We should have else desired your good advice(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow,Is't far you ride?—Shakespeare.
We should have else desired your good advice(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow,Is't far you ride?—Shakespeare.
We should have else desired your good advice(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow,Is't far you ride?—Shakespeare.
We should have else desired your good advice
(Which still hath been both grave and prosperous)
In this day's council; but we'll take to-morrow,
Is't far you ride?—Shakespeare.
The Union army, or rather a portion of it, was encamped at Warsaw, waiting for the completion of the Osage river bridge, which was being built by the soldiers, at that point. The division under the command of acting Major-General Sigel, had succeeded, after an extraordinary effort, in reaching the west side of the river, but it was impossible to convey the heavy trains which accompanied the army across, without something more than the small scow, which was termed a ferry-boat, and plying between Warsaw and the opposite shore.
The divisions under the command of McKinstry, Hunter, and Pope, had not yet arrived. Therefore the troops occupying Warsaw and its vicinity, numbered only about ten or twelve thousand. Under the incessant toil of the soldiers, who labored day and night, it was expected that the bridge would be complete by the time the rear divisions of the army arrived.
As a matter of prudence, it was deemed necessary to keep the rebel hosts in ignorance with regard to the situation of our forces. It was not expected that they would advance upon us, although many expressed a desire that it should be so, believing that Price would never meet our entire army, and that farther pursuit of that general was altogether fruitless. This opinion, however, was not general, and the more experienced officers were of the opinion that a few days would bring a great and decisive battle, but had perfect confidence in our complete success. They felt, that if the rebel leader possessed one particle ofpride, hemustmake a stand, after the oft-repeated oaths that he had taken, to meet and overwhelm the federal troops.
Spies were reporting each day, that Price had sworn to meet, and give us battle; but the opinion among this class seemed to be, that he would fall back to the Arkansas line, and make a junction with Texan troops, said to be on the march toward Missouri. Many reports were circulated with regard to the strength of the rebel army, some saying it numbered over seventy thousand, while others declared there were not over thirty thousand armed men connected with it.
But the general commanding the Union forces, placing little reliance upon the statement of those spies, whom he believed couldbe bought upon either side by the highest bidder, determined to send known and trusty men into the very camp of Price. The delay of the army would afford sufficient time for doing so. It soon became known throughout camp that the general wished the services of some two or three daring spirits, for a dangerous enterprise, althoughwhatthe nature of this enterprise might be, was not known, or whether the officers required were to take soldiers with them or go alone.
The headquarters of our army were situated on the hill at the upper and east side of Warsaw. The tent of General Fremont, which was of the Sibley pattern, modest and unassuming in its appearance, stood in the edge of an oak grove, near the house of the rebel judge Brown. In no way was it distinguishable from others which surrounded it, except that before the door, there was a single soldier of the body-guard, with drawn sword, acting as sentinel. Adjoining the general's tent were others of the same pattern, which were occupied by his staff. On the slope above, and almost concealed from view among the trees, was the encampment of the sharpshooters and the Benton cadets.
The reader will follow me along the main road, and passing headquarters some twenty rods, will see, on a parallel with the street, a line of tents, which were the staff officers' of the cadets. Just before reaching these we will turn a little to the left, and proceed for a short distance down a narrow lane. At the extreme right of the cadets' camp, stands a tent, of precisely the same appearance as those surrounding it, the entire regiment occupying the kind known as the Fremont tent. Let us enter.
It is occupied at this time by four men, who, by their uniforms, are at once recognized as officers. Two of these officers display the rank of captain, by their shoulder-straps, the other two that of first lieutenant. The dark blue and bullion of one of these lieutenants indicate a staff officer. He is the regimental adjutant.
"William Nettleton!" called one of the officers.
"Here, captain," was the ready response.
"Bring more coffee!"
"Yes, captain."
And away started the person addressed as Nettleton.
It will be necessary to give a brief description of this personage, as he is to play a conspicuous part in the following events. He was in height, about six feet. His neck was very long, his hair nearly white—not from age, but naturally so; his brows and eyelashes of the same color, his eyes were of a light green, his mouth large and gaping, his teeth extending like a battering ram, his form very lank and lean, his legs immensely long and thin, and very knock-kneed, and his feet—oh! ye gods,—such feet. They were about the shape of his own knapsack, and almost as large, and his legs seemed to join the feet exactly in the middle, extending as far to the rear as front. And when he walked, one would almost fancy that at every step he would fall to pieces. In fact, he looked unlike man or animal, and at first sight he might have been taken for a deformed idiot. But whoever supposed him as such, on a very short acquaintance would discover their mistake. He had been detached from his company as the captain's servant, was very much attached to him, and delighted in being called the "captain's body guard."
In a moment his voice was heard exclaiming:
"Here, ye darn lazy skunks, you; what for did you let this fire go out? Captain wants some more coffee, and now it's all cold, darn ye."
A burst of laughter followed this, as the adjutant remarked:
"Captain, you have a jewel in that fellow."
"Yes, but a rough one."
"A decided character, I wish you would transfer him to me."
"Not for his weight in gold. I have adopted him," replied the captain.
