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THE SHADES OF THE WILDERNESS
A STORY OF LEE'S GREAT STAND
by JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER
"The Shades of the Wilderness" is the seventh volume of the Civil War
Series, of which the predecessors have been "The Guns of Bull Run,"
"The Guns of Shiloh," "The Scouts of Stonewall," "The Sword of Antietam",
"The Star of Gettysburg" and "The Rock of Chickamauga." The romance
in this story reverts to the Southern side and deals with the fortunes
of Harry Kenton and his friends. It takes them on the retreat from
Gettysburg, gives the hero a short period of social life in Richmond,
describes the great battles of the Wilderness and Spottsylvania, and
ends with the deadlock in the trenches before Petersburg.
THE CIVIL WAR SERIES
VOLUMES IN THE CIVIL WAR SERIES
THE GUNS OF BULL RUN.
THE GUNS OF SHILOH.
THE SCOUTS OF STONEWALL.
THE SWORD OF ANTIETAM.
THE STAR OF GETTYSBURG.
THE ROCK OF CHICKAMAUGA.
THE SHADES OF THE WILDERNESS.
THE TREE OF APPOMATTOX.
PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THE CIVIL WAR SERIES
HARRY KENTON, A Lad Who Fights on the Southern Side.
DICK MASON, Cousin of Harry Kenton, Who Fights on the Northern Side.
COLONEL GEORGE KENTON, Father of Harry Kenton.
MRS. MASON, Mother of Dick Mason.
JULIANA, Mrs. Mason's Devoted Colored Servant.
COLONEL ARTHUR WINCHESTER, Dick Mason's Regimental Commander.
COLONEL LEONIDAS TALBOT, Commander of the Invincibles,
a Southern Regiment.
LIEUTENANT COLONEL HECTOR ST. HILAIRE, Second in Command of the
ALAN HERTFORD, A Northern Cavalry Leader.
PHILIP SHERBURNE, A Southern Cavalry Leader.
WILLIAM J. SHEPARD, A Northern Spy.
DANIEL WHITLEY, A Northern Sergeant and Veteran of the Plains.
GEORGE WARNER, A Vermont Youth Who Loves Mathematics.
FRANK PENNINGTON, A Nebraska Youth, Friend of Dick Mason.
ARTHUR ST. CLAIR, A Native of Charleston, Friend of Harry Kenton.
TOM LANGDON, Friend of Harry Kenton.
GEORGE DALTON, Friend of Harry Kenton.
BILL SKELLY, Mountaineer and Guerrilla.
TOM SLADE, A Guerrilla Chief.
SAM JARVIS, The Singing Mountaineer.
IKE SIMMONS, Jarvis' Nephew.
AUNT "SUSE," A Centenarian and Prophetess.
BILL PETTY, A Mountaineer and Guide.
JULIEN DE LANGEAIS, A Musician and Soldier from Louisiana.
JOHN CARRINGTON, Famous Northern Artillery Officer.
DR. RUSSELL, Principal of the Pendleton School.
ARTHUR TRAVERS, A Lawyer.
JAMES BERTRAND, A Messenger from the South.
JOHN NEWCOMB, A Pennsylvania Colonel.
JOHN MARKHAM, A Northern Officer.
JOHN WATSON, A Northern Contractor.
WILLIAM CURTIS, A Southern Merchant and Blockade Runner.
MRS. CURTIS, Wife of William Curtis.
HENRIETTA CARDEN, A Seamstress in Richmond.
DICK JONES, A North Carolina Mountaineer.
VICTOR WOODVILLE, A Young Mississippi Officer.
JOHN WOODVILLE, Father of Victor Woodville.
CHARLES WOODVILLE, Uncle of Victor Woodville.
COLONEL BEDFORD, A Northern Officer.
CHARLES GORDON, A Southern Staff Officer.
JOHN LANHAM, An Editor.
JUDGE KENDRICK, A Lawyer.
MR. CULVER, A State Senator.
MR. BRACKEN, A Tobacco Grower.
ARTHUR WHITRIDGE, A State Senator.
ABRAHAM LINCOLN, President of the United States.
JEFFERSON DAVIS, President of the Southern Confederacy.
JUDAH P. BENJAMIN, Member of the Confederate Cabinet.
U. S. GRANT, Northern Commander.
ROBERT B. LEE, Southern Commander.
STONEWALL JACKSON, Southern General.
PHILIP H. SHERIDAN, Northern General.
GEORGE H. THOMAS, "The Rock of Chickamauga."
ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON, Southern General.
A. P. HILL, Southern General.
W. S. HANCOCK, Northern General.
GEORGE B. McCLELLAN, Northern General.
AMBROSE E. BURNSIDE, Northern General.
TURNER ASHBY, Southern Cavalry Leader.
J. E. B. STUART, Southern Cavalry Leader.
JOSEPH HOOKER, Northern General.
RICHARD S. EWELL, Southern General.
JUBAL EARLY, Southern General.
WILLIAM S. ROSECRANS, Northern General.
SIMON BOLIVAR BUCKNER, Southern General.
LEONIDAS POLK, Southern General and Bishop.
BRAXTON BRAGG, Southern General.
NATHAN BEDFORD FORREST, Southern Cavalry Leader.
JOHN MORGAN, Southern Cavalry Leader.
GEORGE J. MEADE, Northern General.
DON CARLOS BUELL, Northern General.
W. T. SHERMAN, Northern General.
JAMES LONGSTREET, Southern General.
P. G. T. BEAUREGARD, Southern General.
WILLIAM L. YANCEY, Alabama Orator.
JAMES A. GARFIELD, Northern General, afterwards President of
the United States.
And many others
IMPORTANT BATTLES DESCRIBED IN THE CIVIL WAR SERIES
THE SEVEN DAYS
THE SECOND MANASSAS
I. THE SOUTHERN RETREAT
II. THE NORTHERN SPY
III. THE FLOODED RIVER
IV. A HERALD TO LEE
V. THE DANGEROUS ROAD
VI. TESTS OF COURAGE
VII. IN THE WAGON
VIII. THE CROSSING
IX. IN SOCIETY
X. THE MISSING PAPER
XI. A VAIN PURSUIT
XII. IN WINTER QUARTERS
XIII. THE COMING OF GRANT
XIV. THE GHOSTLY RIDE
XV. THE WILDERNESS
THE SHADES OF THE WILDERNESS
THE SOUTHERN RETREAT
A train of wagons and men wound slowly over the hills in the darkness and
rain toward the South. In the wagons lay fourteen or fifteen thousand
wounded soldiers, but they made little noise, as the wheels sank suddenly
in the mud or bumped over stones. Although the vast majority of them
were young, boys or not much more, they had learned to be masters of
themselves, and they suffered in silence, save when some one, lost in
fever, uttered a groan.
But the chief sound was a blended note made by the turning of wheels,
and the hoofs of horses sinking in the soft earth. The officers gave
but few orders, and the cavalrymen who rode on either flank looked
solicitously into the wagons now and then to see how their wounded
friends fared, though they seldom spoke. The darkness they did not mind,
because they were used to it, and the rain and the coolness were a relief,
after three days of the fiercest battle the American continent had ever
known, fought in the hottest days that the troops could recall.
Thus Lee's army drew its long length from the fatal field of Gettysburg,
although his valiant brigades did not yet know that the clump of trees
upon Cemetery Hill had marked the high tide of the Confederacy. All that
memorable Fourth of July, following the close of the battle they had lain,
facing Meade and challenging him to come on, confident that while the
invasion of the North was over they could beat back once more the
invasion of the South.
They had no word of complaint against their great commander, Lee.
The faith in him, which was so high, remained unbroken, as it was
destined to remain so to the last. But men began to whisper to one
another, and say if only Jackson had been there. They mourned anew
that terrible evening in the Wilderness when Lee had lost his mighty
lieutenant, his striking arm, the invincible Stonewall. If the man in
the old slouch hat had only been with Lee on Seminary Ridge it would now
be the army of Meade retreating farther into the North, and they would be
pursuing. That belief was destined to sink deep in the soul of the South,
and remain there long after the Confederacy was but a name.
The same thought was often in the mind of Harry Kenton, as he rode near
the rear of the column, whence he had been sent by Lee to observe and
then to report. It was far after midnight now, and the last of the
Southern army could not leave Seminary Ridge before morning. But Harry
could detect no sign of pursuit. Now and then, a distant gun boomed,
and the thunder muttered on the horizon, as if in answer. But there
was nothing to indicate that the Army of the Potomac was moving from
Gettysburg in pursuit, although the President in Washington, his heart
filled with bitterness, was vainly asking why his army would not reap the
fruits of a victory won so hardly. Fifty thousand men had fallen on the
hills and in the valleys about Gettysburg, and it seemed, for the time,
that nothing would come of such a slaughter. But the Northern army had
suffered immense losses, and Lee and his men were ready to fight again
if attacked. Perhaps it was wiser to remain content upon the field with
their sanguinary success. At least, Meade and his generals thought so.
Harry, toward morning came upon St. Clair and Langdon riding together.
Both had been wounded slightly, but their hurts had not kept them from
the saddle, and they were in cheerful mood.
"You've been further back than we, Harry," said St. Clair. "Is Meade hot
upon our track? We hear the throb of a cannon now and then."
"It doesn't mean anything. Meade hasn't moved. While we didn't win we
struck the Yankees such a mighty blow that they'll have to rest, and
breathe a while before they follow."
"And I guess we need a little resting and breathing ourselves," said
Langdon frankly. "There were times when I thought the whole world had
just turned itself into a volcano of fire."
"But we'll come back again," said St. Clair. "We'll make these
Pennsylvania Dutchmen take notice of us a second time."
"That's the right spirit," said Langdon. "Arthur had nearly all of his
fine uniform shot off him, but he's managed to fasten the pieces together,
and ride on, just as if it were brand new."
