“Was ‘the Troop’ there?” asked Joss eagerly. “I think its uniforms are better than those of any other militia in New Hampshire!”
“The Troop” was an independent militia company famous for the horsemanship of its riders and the beauty of its horses. My brother yearned to wear one of the Troop’s scarlet coats with buff facings and one of its leather, bell-crowned caps with long white feathers tipped in red. The Troop was commanded by Captain Brinsley Perkins, a man we knew well and who ran the popular tavern in our town. Perhaps Joss just might be able to join it someday.
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