"I will wager my commission, he will fight!"
"I intend to try him!"
"In what way?"
"I will tell you presently. But, let us talk of other matters now. You heard what the colonel said?"
"Ye darn lazy skunks you!"
"William's voice again!" replied the adjutant, laughing, which was joined in by the four officers present.
"Perhaps William's address to his squadmightapply to us, for we have done very little lately. But, the colonel tells me that Fremont wants some one to—"
"Go to the devil!" again shouted William. He was, of course, addressing himself to the cook and boys who surrounded him, and who were always teazing the fellow, and of course took all he said or did in good part.
"William is apt in answers, if replying to us, captain. At all events,thatreply was more apropos than the first," said the adjutant.
"To go on some important service. I expect," continued the captain, "it is to visit the camp of Price as a spy. There has nothing been said about the men going with us, or with the officer who may volunteer to go, and of course the general would not expect an officer of the cadets to take men from other regiments, and ours are all engaged in building the bridge."
"Have you received any definite order?"
"Yes, and I at once sent for you all. The order includes our names, and we are to report to the general at four o'clock. It is now two."
"Anything to relieve this present monotony. I for one am tired of it. I came to Missouri to fight, and not to run. True, we are runningafterPrice, but that does not satisfy me. I confess that I am ambitious, and I want to do something that will bring my name prominently before the world; and I want—"
"Coffee, sir," said William, entering the tent.
"Go on, adjutant William, place the coffee upon the table. You were saying that you want—"
"Whiskey, sir," again repeated William, as he handed a bottle toward his captain, which he had taken from the mess-chest.
"William, be quiet; don't speak again," said the captain.
"I won't, captain, but I heard the adjutant say he wanted something, and I thought of course it was the black bottle."
"Silence, Nettleton."
"I will, captain. Shall I make it hot?"
"Nettleton, will you shut your mouth?"
"I can't, captain, my teeth are too long."
"Go after some wood for my fire, William. Take your squad with you."
"Yes, captain."
In a moment Nettleton was heard calling:
"Here, ye darn lazy skunks you, captain wants some wood. Come, be quick, or I will have you all in the guard-house."
"Now, adjutant, what were you going to say?"
"Merely, that I want my parents, my relatives, to feel that I have done something that they may be proud of me!"
"Adjutant, that is a natural impulse of the human heart. But this is not your only motive?" The captain fixed a piercing look upon him. He bent his head for a moment and was silent. At that instant the band struck up the Star-Spangled Banner.
"No!" cried the adjutant, springing to his feet. "That isnotmy only motive. I thoughtyouknew me better. It is true I love my father and my mother, my brothers and sisters, and it would gratify my pride if I could return home after this war is over, an acknowledged hero; but, I love my country, and while I enjoy the self-satisfaction derived from great deeds, I desire my country should derive all the benefits. It may be passion with me—this love of country—but I trust it is principle. My fathers fought, and I should hate myself if I had so far degenerated as to fight from selfish motives, orfearto fight. From youth I have dreamed of battle-fields, and glory for myself, never thinking it would be in this, our own America, that my first battle would be fought. But it is so, and my manhood views differ somewhat from those of childhood. Now I long for the battle-field, and my country's glory!"
"I have no doubt of your loyalty, Harry," replied the captain. "Neither do I doubt your love for your friends and your country. But you have just returned from the camp of Price, and, if I mistake not, you love that camp."
Harry did not reply. The two other officers gazed upon the adjutant with a look of surprise, and then turning to the captain, one of them said:
"Love for the camp of Price!"
"Oh don't be alarmed, gentlemen. You know the good book tells us that where the treasure is, there the heart will be."
"These are strange words; however, explain."
"Why, can you not guess?"
"Relatives there!"
"No! that is, not at present. How soon a relativemaybe there is quite another thing."
"Come—come, captain, explain."
"Why, look at Harry's face; you can find the explanation there. What but love, and love for thesoftersex, ever made a man like Harry grow pale and melancholy. You have not heard him sing 'Noble Republic' recently, have you? You know the free bird never sings when its mate has been caught and caged."
"Caughtandcaged! Why then if Harry really does love, it is not a rebel beauty?"
"I will answer that," cried Harry. "No, she is not a rebel beauty, but is, and ever has been a true Union girl. I call her girl, for she is so innocent, so artless, so beautiful, and yet she possesses firmness and resolution I never could have expected in one so young. I met her years ago in New York. She was then a little child, but I loved her even then. When I visited the camp of the rebels last week, what was my surprise to meet her. I learned her history, and I found she was detained as a prisoner. But it is growing late. In ten minutes we must meet the general. I will explain all this at some future time."
"Ah! here comes Nettleton. I want him," said the captain.
Nettleton entered the tent.
"William, tell me which you prefer: to serve in the ranks, or to act as my body-guard?"
"Why, captain, I want to remain just as I am. Why? You don't want to have me superceded, do you?"
"Oh! no; but why do you object to being in the ranks?"
"I can't turn round quick enough!"
"Why?"
"My feet are too big?"
"I am afraid, William, that you are a coward!"
"I don't think I am, captain!"
"If you were to meet the enemy in battle, would you run?"