But Harry was silent. The prescient spirit of his famous great
grandfather, Henry Ware, had descended upon his valiant great grandson.
Hope had not gone from him, but it did not enter his mind that they
should invade Pennsylvania again.
"I'm glad to leave Gettysburg," he said. "More good men of ours have
fallen there than anywhere else."
"That's true," said St. Clair, "but Marse Bob will win for us, anyhow.
You don't think any of these Union generals here in the East can whip our
Lee, do you?"
"Of course not!" said Happy Tom. "Besides, Lee has me to help him."
"How are Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire?" asked Harry.
"Sound asleep, both of 'em," replied St. Clair. "And it's a strange
thing, too. They were sitting in a wagon, having resumed that game
of chess which they began in the Valley of Virginia, but they were so
exhausted that both fell sound asleep while playing. They are sitting
upright, as they sleep, and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire's thumb and
forefinger rest upon a white pawn that he intended to move."
"I hope they won't be jarred out of their rest and that they'll sleep on,"
said Harry. "Nobody deserves it more."
He waved a hand to his friends and continued his ride toward the rear.
The column passed slowly on in silence. Now and then gusts of rain
lashed across his face, but he liked the feeling. It was a fillip to his
blood, and his nerves began to recover from the tremendous strain and
excitement of the last four days.
Obeying his orders he rode almost directly back toward the field of
Gettysburg from which the Southern forces were still marching. A
friendly voice from a little wood hailed him, and he recognized it at
once as that of Sherburne, who sat his horse alone among the trees.
"Come here, Harry," he said.
"Glad to find you alive, Sherburne. Where's your troop?"
"What's left of it is on ahead. I'll join the men in a few minutes.
But look back there!"
Harry from the knoll, which was higher than he had thought, gazed upon a
vast and dusky panorama. Once more the field of Gettysburg swam before
him, not now in fire and smoke, but in vapors and misty rain. When he
shut his eyes he saw again the great armies charging on the slopes,
the blazing fire from hundreds of cannon and a hundred thousand rifles.
There, too, went Pickett's brigades, devoted to death but never
flinching. A sob burst from his throat, and he opened his eyes again.
"You feel about it as I do," said Sherburne. "We'll never come back into
"It isn't merely a feeling within me, I know it."
"So do I, but we can still hold Virginia."
"I think so, too. Come, we'd better turn. There goes the field of
Gettysburg. The rain and mist have blotted it out."
The panorama, the most terrible upon which Harry had ever looked,
vanished in the darkness. The two rode slowly from the knoll and into
"It will be daylight in an hour," said Sherburne, "and by that time the
last of our men will be gone."
"And I must hasten to our commander-in-chief," said Harry.
"How is he?" asked Sherburne. "Does he seem downcast?"
"No, he holds his head as high as ever, and cheers the men. They say
that Pickett's charge was a glorious mistake, but he takes all the blame
for it, if there is any. He doesn't criticize any of his generals."
"Only a man of the greatest moral grandeur could act like that. It's
because of such things that our people, boys, officers and all, will
follow him to the death."
"Good-by, Sherburne," said Harry. "Hope I'll see you again soon."
He urged his horse into a faster gait, anxious to overtake Lee and report
that all was well with the rear guard. He noticed once more, and with
the greatest care that long line of the wounded and the unwounded,
winding sixteen miles across the hills from Gettysburg to Chambersburg,
and his mind was full of grave thoughts. More than two years in the very
thick of the greatest war, then known, were sufficient to make a boy a
man, at least in intellect and responsibility.
Harry saw very clearly, as he rode beside the retreating but valiant
army that had failed in its great attempt, that their role would be the
defensive. For a little while he was sunk in deep depression. Then
invincible youth conquered anew, and hope sprang up again. The night
was at the darkest, but dawn was not far away. Fugitive gusts of wind
drenched him once more, but he did not mind it, nor did he pay any
attention to the occasional growl of a distant gun. He was strong in the
belief that Meade would not pursue--at least not yet. A general who had
just lost nearly one-third of his own army was not in much condition to
follow his enemy.
He urged his horse to increased speed, and pressed on toward the head of
the column. The rain ceased and cool puffs of wind came out of the east.
Then the blackness there turned to gray, which soon deepened into silver.
Through the silver veil shot a bolt of red fire, and the sun came over
Although the green world had been touched with brown by the hot sun of
July it looked fresh and beautiful to Harry. The brown in the morning
sunlight was a rosy red, and the winds of dawn were charged with life.
His horse, too, felt the change and it was easy now to force him into a
gallop toward a fire on a low hill, which Harry felt sure had been built
to cook breakfast for their great commander.
As he approached he saw Lee and his generals standing before the blaze,
some eating, and others drinking. An orderly, near by, held the
commander's famous horse, Traveller, and two or three horses belonging to
the other generals were trying to find a little grass between the stony
outcrops of the hills. Harry felt an overwhelming curiosity, but he kept
it in restraint, dismounting at a little distance, and approaching on
He could not observe much change in the general's appearance. His
handsome gray suit was as neat as ever, and the three stars, the only
marks of his rank that he wore, shone untarnished upon his collar.
The dignified and cheerful manner that marked him before Gettysburg
marked him also afterward. To Harry, so young and so thoroughly charged
with the emotions of his time and section, he was a figure to be
approached with veneration.
He saw the stalwart and bearded Longstreet and other generals whom he
knew, among them the brilliant Stuart in his brilliant plumage, but
rather quiet and subdued in manner now, since he had not come to
Gettysburg as soon as he was needed. Harry hung back a little, fearing
lest he might be regarded as thrusting himself into a company so much
his superior in rank, but Lee saw him and beckoned to him.
"I sent you back toward Gettysburg to report on our withdrawal,
Lieutenant Kenton," he said.
"Yes, sir. I returned all the way to the field. The last of our troops
should be leaving there just about now. The Northern army had made no
preparation for immediate pursuit."
"Your report agrees with all the others that I have received. How long
have you been without sleep?"
"I don't know, sir," he said at last. "I can't remember. Maybe it has
been two or three days."
Stuart, who held a cup of coffee in his hand, laughed. "The times have
been such that there are generals as well as lieutenants," he said,
"who can't remember when they've slept."
"You're exhausted, my lad," said Lee gravely and kindly, "and there's
nothing more you can do for us just now. Take some breakfast with us,
and then you must sleep in one of the wagons. An orderly will look after
Lee handed him a cup of coffee with his own hand, and Harry, thanking him,
withdrew to the outer fringe of the little group, where he took his
breakfast, amazed to find how hungry he was, although he had not thought
of food before. Then without a word, as he saw that the generals were
engrossed in a conference, he withdrew.
"You'll find Lieutenant Dalton of the staff in the covered wagon over
there," said the orderly who had taken his horse. "The general sent him
to it more'n two hours ago."
"Then I'll be inside it in less than two minutes," said Harry.
But with rest in sight he collapsed suddenly. His head fell forward of
its own weight. His feet became lead. Everything swam before his eyes.
He felt that he must sleep or die. But he managed to drag himself to the
wagon and climbed inside. Dalton lay in the center of it so sound asleep
that he was like one dead. Harry rolled him to one side, making room for
himself, and lay down beside him. Then his eyes closed, and he, too,
slept so soundly that he also looked like one dead.
He was awakened by Dalton pulling at him. The young Virginian was
sitting up and looking at Harry with curiosity. He clapped his hands
when the Kentuckian opened his eyes.
"Now I know that you're not dead," he said. "When I woke up and found
you lying beside me I thought they had just put your body in here for
safekeeping. As that's not the case, kindly explain to me and at once
what you're doing in my wagon."
"I'm waking up just at present, but for an hour or two before that I was
"Hour or two? Hour or two? Hear him! An orderly who I know is no liar
told me that you got in here just after dawn. Now kindly lift that
canvasflap, look out and tell me what you see."
Harry did as he was told, and was amazed. The same rolling landscape
still met his eyes, and the sun was just about as high in the sky as
it was when he had climbed into the wagon. But it was in the west now
instead of the east.
"See and know, young man!" said Dalton, paternally. "The entire day
has elapsed and here you have lain in ignorant slumber, careless of
everything, reckless of what might happen to the army. For twelve hours
General Lee has been without your advice, and how, lacking it, he has
got this far, Heaven alone knows."
"It seems that he's pulled through, and, since I'm now awake, you can
hurry to him and tell him I'm ready to furnish the right plans to stop
the forthcoming Yankee invasion."
"They'll keep another day, but we've certainly had a good sleep, Harry."
"Yes, a provision or ammunition wagon isn't a bad place for a wornout
soldier. I remember I slept in another such as this in the Valley of
Virginia, when we were with Jackson."
He stopped suddenly and choked. He could not mention the name of Jackson,
until long afterward, without something rising in his throat.
The driver obscured a good deal of the front view, but he suddenly turned
a rubicund and smiling face upon them.
"Waked up, hev ye?" he exclaimed. "Wa'al it's about time. I've looked
back from time to time an' I wuzn't at all shore whether you two gen'rals
wuz alive or dead. Sometimes when the wagon slanted a lot you would roll
over each other, but it didn't seem to make no diffunce. Pow'ful good
sleepers you are."
"Yes," said Harry. "We're two of the original Seven Sleepers."
"I don't doubt that you are two, but they wuz more'n seven."
"How do you know?"
"'Cause at least seven thousand in this train have been sleepin' as hard
as you wuz. I guess you mean the 'rig'nal Seventy Thousand Sleepers."
Harry's spirits had returned after his long sleep. He was a lad again.
The weight of Gettysburg no longer rested upon him. The Army of Northern
Virginia had merely made a single failure. It would strike again and
again, as hard as ever.
"It's true that we've been slumbering," he said, "but we're as wide awake
now as ever, Mr. Driver."
