Excerpt from The Gleaner, Vol. 3: October, 1903 After breakfast a short drill was gone through and then the time was mostly our own. Some went rowing, others fishing and a few more adventurous ones climbed the hills to explore the rocky declivities. Thus our time was spent, but it was not without its humorous side. Every community has its freaks of nature and Point Pleasant was not with out its quota. Three of them in number, Hogan, Colonel, and Joe were for want of better names dubbed thus. To be frank, they looked more like Knights of the Road or members of Coxey's Army than respectable citizens. Clad in garments that had seen frequent use by many others before they were cast aside, with beards of several months growth and hair that had not seen a comb for many a day, they presented a comical spectacle. They would have made fitting types for Puck or Judge. Though their appearance was against them, they were perfectly harmless and helped us pass away many an idle hour. We humored them, joked with them, and even got one of them to sing for us. But such a voice! May I never again hear such a conglomeration of sounds. A chorus of cats could not have emitted more discordant notes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.