"Which way?"
"Why,fromthe enemy."
"I suspect I should, captain!"
"Why, William, you said you were not a coward!"
"Well, I say so again!"
"Then why would you runfromthe enemy?"
"Why,I must follow my captain of course!"
"Good, Nettleton, good," shouted the listeners. "You are matched this time, captain." And all joined in the laugh.
"Well, William, I expect I shall go to-night, where there is some danger. Will you go with me?"
"Yes, captain."
"Think again, William. We may both be killed?"
"Oh! well, if we are onlybothkilled, I can serve you still?"
"Serve me! In what way?"
"By bringingcoal for your fire, instead of wood!"
"Come—come, William, no more of this levity. If you will go, or wish to go, you can do so. Saddle White Surry for yourself. Give my brown horse to Swasey's nigger! prepare my horse, and be ready in half an hour. Come, gentlemen, it is time to report to the general."
The four officers left the tent, and proceeded to the headquarters of the commanding officer. They were duly announced by the guard.
They entered the tent. The general wasseated at a small table, busy with his papers. But he rose instantly, and in a cordial manner, invited them to a seat.
"We report for orders, general," said the captain.
"Then you have resolved to undertake this task?" answered the general in an inquiring manner.
"Yes, although ignorant of its nature, we have resolved to attempt anything that may benefit our army and our cause. You have only to give your commands, to have them faithfully executed, if it is possible to do so!"
"I have no commands to give. That which I ask is a mere request, which you are at liberty to decline if you wish. Here are the directions. You, Captain Hayward, will act as you think best, so far as details are concerned, and will take command. If, however, after reading the directions contained in that envelope, you wish to decline the service, let me hear of it soon as convenient."
"You have our answer now. Good evening, general."
"Good evening, gentlemen."
The officers at once left the tent, and proceeded to that of the captain.
"Be seated," said Captain Hayward, as he opened the envelope. He glanced over its contents, and turning to his companions he said:
"We must disguise ourselves. It is as I suspected—we are to go to the camp of Price. I have in my possession one of the secesh uniforms, which formerly belonged to an officer. I shall wear it. You will dress in the plain homespun worn by the rebel soldiers."
"Where are we to procure them?"
"They will be sent to my tent in a few moments. The general has provided them. William Nettleton!"
"Yes, captain."
"Are our horses ready?"
"Yes, captain."
"Tell my cook to prepare rations for three days for six men. Take care that they are properly placed in our haversacks—then bring the horses around to my tent-door. Stay, here is a suit of clothing I wish you to put on, and wherever we go, understand you belong in Springfield, and have just left the hospital there. After we pass our lines, you know you are a rebel, so lay aside that rifle, and take the shot gun I gave you. 'Swasey's nigger' will not be armed at all. Go."
In a few moments the officers had changed their uniforms for the rougher dress. Their horses were brought up, and they at once took their leave of camp, followed by the negro and William Nettleton.
The Journey—The Cowardly Negro—Nettleton's Method—Meeting the Rebels—He will fight—Powder discovered—The Arrival.
The Journey—The Cowardly Negro—Nettleton's Method—Meeting the Rebels—He will fight—Powder discovered—The Arrival.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!Where got'st thou that goose look?—Shakespeare.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!Where got'st thou that goose look?—Shakespeare.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!Where got'st thou that goose look?—Shakespeare.
The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon!
Where got'st thou that goose look?—Shakespeare.
The party rode rapidly to the river, and were soon upon the opposite shore. Turning to the east, they passed along a narrow road which wound its course along the river's bank. For fifteen or twenty miles the horsemen did not pause, and not a word was spoken. At last Captain Hayward ordered a halt, and the party dismounted. The horses were secured to the surrounding trees, and Nettleton and the negro left to guard them.
"Come with me, comrades," said Hayward, as he took his course toward the river's bank.
In a moment they were seated by the side of the rapid Osage, entirely concealed by the thick growth of underbrush by which they were surrounded.
"It is better that our servants should not hear our conversation," remarked Hayward. "And now, gentlemen, we must lay our plans. I wish every one to speak freely. You know our object, of course."
"I know its nature; but perhaps you can give us details we are not acquainted with," answered Lieut. Elsler.
"They are merely the instructions previously given, with a trifling difference. We are to reach the camp of Price by noon to-morrow, or to-day, as I see it is after twelve o'clock," replied Hayward. "When we arrive within a mile of the outer pickets, we must conceal our horses, and leave the darkey to watch them. I shall walk boldly into the camp, and report myself to Price as an officer and messenger just arrived from McIntosh's command. Our colonel was in the same regiment with him, the 10th regulars, before this war broke out, and has given me an exact description of his person and peculiarities. To throw Price off his guard, and to prevent his questioning me too closely, I shall repeat some of the peculiar expressions of Mac, which, of course, Price will at once recognise, and that, together with my secesh uniform, will settle matters. I am to tell some story which will induce him to make a stand here, or to advance upon us at Warsaw; or, at least, to give us battle at Springfield. I shall tell Price that it is the advice of McIntosh to meet Fremont on the Osage, if possible, and say that the reason of this advice is, that Mac is in communication with one Marshall, an officer high in rank in the federal army, and that Marshall tells him the exact position of our forces. Of course our numbers are to be greatly underrated. The federals, I shall say, profess to have thirty-five thousand men,allanxious to fight, when in reality they have not more than twenty thousand, poorly armed, and mostly arrant cowards, who will run at the first discharge of the confederate guns. I shall tell Price that Mac has perfect confidence in the information received through his friend, and sent me forward at once to communicate with him. You must all remain concealed until I come to you. I shall remain in his camp until evening, get such information as I can with regard to his actual strength, and what he intends doing, and when the countersign for the night is given out, I shall manage to procure it, and then return to you. Our further plans we can then arrange."