"My name ain't Driver," said the man.
"Then what is it?"
"Jones, Dick Jones, which I hold to be a right proper name."
"Not romantic, but short, simple and satisfying."
"I reckon so. Leastways, I've never wanted to change it. I'm from No'th
Calliny, an' I've been followin' Bobby Lee a pow'ful long distance from
home. Fine country up here in Pennsylvany, but I'd ruther be back in
them No'th Calliny mountains. You two young gen'rals may think it's an
easy an' safe job drivin' a wagon loaded with ammunition. But s'pose you
have to drive it right under fire, as you most often have to do, an' then
if a shell or somethin' like it hits your wagon the whole thing goes off
kerplunk, an' whar are you?"
"It's a sudden an' easy death," said Dalton, philosophically.
"Too sudden an' too easy. I don't mind tellin' you that seein' men
killed an' wounded is a spo't that's beginnin' to pall on me. Reckon
I've had enough of it to last me for the next thousand years. I've
forgot, if I ever knowed, what this war wuz started about. Say, young
fellers, I've got a wife back thar, a high-steppin', fine-lookin' gal not
more'n twenty years old--I'm just twenty-five myself, an' we've got a
year-old baby the cutest that wuz ever born. Now, when I wuz lookin' at
that charge of Pickett's men, an' the whole world wuz blazin' with fire,
an' all the skies wuz rainin' steel and lead, an' whar grass growed
before, nothin' but bayonets wuz growin' then, do you know what I seed
"What was it?" asked Harry.
"Fur a secon' all that hell of fire an' smoke an' killin' would float
away, an' I seed our mountain, with the cove, an' the trees, an' the
green grass growin' in it, an' the branch, with the water so clear you
could see your face in it, runnin' down the center, an' thar at the head
of the cove my cabin, not much uv a buildin' to look at, no towerin'
mansion, but just a stout two-room log cabin that the snows an' hails of
winter can't break into, an' in the door wuz standin' Mary with the hair
flyin' about her face, an' her eyes shinin', with the little feller in
her arms, lookin' at me 'way off as I come walkin' fast down the cove
toward 'em, returnin' from the big war."
There was a moment's silence, and Dalton said gruffly to hide his
"Dick Jones, by the time this war is over, and you go walking down the
cove toward your home, a man with mustache and side whiskers will come
forward to meet you, and he'll be that son of yours."
But Dick Jones cheerfully shook his head.
"The war ain't goin' to last that long," he said confidently, "an' I
ain't goin' to git killed. What I saw will come true, 'cause I feel it
"There ought to be a general law forbidding a man with a young wife and
baby to go to a war," said Harry.
"But they ain't no sich law," said Dick Jones, in his optimistic tone,
"an' so we needn't worry 'bout it. But if you two gen'rals should happen
along through the mountains uv western No'th Calliny after the war I'd
like fur you to come to my cabin, an' see Mary an' the baby an' me.
Our cove is named Jones' Cove, after my father, an' the branch that runs
through it runs into Jones' Creek, an' Jones' Creek runs into the Yadkin
River an' our county is Yadkin. Oh, you could find it plumb easy,
if two sich great gen'rals as you wuzn't ashamed to eat sweet pertaters
an' ham an' turkey an' co'n pone with a wagon driver like me."
Harry saw, despite his playful method of calling them generals, that he
was thoroughly in earnest, and he was more moved than he would have been
willing to confess.
"Too proud!" he said. "Why, we'd be glad!"
"Mebbe your road will lead that way," said Jones. "An' ef you do,
jest remember that the skillet's on the fire, an' the latch string is
hangin' outside the do'."
The allusion to the mountains made Harry's mind travel far back, over
an almost interminable space of time now, it seemed, when he was yet a
novice in war, to the home of Sam Jarvis, deep in the Kentucky mountains,
and the old, old woman who had said to him as he left: "You will come
again, and you will be thin and pale, and in rags, and you will fall at
the door. I see you coming with these two eyes of mine."
A little shiver passed over him. He knew that no one could penetrate
the future, but he shivered nevertheless, and he found himself saying
"It's likely that I'll return through the mountains, and if so I'll look
you up at that home in the cove on the brook that runs into Jones' Creek."
"That bein' settled," said Jones, "what do you gen'rals reckon to do jest
now, after havin' finished your big sleep?"
"Your wagon is about to lose the first two passengers it has ever
carried," replied Harry. "Orderlies have our horses somewhere. We
belong on the staff of General Lee."
"An' you see him an' hear him talk every day? Some people are pow'ful
lucky. I guess you'll say a lot about it when you're old men."
"We're going to say a lot about it while we're young men. Good-by,
Mr. Jones. We've been in some good hotels, but we never slept better
in any of them than we have in this moving one of yours."
"Good-by, you're always welcome to it. I think Marse Bob is on ahead."
The two left the wagon and took to a path beside the road, which was
muddy and rutted deeply by innumerable hoofs and wheels. But grass and
foliage were now dry after the heavy rains that followed the Battle of
Gettysburg, and the sun was shining in late splendor. The army, taking
the lack of pursuit and attack as proof that the enemy had suffered as
much as they, if not more, was in good spirits, and many of the men sang
their marching songs. A band ahead of them suddenly began to play mellow
music, "Partant Pour La Syrie," and other old French songs. The airs
became gay, festive, uplifting to the soul, and they tickled the feet of
the young men.
"The Cajun band!" exclaimed Harry. "It never occurred to me that they
weren't all dead, and here they are, playing us into happiness!"
"And the Invincibles, or what's left of them, won't be far away," said
They walked on a little more briskly and beside them the vast length of
the unsuccessful army still trailed its slow way back into the South.
The sun was setting in uncommon magnificence, clothing everything in a
shower of gold, through which the lilting notes of the music came to
Harry and Dalton's ears. Presently the two saw them, the short, dark men
from far Louisiana, not so many as they had been, but playing with all
the fervor of old, putting their Latin souls into their music.
"And there are the Invincibles just ahead of them!" exclaimed Dalton.
"The two colonels have left the wagon and are riding with their men.
See, how erect they sit."
"I do see them, and they're a good sight to see," said Harry. "I hope
they'll live to finish that chess game."
"And fifty years afterward, too."
A shout of joy burst from the road, and a tall young man, slender,
dark and handsome, rushed out, and, seizing the hands of first one and
then the other, shook them eagerly, his dark eyes glittering with happy
"Kenton! Dalton!" he exclaimed. "Both alive! Both well!"
It was young Julien de Langeais, the kinsman of Lieutenant-Colonel Hector
St. Hilaire, and he too was unhurt. The lads returned his grasp warmly.
They could not have kept from liking him had they tried, and they
certainly did not wish to try.
"You don't know how it rejoices me to see you," said Julien, speaking
very fast. "I was sad! very sad! Some of my best friends have perished
back there in those inhospitable Pennsylvania hills, and while the band
was playing it made me think of the homes they will never see any more!
Don't think I'm effusive and that I show grief too much, but my heart has
been very heavy! Alas, for the brave lads!"
"Come, come, de Langeais," said Harry, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"You've no need to apologize for sorrow. God knows we all have enough
of it, but a lot of us are still alive and here's an army ready to fight
again, whenever the enemy says the word."
"True! True!" exclaimed de Langeais, changing at once from shadow to
sunshine. "And when we're back in Virginia we'll turn our faces once
more to our foe!"
He took a step or two on the grass in time to the music which was now
that of a dance, and the brilliant beams of the setting sun showed a face
without a care. Invincible youth and the invincible gayety of the part
of the South that was French were supreme again. Dalton, looking at him,
shook his Presbyterian head. Yet his eyes expressed admiration.
"I know your feelings," said Harry to the Virginian.
"Well, what are they?"
"You don't approve of de Langeais' lightness, which in your stern code
you would call levity, and yet you envy him possession of it. You don't
think it's right to be joyous, without a care, and yet you know it would
be mighty pleasant. You criticize de Langeais a little, but you feel it
would be a gorgeous thing to have that joyous spirit of his."
"You're pretty near the truth," he said. "I haven't known de Langeais
so very long, but if he were to get killed I'd feel that I had lost a
"So would I."
Two immaculate youths, riding excellent horses, approached them, and
favored them with a long and supercilious stare.
"Can the large fair person be Lieutenant Kenton of the staff of the
commander-in-chief?" asked St. Clair.
"It can be and it is, although we did not think to see him again so soon,"
replied Happy Tom Langdon, "and the other--I do not allude to de Langeais--
is that spruce and devout young man, Lieutenant George Dalton, also of
the staff of the commander-in-chief."
"Why do we find them in such humble plight, walking on weary feet in a
path beside the road?"
"For the most excellent reason in the world, Arthur."
"And what may that reason be, Tom?"
"Because at last they have come down to their proper station in life,
just as surely as water finds its level."
"But we'll not treat them too sternly. We must remember that they also
serve who walk and wait."
But St. Clair and Langdon, their chaff over, gave them happy greeting,
and told them that the two colonels would be rejoiced to see them again,
if they could spare a few minutes before rejoining their commander.
"And here is an orderly with both your horses," said St. Clair, "so,
under the circumstances, we'll sink our pride and let you ride with us."
De Langeais, with a cheerful farewell until the next day, returned to his
command, and Harry and Dalton, mounting, were in a few minutes beside
the Invincibles. Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector
St. Hilaire turned their horses from the road into the path and saluted
them with warmth.
"We caught a glimpse of you just after our departure, Harry," said
Colonel Talbot, "but we did not know what had happened since. There is
always a certain amount of risk attending the removal of a great army."
"I am glad, Leonidas, that you used the word 'removal' to describe our
operations after our great victory at Gettysburg," said Lieutenant-
Colonel St. Hilaire. "I have been feeling about for the right word or
phrase myself, but you have found it first."
"Do you think it was a victory, sir?" asked Harry.
