that lie could
pull me iii. hut we got there just the same.

Some months after this incident, my folks moved to
207 North Oakley Avenue, which was about two blocks
from the Oakley Avenue depot of the Northwestern Rail-
road. In those days horse cars were the only means of
transit, except by steam cars, and by buying a twenty-
ride ticket, the Northwestern Railroad would! carry peo-
ple from Oakley Avenue to Wells Street depot for five
cents, so my father used the steam cars.



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During the t wo years thai he was tenor soloist at

St. James be took me on the railroad, hut after he ac-
cepted a better paying position al Elgin, III., I used to go
alone. After a time he resigned his position at Elgin on
account of his heart trouble, and my mother, being un-
willing for him to be gone on such long trips, he accepted
a position which caused him to cross the Western Avenue
viaduct. Under this viaduct passed three railroads, each
leading to an immense yard: The Chicago & Northwest-
em, the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul, and the Chicago,
Burlington & Quincy. There is always a din of puffing
locomotives and the roar of wheels and the clang of bells
there, even on Sunday mornings. There was a train
which was due to pass this West ecu Avenue crossing
where all trains had to stop, at 9:50 a. m., which just
brought us into town in nice time to get to church.

One bright spring morning, I walked down the tracks
to wait for a train. It was late, and 1 stepped on the
track to look down to see if it were coining. I heard my
father's voice behind me in a sharp "Arthur," and my
father is the sort of a man that it does not take people
very long, as a rule, to find out that what he says he
means, and that it has "got to go." I had found out
from past experiences that it was wise for me to look
pretty lively when Daddy spoke to me in that way. So
1 looked around and, if you please, there was a locomo-
tive coming at a good speed just behind me. I jumped
aside. It was so close that the engine brushed my coat as
1 jumped. There had been so much roar and noise that
I had not noticed the engine's approach. Father was
crossing the viaduct on his way to church with mother
and saw my danger. Father was not one of the kind
that spare the rod, and I guess here is pretty nearly an
instance where a child, who is ruled both by love and
fear, can see the advantage of thorough discipline.




ELIZABETH ESTELLE LEAVITT-

FULLER

Soprano; Formerly of Boston, Mass.

(The Author's Mother)



J.FRANKLIN FULLER

Lyric Tenor and Musical Director

(The Author's Father)




ARTHUR P. PULLER 19



CHAPTER III
Winning Credits — Assembling Accoutrements of War

THE world has little charity for one's failures. We
the success of ourselves, a friend, or an acquaint-
are all glad, on the other hand, to tell and re-tell
ance. Those who succeed arc besieged by enthusiastic
admirers while those who fail may eat out their very
hearts with chagrin and regret, in utter loneliness. Hon-
est endeavor is the admirable thing, however, and those
who occupy the places of honor in the public eye would
do well to remember that their very success is based
upon gift from the Creator — the essential of health, of
normal mentality, the capacity and opportunity to learn,
the power to apply knowledge, material advantage, and
favorable circumstances as well.

I trust, therefore, that no one will accuse me of de-
siring to appear greater than those lights in present and
past times who have compelled the world to acknowl-
edge their extraordinary achievements. I simply desire
to have it known by my patrons as I journey on through
life, that since early childhood I have had an honest and
sincere desire to be a man in the noblest sense of the
word, and do things the best it might lie in my power.


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