"But, if there should already be some of the officers from McIntosh's department, present, and should declare you did not belong there!"
"It is not at all probable. Mac has not received any information at all."
"But you know Price has sent spies into our camp, and if any of them should be present and recognise you?"
"I must take the chances. If I do not return to you by eleven o'clock, you will know that I have been arrested."
"If ye are arrested we will go in and lick the nasty chaw-tobacker skunks, and get you out," said Nettleton, who had approached just in time to hear the last sentence.
"William, I told you to remain with the horses, did I not?"
"I know you did, captain, but you see I had to come and report myself under arrest."
"What have you been doing, William?"
"I've killed the nigger!"
"Not Swasey's nigger?"
"Yes, I have!"
"Why did you do that?"
"Why, captain, ye see the black sneak got skeered and turned almost white, and shivered like a poodle when he's going to ketch a licking. And sez I to him, you dog or rascal, what are you skeered about? And when he tried to speak his teeth rattled so that I thought it was a wagon coming over the mountain. Then he jumped on one of the horses and sez 'I'm g'wan back!' So I just tapped him on the head with the but of my gun, and I'll be blasted if the critter didn't get right off the horse and lay down without my telling him to do it. But, I didn't want to kill the black skin; I didn't think his pate was so soft. Niggers generally ain't."
"What was the fellow frightened about?"
"I don't know, captain, except it was the dark!"
The officers exchanged glances, and Hayward said in an under tone:
"It was just as I should have expected Nettleton to act!" Then turning to William he said:
"Go back to the horses, and don't kill any one else to-night!"
"I won't, captain, unless they are enemies or cowards," replied William, as he turned to depart.
"I would trust that fellow with my life," said Hayward, gazing after Nettleton.
"But you were saying, captain, if you did not return by eleven o'clock, we should know you were arrested. What shall we do in that case?"
"You can do nothing. Return to camp and leave me to my fate. However, I apprehend no such danger. But, Harry, you spoke of a beauty whom you love, and who is a prisoner. Have you anything to request? Perhaps we can serve you in this matter."
"Yes, Harry, we will try," replied Elsler; "but will you not give us the remaining portion of your adventure?"
"Have I time?" asked the adjutant, turning to the captain.
"Oh! yes,truelove affairs are usually short but sweet. I presume it will not take you very long to speak of bright eyes, ruby lips, flowing tresses, and soft whispers—sighs, and all that kind of nonsense. Go on."
"Captain, I knowyouthink lightly of love, but wait until you have seen Alibamo. You will love her, too. She is a being to love—beautiful as morning—gentle as a summer evening's breeze."
"Exactly, and so on indefinitely. Young ladies are always all this, and more, in young lovers' estimation. But give usfacts, Harry. She is a prisoner, and that interests me. Perhaps I can see her to-day, and give her some message from you, which will give her hopes of liberty."
"I have very little to say, but much to do. While I was with the scouting party some days since, I went to the camp of the rebels. I did not seek admittance within their lines, but from a commanding point I saw their whole army, although I could not form any correct estimate of their strength. As I was returning I met Alibamo, in company with a squad of soldiers who are acting as her guard. She recognized me at once, and was about to spring forward, when I raised my finger to my lips, in token of silence. She understood me. She knew I was not a rebel but the soldiers supposing me, from my rough, homespun clothing, to be one of their own friends, did not notice me, or observe the sign of recognition and silence which passed between myself and the lady. I spoke to the soldiers: 'Hold on a moment,' I said, 'if I am not greatly mistaken, I have met this beauty before in New Orleans.' As I spoke these words, I fixed my eyes upon her. I tried to look hatred. She understood me, and replied that she had met me before. 'And I loved you,' I said, 'but that love was of no avail. You left me. I determined to follow you, for revenge, but I did not know where you were. And now I meet you near my own camp. And you are a prisoner! Am I not revenged?'
"The soldiers heard every word I had spoken, and understood me just as I spoke. She then replied to me thus:
"'It is true we have met before, and you told me of your love. I turned from you, I scarcely knew why, but you were mistaken if you thought I did not love you. That I left the place where we first met was unavoidable. And because I left thus, you wish to revenge me! Well, you have your revenge. My father and my brother, most likely, have been murdered by rebels such as you. I am in the hands of a ruffian. I cannot escape—I meet you, and you taunt me! Well, youarerevenged!'