"Undoubtedly. We have won several vast and brilliant triumphs, but this
is the greatest of them all. We have gone far into the enemy's country,
where we have struck him a terrible blow, and now, of our own choice--
understand it is of our own choice--we withdraw and challenge him to come
and repeat on our own soil our exploit if he can. It is like a skilled
and daring prize fighter who leaps back and laughingly bids his foe come
on. Am I not right, Leonidas?"
"Neither Aristotle nor Plato was ever more right, Hector, old friend.
Usually there is more to a grave affair than appears upon the surface.
We could have gone on, after the battle, to Philadelphia, had we chosen,
but it was not alone a question of military might that General Lee had to
decide. He was bound to give weight to some very subtle considerations.
You boys remember your Roman history, do you not?"
"Fragments of it, sir," replied Harry.
"Then you will recall that Hannibal, a fine general, to be named worthily
with our great Lee so far as military movements are concerned, after
famous victories over greatly superior numbers of Romans, went into camp
at Capua, crowded with beauty, wine and games, and the soldiers became
enervated. Their fiber was weakened and their bodies softened. They
were quicker to heed the call to a banquet than the call to arms."
"Unless it was the arms of beauty, Leonidas."
"Well spoken, Hector. The correction is most important, and I accept it.
But to take up again the main thread of my discourse. General Lee
undoubtedly had the example of the Carthaginian army and Capua in mind
when he left Gettysburg and returned toward the South. Philadelphia is a
great city, far larger and richer than any in our section. It is filled
with magnificent houses, beautiful women, luxury of every description,
ease and softness. Our brave lads, crowned with mighty exploits and
arriving there as conquerors, would have been received with immense
admiration, although we are official enemies. And the head of youth is
easily turned. The Army of Northern Virginia, emerging from Philadelphia,
to achieve the conquest of New York and Boston would not be the army that
it is to-day. It would lack some of that fire and dash, some of the
extraordinary courage and tenacity which have enabled it to surpass the
deeds of the veterans of Hannibal and Napoleon."
"But, sir, I've heard that the people of Philadelphia are mostly Quakers,
very sober in dress and manner."
"Harry, my lad, when you've lived as long as I have you will know that a
merry heart may beat beneath a plain brown dress, and that an ugly hood
cannot wholly hide a sweet and saucy face. The girls--God bless 'em--
have been the same in all lands since the world began, and will continue
so to the end. While this war is on you boys cannot go a-courting,
either in the North or South. Am I not right, Hector, old friend?"
"Right, as always, Leonidas. I perceive, though, that the sun is about
to set; not a new thing, I admit, but we must not delay our young friends,
when the general perhaps needs them."
"Well spoken again, Hector. You are an unfailing fount of wisdom.
Good night, my brave lads. Not many of the Invincibles are left, but
every one of them is a true friend of you both."
As they rode across the darkening fields Harry and Dalton knew that the
colonel spoke the truth about the Invincibles.
"I like a faith such as theirs," said Dalton.
"Yes, it can often turn defeat into real victory."
They quickly found the general's headquarters, and as usual, whenever the
weather permitted, he had made arrangements to sleep in the open air,
his blankets spread upon soft boughs. Harry and Dalton, having slept
all day, would be on night duty, and after supper they sat at a little
distance, awaiting orders.
Coolness had come with the dark. A good moon and swarms of bright stars
rode in the heavens, turning the skies to misty silver, and softening the
scars of the army, which now lay encamped over a great space. Lee was
talking with Stuart, who evidently had just arrived from a swift ride,
as an orderly near by was holding his horse, covered with foam. The
famous cavalryman was clothed in his gorgeous best. His hat was heavy
with gold braid, and the broad sash about his waist was heavy with gold,
also. Dandy he was, but brilliant cavalryman and great soldier too!
Both friend and foe had said so.
Harry, sitting on the grass, with his back against a tree, watched the
two generals as they talked long and earnestly. Now and then Stuart
nervously switched the tops of his own high riding boots with the little
whip that he carried, but the face of Lee, revealed clearly in the near
twilight, remained grave and impassive.
After a long while Stuart mounted and rode away, and Sherburne, who had
been sitting among the trees on the far side of the fire, came over and
joined Harry and Dalton. He too was very grave.
"Do you know what has happened?" he said in a low tone to the two lads.
"Yes, there was a big battle at Gettysburg, and as we failed to win it
we're now retreating," replied Harry.
"That's true as far as it goes, but it's not all. We've heard--and
the news is correct beyond a doubt--that Grant has taken Vicksburg and
Pemberton's army with it."
"Good God, Sherburne, it can't be so!"
"It shouldn't be so, but it is! Oh, why did Pemberton let himself be
trapped in such a way! A whole army of ours lost and our greatest
fortress in the West taken! Why, the Yankee men-of-war can steam up the
Mississippi untouched, all the way from the Gulf to Minnesota."
Harry and Dalton were appalled, and, for a little while, were silent.
"I knew that man Grant would do something terrible to us," Harry said at
last. "I've heard from my people in Kentucky what sort of a general he
is. My father was at Shiloh, where we had a great victory on, but Grant
wouldn't admit it, and held on, until another Union army came up and
turned our victory into defeat. My cousin, Dick Mason, has been with
Grant a lot, and I used to get a letter from him now and then, even if he
is in the Yankee army. He says that when Grant takes hold of a thing he
never lets go, and that he'll win the war for his side."
"Your cousin may be right about Grant's hanging on," said Dalton with
sudden angry emphasis, "but neither he nor anybody else will win this war
for the Yankees. We've lost Vicksburg, and an army with it, and we've
retreated from Gettysburg, with enough men fallen there to make another
army, but they'll never break through the iron front of Lee and his
"Hope you're right," said Sherburne, "but I'm off now. I'm in the saddle
all night with my troop. We've got to watch the Yankee cavalry. Custer
and Pleasanton and the rest of them have learned to ride in a way that
won't let Jeb Stuart himself do any nodding."
He cantered off and the lads sat under the trees, ready for possible
orders. They saw the fire die. They heard the murmur of the camp sink.
Lee lay down on his bed of boughs, other generals withdrew to similar
beds or to tents, and the two boys still sat under the trees, waiting and
watching, and never knowing at what moment they would be needed.
THE NORTHERN SPY
But the night remained very quiet. Harry and Dalton, growing tired of
sitting, walked about the camp, and looked again to their horses, which,
saddled and bridled, were nevertheless allowed to nip the grass as best
they could at the end of their lariats. The last embers of the fire
went out, but the moon and stars remained bright, and they saw dimly the
sleeping forms of Lee and his generals. Harry, who had seen nothing
strange in Meade's lack of pursuit, now wondered at it. Surely when the
news of Vicksburg came the exultant Army of the Potomac would follow,
and try to deliver a crushing blow.
It was revealed to him as he stood silent in the moonlight that a gulf
had suddenly yawned before the South. The slash of Grant's sword in the
West had been terrible, and the wound that it made could not be cured
easily. And the Army of Northern Virginia had not only failed in its
supreme attempt, but a great river now flowed between it and Virginia.
If the Northern leaders, gathering courage anew, should hurl their masses
upon Lee's retreating force, neither skill nor courage might avail to
save them. He suddenly beheld the situation in all its desperation;
he shivered from head to foot.
Dalton saw the muscles of Harry's face quivering, and he noticed a pallor
that came for an instant.
"I understand," he said. "I had thought of it already. If a Northern
general like Lee or Stonewall Jackson were behind us we might never get
back across the Potomac. It's somewhat the same position that we were in
"But we've no Stonewall Jackson now to help us."
Again that lump rose in Harry's throat. The vision of the sober figure
on Little Sorrel, leading his brigades to victory, came before him,
but it was a vision only.
"It's strange that we've not come in contact with their scouts or
cavalry," he said. "In that fight with Pleasanton we saw what horsemen
they've become, and a force of some kind must be hanging on our rear."
"If it's there, Sherburne and his troop will find it."
"I think I can detect signs of the enemy now," said Harry, putting his
glasses to his eyes. "See that hill far behind us. Can't you catch the
gleam of lights on it?"
"I think I can," replied Dalton, also using glasses. "Four lights are
there, and they are winking, doubtless to lights on another hill too far
away for us to see."
"It shows that the enemy at least is watching, and that while we may
retreat unattacked it will not be unobserved. Hark! do you hear that,
George? It's rifle shots, isn't it?"
"Yes, and a lot of 'em, but they're a long distance away. I don't think
we could hear 'em at all if it were not night time."
"But it means something! There they go again! I believe it's a heavy
skirmish and it's in the direction in which Sherburne rode."
"The general's up. It's likely that one of us will be sent to see what
it's all about."
General Lee and his whole staff had risen and were listening attentively.
The faint sound of many shots still came, and then a sharper, more
penetrating crash, as if light field guns were at work. The commander
beckoned to Harry.
"Ride toward it," he said briefly, "and return with a report as soon as
Harry touched his cap, sprang upon his horse and galloped away. He knew
that other messengers would be dispatched also, but, as he had been sent
first, he wished to arrive first. He found a path among the trees along
which he could make good speed, and, keeping his mind fixed on the firing,
he sped forward.
Thousands of soldiers lay asleep in the woods and fields on either side
of him, but the thud of the horse's hoofs awakened few of them. Nor did
the firing disturb them. They had fought a great battle three days long,
and then after a tense day of waiting under arms, they had marched hard.
What to them was the noise made by an affair of outposts, when they had
heard so long the firing of a hundred and fifty thousand rifles and three
or four hundred big guns? Not one in a hundred stood up to see.
