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Nevertheless
,
these
valiant
artillerists
took
no
particular
account
of
these
little
facts
,
and
felt
justly
proud
when
the
despatches
of
a
battle
returned
the
number
of
victims
at
ten-fold
the
quantity
of
projectiles
expended
.
One
day
,
however
--
sad
and
melancholy
day
!
--
peace
was
signed
between
the
survivors
of
the
war
;
the
thunder
of
the
guns
gradually
ceased
,
the
mortars
were
silent
,
the
howitzers
were
muzzled
for
an
indefinite
period
,
the
cannon
,
with
muzzles
depressed
,
were
returned
into
the
arsenal
,
the
shot
were
repiled
,
all
bloody
reminiscences
were
effaced
;
the
cotton-plants
grew
luxuriantly
in
the
well-manured
fields
,
all
mourning
garments
were
laid
aside
,
together
with
grief
;
and
the
Gun
Club
was
relegated
to
profound
inactivity
.
Some
few
of
the
more
advanced
and
inveterate
theorists
set
themselves
again
to
work
upon
calculations
regarding
the
laws
of
projectiles
.
They
reverted
invariably
to
gigantic
shells
and
howitzers
of
unparalleled
caliber
.
Still
in
default
of
practical
experience
what
was
the
value
of
mere
theories
?
Consequently
,
the
clubrooms
became
deserted
,
the
servants
dozed
in
the
antechambers
,
the
newspapers
grew
mouldy
on
the
tables
,
sounds
of
snoring
came
from
dark
corners
,
and
the
members
of
the
Gun
Club
,
erstwhile
so
noisy
in
their
seances
,
were
reduced
to
silence
by
this
disastrous
peace
and
gave
themselves
up
wholly
to
dreams
of
a
Platonic
kind
of
artillery
.
"
This
is
horrible
!
"
said
Tom
Hunter
one
evening
,
while
rapidly
carbonizing
his
wooden
legs
in
the
fireplace
of
the
smoking-room
;
"
nothing
to
do
!
nothing
to
look
forward
to
!
what
a
loathsome
existence
!
When
again
shall
the
guns
arouse
us
in
the
morning
with
their
delightful
reports
?
"
"
Those
days
are
gone
by
,
"
said
jolly
Bilsby
,
trying
to
extend
his
missing
arms
.
"
It
was
delightful
once
upon
a
time
!
One
invented
a
gun
,
and
hardly
was
it
cast
,
when
one
hastened
to
try
it
in
the
face
of
the
enemy
!
Then
one
returned
to
camp
with
a
word
of
encouragement
from
Sherman
or
a
friendly
shake
of
the
hand
from
McClellan
.
But
now
the
generals
are
gone
back
to
their
counters
;
and
in
place
of
projectiles
,
they
despatch
bales
of
cotton
.
By
Jove
,
the
future
of
gunnery
in
America
is
lost
!
"
"
Ay
!
and
no
war
in
prospect
!
"
continued
the
famous
James
T.
Maston
,
scratching
with
his
steel
hook
his
gutta-percha
cranium
.
"
Not
a
cloud
on
the
horizon
!
and
that
too
at
such
a
critical
period
in
the
progress
of
the
science
of
artillery
!
Yes
,
gentlemen
!
I
who
address
you
have
myself
this
very
morning
perfected
a
model
(
plan
,
section
,
elevation
,
etc.
)
of
a
mortar
destined
to
change
all
the
conditions
of
warfare
!
"
"
No
!
is
it
possible
?
"
replied
Tom
Hunter
,
his
thoughts
reverting
involuntarily
to
a
former
invention
of
the
Hon.
J.
T.
Maston
,
by
which
,
at
its
first
trial
,
he
had
succeeded
in
killing
three
hundred
and
thirty-seven
people
.
"
Fact
!
"
replied
he
.
"
Still
,
what
is
the
use
of
so
many
studies
worked
out
,
so
many
difficulties
vanquished
?
It
's
mere
waste
of
time
!
The
New
World
seems
to
have
made
up
its
mind
to
live
in
peace
;
and
our
bellicose
Tribune
predicts
some
approaching
catastrophes
arising
out
of
this
scandalous
increase
of
population
.
"
"
Nevertheless
,
"
replied
Colonel
Blomsberry
,
"
they
are
always
struggling
in
Europe
to
maintain
the
principle
of
nationalities
.
"