"Thus she briefly told me her story. I asked her if she could love me yet, and she replied she could. I pointed to a certain rock, and told her that, as soon as my duties would permit, I would meet her there. Of course I could not permit her to escape, and unless she would promise to remain, and become one of us, I could do nothing for her. One of the guard said she could not meet me there alone, as Branch would not allow it, but she might be permitted towalkif she chose to do so, in the evening, accompanied by the present guard. I thanked them, said I would let Alibamo know when I could come, and if they would keep the matter a secret, I would pay them well for it. I could afford to do that, as my father was rich. Believing me a rebel, they readily consented.
"Of course, you know my plans now, captain. Arrange all your affairs, and then communicate with Alibamo for me. Tell her to meet me at eleven o'clock at the place appointed. There will be a guard of twelve, captain. What say you?"
"We will rescue her!"
"Can we do it?"
"Nettletonalonecould do it! Why do you ask, canwe?"
"It is an individual hazard!"
"Your cause is ours, Harry. But come, it is time to continue our journey. It will be daylight before we reach our destination."
As they approached the spot where the horses were tied, they saw the negro standing erect, and Nettleton giving him advice which was as follows:
"Now look a here, 'Swasey's nigger,' you are a mean feller any how, and ain't much account no way. But, don't go and make a sneak of yourself by being such a milksop of a coward. Cos why? You see, I hit you on the head, and I thought you was killed. I didn't care much, no way, kase you're such a mean soldier, any way. But just behave yourself, and don't be a sneak any more, and I'll let ye live; but if you show the white feather, as captain calls it, you will find out that the captain's body-guard don't have any turn-tails abouthim; no, sir, Mr. Darkey!"
"I won't be coward no more, Massa Nettleton. Golly, don't I wish dis chile was brabe like you. But, ye see, Massa Nettleton, when dis chile gets in de woods, and de rebels are aroun', it makes his har stan' on end."
"Well, don't you do it no more, or I makeyoustand on end!"
"William Nettleton," called the captain.
"Yes, sir! want the horses?"
"Yes, William."
As the party mounted, and prepared to depart, Captain Hayward said:
"Why, William, you informed me that you had killed that gentleman of color. I see he is alive, and apparently unhurt."
"Why ye see, captain, his skull is so thick, it ain't so easily cracked. But, if you'll only just examine his skull, you'll find a lump there big enough for a breastwork."
"Do you think it has improved his condition?"
"I guess it knocked some of the fear out of his woolly top-piece, and if I have occasion to hit him again, I bet it will knock it all out."
"George, what are you afraid of?" asked Hayward, speaking to the negro.
"I'se most afeerd of Cap'n Nettleton, massa," replied the negro, as he opened his mouth and grinned.
"Did he hurt you very much?"
"Considerable much, massa cap'n. Golly, I thought the gun crack de skull, sure."
"But you are not afraid of the rebels, are you, George?"
"Not when I'se good way off!"
"Captain," said the adjutant, "we shall have trouble with this fellow. Had we not better send him back?"
"Perhaps it would be the best course."
"Oh! massa cap'n, don't send dis chile back alone. De rebels catch him, sure. And den, O Lord golly, dey whip me to strings,sure!"
"So they would. The best thing you can do is to keep quiet. We shall conceal our horses when we arrive within a few miles of the camp, and you must remain with them. If you do so, you will be safe, but if you attempt to return alone, you will be caught and whipped to death."
"Oh! golly! massa, dis chile will do just what massa cap'n tell him. But is ye gwan to lebe dis chile all stark, staring, breving alone?"
"All alone, George, and your only safety will be in keeping perfectly quiet so that you will not be discovered."
"Can't Massa Nettleton stay?"
"William," said Hayward, "give that fellow a lecture."
"Yes, captain. Look a here, you disgrace of your country," said Nettleton, as he rode up to the side of the negro, "look a here; if I hear you open your mouth again, I'll cram the muzzle of my gun down your throat, and then shoot it off. Lord wouldn't there be a splutterin of nigger!"
"I'se dumb, Cap'n Nettleton."
"Well, talk no more. Come, comrades, double quick."
Captain Hayward struck his horse and dashed forward, followed by the entire party.
It was about two o'clock in the morning, as they were riding rapidly along, when Nettleton rode up to the side of Captain Hayward and said:
"Captain, don't you see them sneaks ahead?"
The captain looked toward the spot indicated and replied:
"Stumps, you mean, William."
"No, golly massa, dem's no stumps; dem's hooman beins. Dar, don't you hear dat horse whinner?"
"Halt!" said Hayward. "Look to your pistols—have your swords ready—there are about twenty of them. They see us, and are awaiting our approach. It is too late to conceal ourselves. Forward!"
The party moved onward at a slackened pace. When they had arrived within forty yards of the horsemen, Captain Hayward said:
"Halt here a moment. I will ride forward."
In an instant he had reached them. He rode up carelessly and fearlessly.
"Halt!" cried the leader, addressing Hayward.
"To what purpose, sir?" demanded Hayward.
"For examination!" was the response.
"The moon is shining brightly. You can easily examine my face and uniform. But perhaps you prefer to examine these?" said Hayward, drawing his revolver with one hand and his sword with the other.
"Precisely!" was the reply, "unlessyoupass examination first."