The country grew rougher, and Harry was compelled to draw his horse down
to a walk. But the firing, a half-mile or more ahead, maintained its
volume, and as he approached through thick underbrush, being able to find
no other way, he dismounted and led his horse. Presently he saw beads of
flame appearing among the bushes, seen a moment, then gone like a firefly,
and as he went further he heard voices. He had no doubt that it was the
Southern pickets in the undergrowth, and, calling softly, he received
A rifleman, a tall, slender fellow in ragged butternut, appeared beside
him, and, recognizing Harry's near-gray uniform as that of an officer,
"They're dismounted cavalry on the other side of a creek that runs along
over there among the bushes. I don't think they mean any real attack.
They expect to sting us a little an' find out what we're about."
"Seems likely to me too. They aren't strong enough, of course, for an
attempt at rushing us. What troops are in here in the woods on our side?"
"Captain Sherburne's cavalry, sir. They're a bit to our right, an'
they're dismounted too. You'll find the captain himself on a little
knoll about a hundred yards away."
"Thanks," said Harry, and leading his horse he reached the knoll, to find
the rifleman's statement correct. Sherburne was kneeling behind some
bushes, trying with the aid of glasses and moonlight to pick out the
"That you, Harry?" he said, glancing back.
"Yes, Captain. The general has sent me to see what you and the rest of
you noisy fellows are doing."
"Shooting across a creek at an enemy who first shot at us. It's only
under provocation that we've roused the general and his staff from sleep.
Use your glasses and see what you can make out in those bushes on the
other side! Keep down, Harry! For Heaven's sake keep down! That bullet
didn't miss you more than three inches. You wouldn't be much loss to the
army, of course, but you're my personal friend."
"Thanks for your advice. I intend to stay so far down that I'll lie
He meant to keep his word, too. The warning had been a stern one.
Evidently the sharpshooters who lay in the thickets on the Union side of
the creek were of the first quality.
"There's considerable moonlight," whispered Sherburne, "and you mustn't
expose an inch of your face. I take it that we have Custer's cavalry
over there, mixed with a lot of scouts and skirmishers from the Northwest,
Michigan and Wisconsin, most likely. They're the boys who can use the
rifles in the woods. Had to do it before they came here, and they're a
bad lot to go up against."
"It's a pretty heavy fire for a mere scouting party. If they want to
discover our location they can do it without wasting so much powder and
"I think it's more than a scout. They must have discovered long since
just where we are. I imagine they mean to shake our nerve by constant
buzzing and stinging. I fancy that Meade and his generals after deciding
not to pursue us have changed their minds, perhaps under pressure from
Washington, and mean to cut us off if they can."
"A little late."
"But not too late. We're still in the enemy's country. The whole
population is dead against us, and we can't make a move that isn't known
within an hour to the Union leaders. I tell you, Harry, that if we
didn't have a Lee to lead I'd be afraid that we'd never get out of
"But we have a Lee and the question is settled. What a volley that was!
Didn't you feel the twigs and leaves falling on your face?"
"Yes, it went directly over our heads. It's a good thing we're lying so
close. Perhaps they intend to force a passage of the creek and stampede
at least a portion of our camp."
"And you're here to prevent it."
"I am. They can't cross that creek in face of our fire. We're good
night-hawks. Every boy in the South knows the night and the woods,
and here in the bush we're something like Indians."
"I'm the descendant of a famous Indian fighter myself," said Harry.
And there, surrounded by deep gloom and danger, the spirit of his mighty
ancestor, the great Henry Ware, descended upon him once more. An orderly
had taken their horses to the rear, where they would be out of range of
the bullets, and, as they crouched low in the bushes, Sherburne looked
curiously at him.
Harry's face as he turned from the soldier to the Indian fighter of old
had changed. To Sherburne's fascinated gaze the eyes seemed amazingly
vivid and bright, like those of one who has learned to see in the dark.
The complexion was redder--Henry Ware had always burned red instead of
brown--like that of one who sleeps oftener in the open air than in a
house. His whole look was dominant, compelling and fierce, as he leaned
on his elbows and studied the opposing thickets through his glasses.
The glasses even did not destroy the illusion. To Sherburne, who had
learned Harry's family history, the great Henry Ware was alive, and in
the flesh before him. He felt with all the certainty of truth that the
Union skirmishers in the thicket could not escape the keen eyes that
sought them out.
"I can see at least twenty men creeping about among the bushes, and
seeking chances for shots," whispered Harry.
"I knew that you would see them."
It was Harry's turn to give a look of curiosity.
"What do you mean, Captain?" he asked.
"I knew that you had good eyes and I believed that with the aid of the
glasses you would be able to trace figures, despite the shelter of the
bushes. Study the undergrowth again, will you, Harry, and tell me what
more you can see there?"
"I don't need to study it. I can tell at one look that they're gathering
a force. Maybe they mean to rush the creek at a shallow place."
"Is that force moving in any direction?"
"Yes, it's going down the creek."
"Then we'll go down the creek with it. We mustn't be lacking in
Sherburne drew a whistle from his pocket and blew a low call upon it.
Scores of shadowy figures rose from the undergrowth, and followed his
lead down the stream. Harry was still able to see that the force on the
other side was increasing largely in numbers, but Sherburne reminded him
that his duties, as far as the coming skirmish was concerned, were over.
"General Lee didn't send you here to get killed," he said. "He wants you
instead to report how many of us get killed. You know that while the
general is a kind man he can be stern, too, and you're not to take the
risk. The orderly is behind that hill with your horse and mine."
Harry, with a sigh, fell back toward the hill. But he did not yet go
behind it, where the orderly stood. Instead he lay down among the trees
on the slope, where he could watch what was going forward, and once more
his face turned to the likeness of the great Indian fighter.
He saw Sherburne's dismounted troop and others, perhaps five hundred in
all, moving slowly among the bushes parallel with the stream, and he saw
a force which he surmised to be of about equal size, creeping along in
the undergrowth on the other side. He followed both bodies with his
glasses. With long looking everything became clearer and clearer.
The moonlight had to him almost the brilliancy of day.
His eyes followed the Union force, until it came to a point where the
creek ran shallow over pebbles. Then the Union leader raised his sword,
uttered a cry of command, and the whole force dashed at the ford.
The cry met its response in an order from Sherburne, and the thickets
flamed with the Southern rifles.
The advantage was wholly with the South, standing on the defense in dark
undergrowth, and the Union troop, despite its desperate attempts at the
ford, was beaten back with great loss.
Harry waited until the result was sure, and then he walked slowly over
the hill toward the point, where the orderly was waiting with the horses.
The man, who knew him, handed him the reins of his mount, saying at the
"I've a note for you, sir."
"Yes, sir. It was handed to me about fifteen minutes ago by a large man
in our uniform, whom I didn't know."
"Probably a dispatch that I'm to carry to General Lee."
"No, sir. It's addressed to you."
The note was written in pencil on a piece of coarse gray paper, folded
several times, but with a face large enough to show Harry's name upon it.
He wondered, but said nothing to the sentinel, and did not look at the
note again, until he had ridden some distance.
He stopped in a little glade where the moonlight fell clearly. He still
heard scattered firing behind him, but he knew that the skirmish was
in reality over, and he concluded that no further attempt by Union
detachments to advance would be made in the face of such vigilance.
He could report to General Lee that the rear of his army was safe.
So he would delay and look at the letter that had come to him out of the
The superscription was in a large, bold hand, and read:
LIEUTENANT HARRY KENTON,
STAFF OF GENERAL ROBERT E. LEE, C. S. A.,
ARMY OF NORTHERN VIRGINIA.
He felt instinctively that something uncommon was coming, and, as most
people do when they are puzzled at the appearance of a letter, he looked
at it some seconds before opening it. Then he read:
I have warned you twice before, once when Jefferson Davis was inaugurated
at Montgomery, and once again in Virginia. I told you that the South
could never win. I told you that she might achieve brilliant victories,
and she may achieve them even yet, but they will avail her nothing.
Victories permit her to maintain her position for the time being, but
they do not enable her to advance. A single defeat causes her to lose
ground that she can never regain.
I tell you this as a warning. Although your enemy, I have seen you more
than once and talked with you. I like you and would save your life if I
could. I would induce you, if I could, to leave the army and return to
your home, but that I know to be impossible. So, I merely tell you that
you are fighting for a cause now lost. Perhaps it is pride on my part to
remind you that my early predictions have come true, and perhaps it is
a wish that the thought I may plant in your mind will spread to others.
You have lost at Gettysburg a hope and an offensive that you can never
regain, and Grant at Vicksburg has given a death blow to the Western half
of the Confederacy.
As for you, I wish you well.
WILLIAM J. SHEPARD.
Harry stared in amazement at this extraordinary communication, and read
it over two or three times. He was not surprised that Shepard should
be near, and that he should have been inside the Confederate lines, but
that he should leave a letter, and such a letter, for him was uncanny.
His first feeling, wonder, was succeeded by anger. Did Shepard really
think that he could influence him in such a way, that he could plant in
his mind a thought that would spread to others of his age and rank and
weaken the cause for which he fought? It was a singular idea, but
Shepard was a singular man.
But perhaps pride in recalling the prediction that he had made long ago
was Shepard's stronger motive, and Harry took fire at that also. The
Confederacy was not beaten. A single defeat--no, it was not a defeat,
merely a failure to win--was not mortal, and as for the West, the
Confederacy would gather itself together there and overwhelm Grant!
Then came a new emotion, a kind of gratitude to Shepard. The man was
really a friend, and would do him a service, if it could be done, without
injuring his own cause! He could not feel any doubt of it, else the spy
would not have taken the risk to send him such a letter. He read it for
the last time, then tore it into little pieces which he entrusted to the
The firing behind him had died completely, and there was no sound but the
rustle of dry leaves in the light wind, nothing to tell that there had
been sharp fighting along the creek, and that men lay dead in the forest.
The moon and the stars clothed everything in a whitish light, that seemed
surcharged with a powerful essence, and this essence was danger.
