1 Yeh know Tom Jamison, he lives next door t me up home.
2 It was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home.
3 When he had returned home his mother was milking the brindle cow.
4 From his home he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates.
5 From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust.
6 The youth thought of the village street at home before the arrival of the circus parade on a day in the spring.
7 His homely face was suffused with a light of love for the army which was to him all things beautiful and powerful.
8 The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dismally for a time, but various general were usually compelled to listen to these ditties.
9 He bethought him of certain meals his mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
10 He, in his thoughts, was careering off in other places, even as the carpenter who as he works whistles and thinks of his friend or his enemy, his home or a saloon.
11 After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle pictures he had seen, he felt quite competent to return home and make the hearts of the people glow with stories of war.
12 He wished, without reserve, that he was at home again making the endless rounds from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house.
13 The army makes 'em wild, and they like nothing better than the job of leading off a young feller like you, as ain't never been away from home much and has allus had a mother, an' a-learning 'em to drink and swear.'
14 When he had stood in the doorway with his soldier's clothes on his back, and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.