"Well, sir, as I don't intend to submit myself to any such process, we will commence with these at once. Forward, boys!" shouted Hayward, turning to his own party, "here are a set of d——d home guards!"
Hayward was well satisfied that the party was no other than a portion of Price's army, and his rough allusion to the "home guards"was intended to impress them with the fact that he and his party were also of the rebel army. The ruse succeeded. As the remainder of Hayward's party were approaching, with drawn swords, the officer in command of the other squad, said:
"Don't trouble them. I think we are all cut from the same piece of cloth."
"Then you arenotwhat I suppose?" asked Hayward.
"We are of the confederate army, and have just come from camp."
"Indeed! then you need not fear us!" said Hayward, laughing. "That is, if you will give a good account of yourselves. Halt, boys, don't annihilate them."
The leader of the twenty joined in the laugh, as he saw the remaining five approach.
"Oh! Lord! massa," said the negro as he approached, "don't—don't—if dem's home guards we will be—"
Somehow in turning, just at that instant the gun which Nettleton carried, came in violent contact with the darkey's nose, which checked his further utterance.
"Yes, ye dam skunk, you maybe mighty glad them ain't home guards. If they was, you'd catch Jerusalem, I tell ye what, ye black rascal!"
The darkey did not appear to comprehend, but dared not speak.
"Whither bound, boys?" asked Hayward.
"Well," replied the leader, "we are going to scout around the federal camp a little, to find out what we can. I suppose we can get in, as we shall go separately, and if surprised, we shall pass as home guards. I fancy no difficulty, as you mistook us for such."
"Still, you must be very careful. These Yankees are very sharp, I am informed," replied Hayward.
"Well, if we are attacked we must do our best, of course. But we may not go as far as Warsaw. Our principal object is, to get some kegs of powder, which are buried on the Osage, just above—let me see."
The officer took a card from his pocket and read aloud:
"Just above Rapid creek, on the west bank, near a large oak tree, which is marked C. S. A."
"Powder! good! We are in need of it," answered Hayward. "By the by, I am out of powder—so are our entire party. Have you any to spare?"
"Oh! yes, here is a flask."
Hayward reached for his second pistol, and then looking up with surprise, he said:
"Why, I lost one of my weapons. Ah! I remember where we stopped,about two miles back, in the brush, by the river's side. Elsler, you have not ridden as far to-day as I have; won't you ride back and get it for me. You probably will find it on the ground where I was sitting. We will ride slow, so that you can easily overtake us."
"With pleasure, captain," replied Elsler, as he turned his horse, and rode rapidly away.
"I would go with you, captain," said Hayward, "were it not that I have important information to impart to General Price. By the by, captain, is my friend Branch with you now?"
"Yes—but you must have been absent some time not to be aware of his presence."
"Oh! I have not been with the general since the Lexington affair. I just came up from McIntosh's command. But why would I be particularly aware of his presence. Has Branch got himself into trouble?"
"Yes—he's caught a tartar!"
"Will a duel be the result?" asked Hayward, with apparent solicitude.
"Oh! he's already shot!"
"Injured badly?"
"O! no, that is, not mortally. He was only shot, as Mercutio says, 'with a white wench's black eye.' That's all."
"I don't exactly understand you," replied Hayward, feigning ignorance.
"Why, you see, Branch took a young gal prisoner, and has kept her in camp some time. At first he was harsh and done just about as he pleased—that is, he said about what he pleased. But he never couldn't come near the gal. She struck him once with a dagger when he tried to kiss her, and nearly killed him. During the time he was sick he fell in love in real earnest with the gal, and now she does anything she pleases,exceptleave. That she can't do, as Branch has detailed a guard to watch her, and although they are just as much in love with her as Branch is, they dare not let her escape."
"Indeed! She must be a fascinating creature. Is she in camp now?"
"Oh, yes; she has a tent to herself."
"What is her name?"
"I believe they call her Alibamo."
"She is a Spanish beauty, then?"
"That is her Christian name. But I believe sheisof Spanish origin."
"I must see this beauty," said Hayward, laughing.
"You had better look out for your heart."
"Oh! no danger. I am not susceptible. Here is a young gentleman who is, however. How is it, Harry, do you thinkyouwill love this—this—what is her name?"
"Alibamo."
"Alibamo! Yes—soft—musical—poetical. Will you love Alibamo, Harry?"
"Very likely, captain," replied the adjutant.
"Well, we must proceed. Good-by, captain. I hope you will secure the powder!"
The parties now separated, Captain Hayward and his friends riding leisurely forward, until the others were no longer to be seen.
"I guess he'll git that powder over the left," said Nettleton, grinning a smile that reminded one of a large hole in the mountain.
"Search for your revolver, captain.Perhapsyou have not lost it at all."
"I brought butone, and that is here. But never mind."
In the course of a few hours, the captain rode into a thick cluster of oaks, followed by his friends.
The horses were secured in a position where they were entirely concealed from view. The negro was instructed to watch them, and the others were to remain quiet until the return of Captain Hayward, provided he should return by twelve o'clock the following night. If not, they were to act as they thought best.