The spirit of the great forest ranger descended upon him once more,
and he read the omens, all of which were sinister. He foresaw terrible
campaigns, mighty battles in the forest, and a roll of the dead so long
that it seemed to stretch away into infinity.
Then he shook himself violently, cast off the spell, and rode rapidly
back with his report. Lee had risen and was standing under a tree.
He was fully dressed and his uniform was trim and unwrinkled. Harry
thought anew as he rode up, what a magnificent figure he was. He was
the only great man he ever saw who really looked his greatness. Nothing
could stir that calm. Nothing could break down that loftiness of manner.
Harry was destined to feel then, as he felt many times afterward, that
without him the South had never a chance. And the choking came in his
throat again, as he thought of him who was gone, of him who had been the
right arm of victory, the hammer of Thor.
But he hid all these feelings as he quickly dismounted and saluted the
"What have you seen, Lieutenant Kenton?" asked Lee.
"A considerable detachment of the enemy tried to force the passage of
the creek in our right rear. They were met by Captain Sherburne's troop
dismounted, and three companies of infantry, and were driven back after a
"Very good. Captain Sherburne is an alert officer."
He turned away, and Harry, giving his horse to an orderly, again resumed
his old position under a tree, out of hearing of the generals, but in
sight. Dalton was not there, but he knew that skirmishing had occurred
in other directions, and doubtless the Virginian had been sent on an
errand like his own.
He had a sense of rest and realization as he leaned back against the
tree. But it was mental tension, not physical, for which relief came,
and Shepard, much more than the battle at the creek, was in his thoughts.
The strong personality of the spy and his seeming omniscience oppressed
him again. Apparently he was able to go anywhere, and nothing could be
hidden from him. He might be somewhere in the circling shadows at that
very moment, watching Lee and his lieutenants. His pulses leaped.
Shepard had achieved an extraordinary influence over him, and he was
prepared to believe the impossible.
He stood up and stared into the bushes, but sentinels stood there,
and no human being could pass their ring unseen. Presently Dalton came,
made a brief report to General Lee and joined his comrade. Harry was
glad of his arrival. The presence of a comrade brought him back to earth
and earth's realities. The sinister shadows that oppressed him melted
away and he saw only the ordinary darkness of a summer night.
The two sat side by side. Dalton perhaps drew as much strength as Harry
from the comradeship, and they watched other messengers arrive with
dispatches, some of whom rolled themselves in their blankets at once,
and went to sleep, although three, who had evidently slept in the day,
joined Harry and Dalton in their vigil.
Harry saw that the commander-in-chief was holding a council at that hour,
nearer morning than midnight. A general kicked some of the pieces of
burned wood together and fanned them into a light flame, enough to take
away the slight chill that was coming with the morning. The men stood
around it, and talked a long time, although it seemed to Harry that Lee
said least. Nevertheless his tall figure dominated them all. Now and
then Harry saw his face in the starshine, and it bore its habitual grave
and impassive look.
The youth did not hear a word that was said, but his imaginative power
enabled him to put himself in the place of the commander-in-chief.
He knew that no man, however great his courage, could fail to appreciate
his position in the heart of a hostile country, with a lost field behind
him, and with superior numbers hovering somewhere in his rear or on
his flank. He realized then to the full the critical nature of their
position and what a mighty task Lee had to save the army.
One of his young comrades whispered to him that the Potomac, the barrier
between North and South, was rising, flooded by heavy rains in both
mountains and lowlands, and that a body of Northern cavalry had already
destroyed a pontoon bridge built by the South across it. They might be
hemmed in, with their backs to an unfordable river, and an enemy two or
three times as numerous in front.
"Don't you worry," whispered Dalton, with sublime confidence. "The
general will take us to Virginia."
Harry projected his imagination once more. He sought to put himself in
the place of Lee, receiving all the reports and studying them, trying to
measure space that could not be measured, and to weigh a total that could
not be weighed. Greatness and responsibility were compelled to pay
thrice over for themselves, and he was glad that he was only a young
lieutenant, the chief business of whom was to fetch and carry orders.
Shafts of sunlight were piercing the eastern foliage when the council
broke up, and shortly after daylight the Southern army was again on the
march, with Northern cavalry and riflemen hanging on its flanks and rear.
Harry was permitted to rejoin, for a while, his friends of the
Invincibles and he found Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel
Hector St. Hilaire riding very erect, a fine color in their faces.
"You come from headquarters, Harry, and therefore you are omniscient,"
said Colonel Talbot. "We heard firing in the night. What did it mean?"
"Only skirmishers, Colonel. I think they wanted to annoy us, but they
paid the price."
"Inevitably. Our general is as dangerous in retreat as in advance.
I fancy that General Meade will not bring up his lagging forces until
we near the Potomac."
"They say it's rising, sir, and that it will be very hard to cross."
"That creates a difficulty but not an impossibility. Ordinary men yield
to difficulties, men like our commander-in-chief are overcome only by
impossibilities. But the further we go, Harry, the more reconciled I
grow to our withdrawal. I have seen scarcely a friendly face among the
population. I would not have us thrust ourselves upon people who do not
like us. It would go very hard with our kindly Southern nature to have
to rule by force over people who are in fact our brethren. Defensive
wars are the just wars, and perhaps it will be really better for us to
retire to Virginia and protect its sacred soil from the tread of the
invader. Eh, Hector?"
"Right, as usual, Leonidas. The reasons for our retirement are most
excellent. We have already spoken of the fact that Philadelphia might
prove a Capua for our young troops, and now we are relieved from the
chance of appearing as oppressors. It can never be said of us by the
people of Pennsylvania that we were tyrants. It's an invidious task to
rule over the unwilling, even when one rules with justice and wisdom.
It's strange, perhaps, Leonidas, but it's a universal truth, that people
would rather be ruled by themselves in a second rate manner than by the
foreigner in a first rate manner. Now, the government of our states is
attacked by Northern critics, but such as it is, it is ours and it's our
first choice. Do we bore you, Harry?"
"Not at all, sir. I never listen to either you or Colonel Talbot without
The two colonels bowed politely.
"I have wished for some time to speak to you about a certain matter,
Hector," said Colonel Talbot.
"What is it, Leonidas?"
"During the height of that tremendous artillery fire from Little Round
Top I was at a spot where I could see the artillerymen very well whenever
the smoke lifted. Several times, I noticed an officer directing the
fire of the guns, and I don't think I could have been mistaken in his
"No, Leonidas, you were not. I too observed him, and we could not
possibly be mistaken. It was John Carrington, of course."
"Dear old John Carrington, who was with us at West Point, the greatest
artilleryman in the world. And he was facing us, when the fortunes of
the South were turning on a hair. If any other man had been there,
directing those guns, we might have taken Cemetery Hill."
"That's true, Leonidas, but it was not possible for any other man to be
in such a place at such a time. Granting that such a crisis should arise
and that it should arise at Gettysburg you and I would have known long
before that John would be there with the guns to stop us. Why, we saw
that quality in him all the years we were with him at West Point.
The world has never seen and never will see another such artilleryman as
"Good old John. I hope he wasn't killed."
"And I hope so too, from the bottom of my heart. But we'll know before
"How will you find out?" asked Harry curiously.
Both colonels laughed genially.
"Because he will send us signs, unmistakable signs," replied Colonel
"I don't understand, sir."
"His signs will be shells, shrapnel and solid shot. We may not have a
battle this week or next week, but a big one is bound to come some time
or other and then if any section of the Northern artillery shows uncommon
deadliness and precision we'll know that Carrington is there. Why,
we can recognize his presence as readily as the deer scents the hunter.
We'll have many notes to compare with him when the war is over."
Harry sincerely hoped that the three would meet in friendship around
some festive table, and he was moved by the affection and admiration the
two colonels held for Carrington. Doubtless the great artilleryman's
feelings toward them were the same.
They went into camp once more that night in a pleasant rolling country of
high hills, rich valleys, scattered forests, and swift streams of clear
water. Harry liked this Northern land, which was yet not so far from the
South. It was not more beautiful than his own Kentucky, but it was much
trimmer and neater than the states toward the Gulf. He saw all about
him the evidences of free labor, the proof that man worked more readily,
and with better results, when success or failure were all his own.
He was too young to spend much time in concentrated thinking, but as he
looked upon the neat Pennsylvania houses and farms and the cultivated
fields he felt the curse of black slavery in the South, but he felt also
that it was for the South itself to abolish it, and not for the armed
hand of the outsider, an outsider to whom its removal meant no financial
loss and dislocation.
Despite himself his mind dwelt upon these things longer than before.
He disliked slavery, his father disliked it, and nearly all their friends
and relatives, and here they were fighting for it, as one of the two
great reasons of the Civil War. He felt anew how strangely things come
about, and that even the wisest cannot always choose their own courses
as they wish them.
A fire, chiefly for cooking purposes, had been built for the general and
his staff in a cove surrounded by trees. A small cold spring gushed from
the side of a hill, flowed down the center of the cove, and then made its
way through the trees into the wider world beyond. It was a fine little
spring, and before the general came, the younger members of the staff
knelt and drank deeply at it. It brought thoughts of home to all these
young rovers of the woods, who had drunk a thousand times before at just
such springs as this.
Soon Lee and his generals sat there on the stones or on the moss.
Longstreet, Stuart, Pickett, Alexander, Ewell, Early, Hill and many
others, some suffering from wounds, were with their commander, while the
young officers who were to fetch and carry sat on the fringe in the woods,
or stretched themselves on the turf.
Harry was in the group, but except in extreme emergency he would not
be on duty that night, as he had already been twenty-four hours in the
saddle. Nevertheless he was not yet sleepy, and lying on his blanket,
he watched the leaders confer, as they had conferred every other night
since the Battle of Gettysburg. He was aware, too, that the air was
heavy with suspense and anxiety. He breathed it in at every breath.