Hayward in Camp—The Spies—The Maiden Alibamo—The Interview with Price—The Perilous Situation.
Hayward in Camp—The Spies—The Maiden Alibamo—The Interview with Price—The Perilous Situation.
Columbia's sons! the heavens above usSent angels of glory, who brought down our stars!With part of heaven's blueWhich they gave Washington,And through him to you,When first you begunTo form our proud standard. Then lacking the bars,Columbia's daughters exclaimed, "Those who love usMust add to that portion with streams of their blood,Binding it to the blue and the stars, though a floodBe required." * * * * *Colonel Weeks.
Columbia's sons! the heavens above usSent angels of glory, who brought down our stars!With part of heaven's blueWhich they gave Washington,And through him to you,When first you begunTo form our proud standard. Then lacking the bars,Columbia's daughters exclaimed, "Those who love usMust add to that portion with streams of their blood,Binding it to the blue and the stars, though a floodBe required." * * * * *Colonel Weeks.
Columbia's sons! the heavens above usSent angels of glory, who brought down our stars!With part of heaven's blueWhich they gave Washington,And through him to you,When first you begunTo form our proud standard. Then lacking the bars,Columbia's daughters exclaimed, "Those who love usMust add to that portion with streams of their blood,Binding it to the blue and the stars, though a floodBe required." * * * * *Colonel Weeks.
Columbia's sons! the heavens above us
Sent angels of glory, who brought down our stars!
With part of heaven's blue
Which they gave Washington,
And through him to you,
When first you begun
To form our proud standard. Then lacking the bars,
Columbia's daughters exclaimed, "Those who love us
Must add to that portion with streams of their blood,
Binding it to the blue and the stars, though a flood
Be required." * * * * *Colonel Weeks.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning when Captain Hayward left his friends, and proceeded toward the camp of General Price, which was about four miles from the spot where the horses had been secured and the party concealed. Several of the picket guard were passed, who came at once to the shoulder arms and salute, as Hayward approached. He soon reached the guard-house. Here the inspection was a trifle more critical, although the captain passed within the lines without the slightest difficulty. He walked along as one familiar with the place, his eyes surveying each surrounding object at a single glance, and seeking, among the better class of tents, one which, by the rebel flag, he could recognize as headquarters. But he could not readily find the general's tent, concealed, as it was, among the trees. Soon, however, he met one of the rebels, wearing the shoulder-straps of captain, and his sash worn in the manner indicating an "officer of the day." Hayward saluted, and asked:
"Will you take me to the general's tent?"
"You are a stranger here?" asked the officer.
"Yes."
"You come from below?"
"From below Springfield—from McIntosh."
"Anything important?"
"Yes, but it is for the general's ear first. Ifhechooses to communicate with you, very well; but I shall not!"
"Oh! your pardon, sir. You will find the general's tent to the right, on the hill yonder, just in the edge of the woods. He is now examining a spy—an Indian!"
Hayward saluted the officer, and passed on toward the spot indicated. He had proceeded but a short distance, when he saw an Indian dart from among the trees, and run as if for life. Several shots were instantly fired after him, but without effect. It was but an instant before several horsemen appeared, and dashed after him at a furious speed. They passed Hayward, and were soon out of sight.
Hayward passed on, and soon reached the general's tent. He was informed by an orderly in attendance that Price had just left in pursuit of the Indian spy who had just escaped, and might be absent some time.
"These red devils are slippery as eels," said the orderly, "and I doubt if they can overtake him."
"Well, I am in no particular hurry," replied Hayward. "I come from McIntosh with messages for the general, and I will await his return here."
"Then you are a stranger in our camp?"
"Yes, I have just arrived!"
"Well, sit down. Take a cigar—and here is some excellent brandy. Help yourself."
"You appear to be well provided for," said Hayward, lighting a cigar.
"Better with drink than anything else. But I can offer you something to eat, such as it is."
"Thank you, orderly; but I was well supplied at a farm-house this morning. However, I will drink with you. Fill, and we will drink to the general, and success to our cause!"
"I will drink that in a pint bumper," said the orderly, as he drained his glass.
"That is excellent," said Hayward.
"Take another."
"I don't care if I do!"
"Still another!"
"I don't care if I do!" replied Hayward again, in a singular tone.
"Oh! you have been with McIntosh, sure," said the Orderly, who made himself very familiar with his new acquaintance. He had evidently been already very familiar with the brandy, and was getting very drunk. "I should know you had drank with Mac many a time. That is always his reply, and we use it all over the camp—Don't care if I do," and the orderly drained his glass again. Hayward pretended to drink.
"What news do you bring from Mac?" asked the orderly.
"I expect it is advice to retreat!"
"Oh! he need not have sent us that advice!"
"Why, I thought General Price had determined to make a stand here!"
"So did I. But he won't now. Mum's the word, you know, if I tell you!"
"Oh! yes, mum!" answered Hayward in a confidential tone.
"Well, you see, the general sent out spies several days ago, and he thought they were taken, or had played him false, because they didn't come back. But they did come this morning while the general was absent, and brought these papers. The general was so busy examining the Indian, that he did not see them, and I forgot to tell him they were here."
"What do the papers contain?"