Cruel doubt was not shown by words or actions, but it was an atmosphere
which one could not mistake.
Word had been brought in the afternoon by hard riders of Stuart that the
Potomac was still rising. It could not be forded and the active Northern
cavalry was in between, keeping advanced parties of the Southern army
from laying pontoons. Every day made the situation more desperate,
and it could not be hidden from the soldiers, who, nevertheless, marched
cheerfully on, in the sublime faith that Lee would carry them through.
Harry knew that if the Army of the Potomac was not active in pursuit its
cavalrymen and skirmishers were. As on the night before, he heard the
faint report of shots, and he knew that rough work was going forward
along the doubtful line, where the fringes of the two armies almost met.
But hardened so much was he that he fell asleep while the generals were
still in anxious council, and the fitful firing continued in the distant
THE FLOODED RIVER
Harry and Dalton were aroused before daylight by Colonel Peyton of Lee's
staff, with instructions to mount at once, and join a strong detachment,
ready to go ahead and clear a way. Sherburne's troop would lead.
The Invincibles, for whom mounts had been obtained, would follow.
There were fragments of other regiments, the whole force amounting to
about fifteen hundred men, under the command of Sherburne, who had been
raised the preceding afternoon to the rank of Colonel, and whose skill
and valor were so well known that such veterans as Colonel Talbot and
Lieutenant Colonel St. Hilaire were glad to serve under him. Harry and
Dalton would represent the commander-in-chief, and would return whenever
Colonel Sherburne thought fit to report to him.
Harry was glad to go. While he had his periods of intense thought,
and his character was serious, he was like his great ancestor,
essentially a creature of action. His blood flowed more swiftly with the
beat of his horse's hoofs, and his spirits rose as the free air of the
fields and forests rushed past him. Moreover he was extremely anxious to
see what lay ahead. If barriers were there he wanted to look upon them.
If the Union cavalry were trying to keep them from laying bridges across
the Potomac he wanted to help drive them away.
Harry and Dalton had a right as aides and messengers of Lee to ride with
Sherburne, but before they joined him they rode among the Invincibles,
who were in great feather, because they too, for the time being, rode,
and toiled in neither dust nor mud.
"Colonel Sherburne may think a good deal of his own immediate troop,"
said St. Clair to Harry, "but if the men of the Invincibles could achieve
so much on foot they'll truly deserve their name on horseback. Where is
this enemy of ours? Lead us to him."
"You'll find him soon enough," said Harry. "You South Carolina talkers
have learned many times that the Yankees will fight."
"Yes, Harry, I admit it freely. But you must admit on your part that the
South Carolinians will fight as well as talk, although at present most of
the South Carolinians in this regiment are Virginians."
"But not our colonel and lieutenant-colonel," said Happy Tom. "Real old
South Carolina still leads."
"May they always lead!" said Harry heartily, looking at the two gray
"Tell Colonel Sherburne," said Happy Tom, who was in splendid spirits,
"that we congratulate him on his promotion and are ready to obey him
"All right. He'll be glad to know that he has your approval."
"He might have the approval of worse men. I feel surging within me the
talents of a great general, but I'm too young to get 'em recognized."
"You'll have to wait until the sections are not fighting each other,
but are united against a common foe. But meanwhile I'll tell Colonel
Sherburne that if he gets into a tight pinch not to lose heart as you are
Saluting Colonel Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, Harry and
Dalton rode to the head of the column, where Sherburne led. They ate
their breakfast on horseback, and went swiftly down a valley in the
general direction of the Potomac. The dawn had broadened into full
morning, clear and bright, save for a small cloud that hung low in the
southwest, which Sherburne noticed with a frown.
"That's a little cloud and it looks innocent," he said to Harry, "but I
don't like it."
"Because in the ten minutes that I've been watching it I've been able to
notice growth. I'm weather-wise and we may have more rain. More rain
means a higher Potomac. A higher Potomac means more difficulty in
crossing it. More difficulty in crossing it means more danger of our
destruction, and our destruction would mean the end of the Confederacy."
He spoke with deadly earnestness as he continued to look at the tiny
dusky spot on the western sky. Harry had a feeling of awe. Again he
realized that such mighty issues could turn upon a single hair. The
increase or decrease of that black splotch might mean the death or life
of the Confederacy. As he rode he watched it.
His heart sank slowly. The little baby cloud, looking so harmless,
was growing. He said to himself in anger that it was not, but he knew
that it was. Black at the center, it radiated in every direction until
it became pale gray at the edges, and by and by, as it still spread,
it gave to the southwest an aspect that was distinctly sinister.
Sherburne shook his head and the gravity of his face increased. As the
cloud grew alarm grew with it in his mind.
"Maybe it will pass," said Harry hopefully.
"I don't think so. It's not moving away. It just hangs there and grows
and grows. You're a woodsman, Harry, and you ought to feel it. Don't
you think the atmosphere has changed?"
"I didn't have the courage to say so until you asked me, but it's damper.
If I were posing as a prophet I should say that we're going to have rain."
"And so should I. Usually at this period of the year in our country we
want rain, but now we dread it like a pestilence. At any other time the
Potomac could rise or fall, whenever it pleased, for all I cared, but now
it's life and death."
"Our doubts are decided and we've lost. Look, sir the whole southwest is
"And here come the first drops!"
Sherburne sent hurried orders among the men to keep their ammunition and
weapons dry, and then they bent their heads to the storm which would beat
almost directly in their faces. Soon it came without much preliminary
thunder and lightning. The morning that had been warm turned cold and
the rain poured hard upon them. Most of the horsemen were wet through in
a short time, and they shivered in their sodden uniforms, but it was a
condition to which they were used, and they thought little of themselves
but nearly all the while of the Potomac.
Few words were spoken. The only sounds were the driving of the rain and
the thud of many hoofs in the mud. Harry often saw misty figures among
the trees on the hills, and he knew that they were watched by hostile
eyes as the Northern armies in Virginia, were always watched with the
same hostility. It was impossible for Lee's men to make any secret
march. The population, intensely loyal to the Union, promptly carried
news of it to Meade or his generals.
Twice he pointed out the watchers to Sherburne who merely shrugged his
"I might send out men and cut off a few of them," he said, "but for what
good? Hundreds more would be left and we'd merely be burdened with
useless prisoners. Here's a creek ahead, Harry, and look how muddy and
foamy it is! It's probably raining harder higher up in the hills than
it is here, and all these creeks and brooks go to swell the Potomac."
The swift water rose beyond their stirrups and there was a vast splashing
as fifteen hundred men rode through the creek. It was a land of many
streams, and a few miles farther on they crossed another, equally swollen
They had hoped that the rain, like the sudden violence of a summer shower,
would pass soon, but the skies remained a solid gray and it settled into
a steady solemn pour, cold and threatening, and promising to continue all
day long. They could see that every stream they crossed was far above
its normal mark, and the last hope that they might find the Potomac low
enough for fording disappeared.
The watchers on the hills were still there, despite the rain, but they
did no sharpshooting. Nor did the Southern force do damage to anybody or
anything, as it passed. Near noon Sherburne resolved to build a fire in
a cove protected by cliffs and heavy timber, and give his men warm food
lest they become dispirited.
It was a task to set the wet wood, but the men of his command, used to
forest life, soon mastered it. Then they threw on boughs and whole tree
trunks, until a great bonfire blazed and roared merrily, thrusting out
innumerable tongues of red and friendly flame.
"Is there anything more beautiful than a fine fire at such a time?"
said St. Clair to Harry. "As it blazes and eats into the wood it
crackles and those crackling sounds are words."
"What do the words say?"
"They say, 'Come here and stand before me. So long as you respect me and
don't come too close I'll do you nothing but good. I'll warm you and
I'll dry you. I'll drive the wet from your skin and your clothes,
and I'll chase the cold out of your body and bones. I'll take hold of
your depressed and sunken heart and lift it up again. Where you saw only
gray and black I'll make you see gold and red. I'll warm and cook your
food for you, giving you fresh life and strength. With my crackling
coals and my leaping flames I'll change your world of despair into a
world of hope.'"
"Hear! Hear!" said Happy Tom. "Arthur has turned from a sodden soldier
into a giddy poet! Is any more poetry left in the barrel, Arthur?"
"Plenty, but I won't turn on the tap again to-day. I've translated for
you. I've shown you where beauty and happiness lie, and you must do the
rest for yourself."
They crowded about the huge fire which ran the entire length of the cove,
and watched the cooks who had brought their supplies on horseback.
Great quantities of coffee were made, and they had bacon and hard
Although the rain still reached them in the cove they forgot it as they
ate the good food--any food was good to them--and drank cup after cup of
hot coffee. Youthful spirits rose once more. It wasn't such a bad day
after all! It had rained many times before and people still lived.
Also, the Potomac had risen many times before, but it always fell again.
They were riding to clear the way for Lee's invincible army which could
go wherever it wanted to go.
"Men on horseback looking at us!" hailed Happy Tom. "About fifty on a
low hill on our right. Look like Yankee cavalrymen. Wonder what they
take us for anyway!"
Harry, St. Clair, Langdon and Dalton walked to the edge of the cove,
every one holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand. Sherburne was already
there and with his glasses was examining the strange group, as well as he
could through the sweeping rain.
"A scouting party undoubtedly," he said, "but weather has made their
uniforms and ours look just about alike. It's equally certain though
that they're Yankees. No troop of ours so small would be found here."
Harry was also watching them through glasses, and he took particular note
of one stalwart figure mounted upon a powerful horse. The distance was
too great to recognize the face, but he knew the swing of the broad
shoulders. It was Shepard and once more he had the uneasy feeling winch
the man always inspired in him. He appeared and reappeared with such
facility, and he was so absolutely trackless that he had begun to appear
to him as omniscient. Of course the man knew all about Sherburne's
advance and could readily surmise its purpose.
"They're an impudent lot to sit there staring at us in that supercilious
manner," said Colonel Talbot. "Shall I take the Invincibles, sir,
and teach them a lesson?"
Sherburne smiled and shook his head.
"No, Colonel," he said, "although I thank you for the offer. They'd melt
away before you and we'd merely waste our energies. Let them look as
much as they please, and now that the boys have eaten their bread and
bacon and drunk their coffee, and are giants again, we'll ride on toward
"Do we reach it to-day, sir?" asked Colonel Talbot.
"Not before to-morrow afternoon, even if we should not be interrupted.
This is the enemy's country and we may run at any time into a force as
large as our own if not larger."
"Thank you for the information, Colonel Sherburne. My ignorance of
geography may appear astonishing to you, although we had to study it very
hard at West Point. But I admit my weakness and I add, as perhaps some
excuse, that I have lately devoted very little attention to the Northern
states. It did not seem worth my time to spend much study on the rivers,
and creeks and mountains of what is to be a foreign country--although I
may never be able to think of John Carrington and many other of my old
friends in the army as the foreigners they're sure to become. Has the
thought ever occurred to you, Colonel, that by our victories we're making
a tremendous lot of foreigners in America?"
"It has, Colonel Talbot, but I can't say that the thought has ever been a
particularly happy one."
"It's the Yankees who are being made into foreigners," said Lieutenant-
Colonel St. Hilaire. "The gallant Southern people, of course, remain
what they are."
"They're going," said Harry. "They've seen enough of us."
The distant troop disappeared over the crest of the hill. Harry had
noticed that Shepard led the way as if he were the ruling spirit, but he
did not consider it necessary to say anything to the others about him.
The trumpet blew and Sherburne's force, mounting, rode away from the
cove. Harry cast one regretful glance back at the splendid fire which
still glowed there, and then resigned himself to the cold and rain.
They did not stop again until far in the night. The rain ceased, but the
whole earth was sodden and the trees on the low ridge, on which Sherburne
camped, dripped with water. Spies might be all around them, but for the
sake of physical comfort and the courage that he knew would come with it,
he ordered another big fire built. Vigilant riflemen took turns in
beating up the forests and fields for possible enemies, but the young
officers once more enjoyed the luxury of the fire. Their clothing was
dried thoroughly, and their tough and sinewy frames recovered all their
strength and elasticity.
"To enjoy being dry it is well to have been wet," said Dalton
"That's just like you, you old Presbyterian," said Happy Tom. "I suppose
you'll argue next that you can't enjoy Heaven unless you've first burned
in the other place for a thousand years."
"There may be something in that," said Dalton gravely, "although the test,
of course, would be an extremely severe one."
"I know which way you're headed, George."
"Then tell me, because I don't know myself."
"As soon as this war is over you'll enter the ministry, and no sin will
get by you, not even those nice little ones that all of us like to
"Maybe you're right, Happy, and if I do go into the ministry I shall
at once begin long and earnest preparation for the task which would
necessarily be the most difficult of my life."
"And may I make so bold as to inquire what it is, George?"
"Your conversion, Happy."
"But why do you want to convert me, George? I'm perfectly happy as I am."
"For your own well being, Tom. Your happiness is nothing to me, but I
want to make you good."
Both laughed the easy laugh of youth, but Harry looked long at Dalton.
He thought that he detected in him much of the spirit of Stonewall
Jackson, and that here was one who had in him the makings of a great
minister. The thought lingered with him.
St. Clair was carefully smoothing out his uniform and brushing from it
the least particle of mud. His first preoccupation always asserted
itself at the earliest opportunity, and in a very short time he was the
neatest looking man in the entire force. Harry, although he often jested
with him about it, secretly admired this characteristic of St. Clair's.
"You boys sleep while you can," said Sherburne, "because we can't afford
to linger in this region. Our safety lies in rapid marching, giving the
enemy no chance to gather a large force and trap us. Make the best of
your time because we're up and away an hour after midnight."
The young officers were asleep within ten minutes, but the vigilant
riflemen patrolled the country in a wide circuit about them. Sherburne
himself, although worn by hard riding, slept but little. Anxiety kept
his eyes open. He knew that his task to find a passage for the army
across the swollen Potomac was of the utmost importance and he meant to
achieve it. He understood to the full the dangerous position in which
the chief army of the Confederacy stood. His own force might be attacked
at any moment by overwhelming numbers and be cut off and destroyed or
captured, but he also knew the quality of the men he led, and he believed
they were equal to any task.
As he sat by the fire thinking somberly, a figure in the brush no great
distance away was watching him. Shepard, the spy, in the darkness had
passed with ease between the sentinels, using the skill of an Indian in
stalking or approaching, and now, lying well hidden, almost flat upon his
stomach, he surveyed the camp. He looked at Sherburne, sitting on a log
and brooding, and he made out Harry's figure wrapped in a blanket and
lying with his feet to the fire.
Shepard's mind was powerfully affected. An intense patriot, something
remote and solitary in his nature had caused him to undertake this most
dangerous of all trades, to which he brought an intellectual power and
comprehension that few spies possess. As Harry had discovered long since,
he was a most uncommon man.
Now Shepard as he gazed at this little group felt no hatred for them or
their men. He had devoted his life to the task of keeping the Union
intact. His work must be carried out in obscure ways. He could never
hope for material reward, and if he perished it would be in some
out-of-the-way corner, perhaps at the end of a rope, a man known to so
few that there would be none to forget him. And yet his patriotism was
so great and of such a fine quality that he viewed his enemies around the
fire as his brethren. He felt confident that the armies of the North
would bring them back into the Union, and when that occurred they must
come as Americans on an equal footing with other Americans. They could
not be in the Union and not of it.
But Shepard's feeling for his official enemies would not keep him from
acting against them with all the skill, courage and daring that he
possessed in such supreme measure. He knew that it was Sherburne's task
to open a way for the Army of Northern Virginia to the Potomac and to
find a ford, or, in cooperation with some other force, to build a bridge.
It was for him to defeat the plan if he could.
While the rain all the day before had brought gloom to the hearts of
Sherburne and his men it had filled his with joy, as he thought of the
innumerable brooks and creeks that were pouring their swollen waters into
the Potomac, already swollen too. He meant now to follow Sherburne's
force, see what plan it would attempt, what point, perhaps, it would
select for the bridge, and then bring the Union brigades in haste to
It is said that men often feel when they are watched, although the
watcher is invisible, but it was not so in Sherburne's case. He did not
in the least suspect the presence of Shepard or of any foe, and the spy,
after he had seen all he wished, withdrew, with the same stealth that had
marked his coming.
An hour after midnight all were awakened and they rode away. The next
day they reached the Potomac near Williamsport, where their pontoon
bridge had been destroyed, and looked upon the wide stream of the Potomac,
far too deep for fording.
"If General Lee is attacked on the banks of this river by greatly
superior forces," said Sherburne, "he'll have no time to build bridges.
If we didn't happen to be victorious our forces would have to scatter
into the mountains, where they could be hunted down, man by man."
"But such a thing as that is unthinkable, sir," said Harry. "We may not
win always, but here in the East we never lose. Remember Antietam and
the river at our back."
"Right you are, Harry," said Sherburne more cheerfully. "The general
will get us out of this, and here is where we must cross. The river may
run down enough in two or three days to permit of fording. God grant
that it will!"
"And so say I!" repeated Harry with emphasis.
"I mean to hold this place for our army," continued Sherburne.
"A reserved seat, so to speak."
"Yes, that's it. We must keep the country cleared until our main
force comes up. It shouldn't be difficult. I haven't heard of any
considerable body of Union troops between us and the river."
They made camp rapidly in a strong position, built their fires for
cooking, set their horses to grazing and awaited what would come.
It was a dry, clear night, and Harry, who had no duties, save to ride
with a message at the vital moment, looked at once for his friends,
St. Clair met him and held up a warning hand, while Happy touched his lip
with his finger. Before the double injunction of silence and caution,
"A tragedy," replied St. Clair.
"And a victory, too," said Happy Tom.
"I don't understand," said Harry.
"Then look and you will," said St. Clair.
He pointed to a small clear space in which Colonel Leonidas Talbot and
Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire sat on their blankets facing each
other with an empty cracker box between them, upon which their chess men
were spread. The firelight plainly revealed a look of dismay upon the
face of Colonel Talbot, and with equal plainness a triumphant expression
upon that of Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire.
"Colonel Talbot has lost his remaining knight," whispered St. Clair.
"I don't know how it came about, but when the event occurred we heard
them both utter a cry. Listen!"
"I fail even yet, Hector, to see just how it occurred." said Colonel
"But it has occurred, Leonidas, and that's the main thing. A general in
battle does not always know how he is whipped, but the whipping hurts
just as much."
"You should not show too much elation over your triumph, Hector.
Remember that he laughs best who laughs last."
"I take my laugh whenever I can, Leonidas, because no one knows who is
going to laugh last. It may be that he who laughs in the present will
also laugh at the end. What do you mean by that move, Leonidas?"
"That to you is a mystery, Hector. It's like one of Stonewall Jackson's
flanking marches, and in due time the secret will be revealed with
"Pshaw, Leonidas, you can't frighten a veteran like me. That for your
move, and here's mine in reply."
The two gray heads bent lower over the board as the colonels made move
after move. The youths standing in the shadow of the trees watched until
the second time that night the two uttered a simultaneous cry. But they
were very different in quality. Now Colonel Talbot's expressed victory
and Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire's consternation.
"Your bishop, Hector!" exclaimed Colonel Talbot. "Pious and able
gentleman as he is, an honor to his cloth, he is nevertheless my captive."
"I admit that it was most unexpected, Leonidas. You have matched my
victory with one of yours. It was indeed most skillful and I don't yet
see what led to it."