"A plan of the federal camp—the names and description of all the principal officers, even General Fremont, and their entire force in round numbers—their guns—kind of rifle which the infantry use, and, in fact, all the particulars, even to where they post their pickets."
"Orderly, do you think we can successfully contend with their army?"
"Iknowwe cannot! They have more fighting men than we, and are much better armed."
"What shall you do, orderly, if Price does make up his mind to fight?"
"You won't betray me?"
"Not if you tell me in confidence."
"Well, then, before the fight begins,Ishall run like the devil, and get out of the way. Those d——d abolitionists don't take me prisoner, if I can help it!"
"Then you are convinced Price would be whipped?"
"Iknowit!"
"I am of your opinion, orderly. But Price has determined to fight. He has great confidence in his position here, and thinks that he can whip twice his number. Let mo look at those papers!"
The orderly passed the papers to Hayward.
"Now, let me tell you, orderly,Ithink it is all folly for Price to meet the federal army, even if he has a strong position. You know they have sixty—some say eighty thousand men, and four hundred big guns—and yet Price thinks he can successfully meet—What do I see! Why, this paper states that the federal forces only number thirty or thirty-five thousand, and that they have less than two hundred guns! Oh! this is a mistake. Those men who brought this information, I will swear, are Union spies, and are deceiving General Price, merely to get him to fight. Now, Iknowthe federals have more men than represented here, and if Price has determined to meet them with their sixty thousand what will he do if led to believe there are only thirty thousand? Why, he would advance at once and lead us all to death."
"What shall we do?" asked the orderly, evidently alarmed.
"Why, Pricemust not see these papers!"
"How can it be prevented?"
"Let me keep them!"
"But the spies are down at their tent, and as soon as the general comes, they will return and tell him all."
"How many are there?"
"Only two!"
"They must not be permitted to deceive the general, and lead us all to certain destruction. Have them arrested at once, and put them in the outer guard-house—stay, and to prevent their communicating this false information to the men—as it would soon reach Price—have them gagged!"
"I will!" replied the orderly. He left the tent, and soon returned, saying:
"They seemed somewhat surprised when I told them they were found out. But they are properly attended to."
"I do not think that our general's position here is as strong as he thinks it to be. Have you a drawing of his defences?"
"Oh! yes," replied the orderly. "Here is one I drew for my own gratification."
"I will examine it at my leisure," remarked Hayward, as he glanced over the paper, and then placed it in his pocket. "But, now be very careful and make no mention of this matter to Price. What is that?"
"That singing?"
"Yes—that is an extraordinary voice, and is that of a female!"
"Oh! yes—that is a captive bird. But, if you will walk in that direction, I will introduce you to Captain Branch, and perhaps you can get an opportunity to converse with her."
Captain Hayward and the orderly left the tent, and proceeded in the direction from which the sound emanated. At last Hayward paused and said:
"By heaven, that will never do; she is singing the Star-spangled Banner!"
"Oh! shewilldo just what she pleases, in spite of any of us. You had better not say anything to her against that song, or you will get more of her tongue than will be agreeable to your feelings."
They paused before the tent, around which were lounging a number of officers. The orderly introduced Hayward to Captain Branch, and said:
"The gentleman is somewhat curious to see your beauty."
"He shall be gratified. Walk in, sir!"
Both Branch and Hayward entered the tent, and many of the officers crowded around to witness the introduction.
"Alibamo—darling—allow me to present you to a friend—an officer in our army."
"Presentme anywhere, and to any one, and I will rejoice, if they will only take their presence out of my sight," replied the maiden. Then turning to Hayward she said:
"Pardon me, sir. I did not intend to be rude to you!"
"I have nothing to pardon, sweet lady," replied Hayward kindly. "Speak plainly. I admire candor, and never wish to constrain the speech of any one—more especially a lady, and one so beautiful!"
And beautiful she was, indeed. Her form was almost fairy-like. Her golden tresses fell upon a neck of spotless purity—her cheeks so clear that you could almost see the soul shine through them, leaving its tinge of beauty; and those eyes looked as if they opened first in heaven, and caught their brightness from a seraph's gaze, as flowers are fairest where the sunbeams fall. But, when she turned that gaze upon you, one could not fail to discover an expression of determination and firmness which could scarcely be expected in one so gentle in appearance.
"You are inclined to flatter," she answered, with a smile. "But if you are so willing others should express their sentiments without restraint, I may hope you were not offended because I was singing a favorite song of mine when you entered my tent."
"Not at all, dear lady. I should be pleased to listen to it again."
"Would you? Then you shall be gratified!"
And Alibamo, seizing her guitar, began the song. As she proceeded, an almost deathly silence was maintained by those around.
What was the meaning of this silence—this apparent thoughtfulness? Why did not the rebel hordescompelthis female to cease her song of treason to them! Ah! the good old times, when their fathers and our own were fighting side by side, in freedom's holy name, and under the Union banner's folds, came freshly to the mind and heart of each, and caused them to long for just such times again, and for the glorious prosperity which was enjoyed by our country, while that "Star-spangled Banner" waved free and glorious. They thought of streams of blood—blood which had, and must still flow, mingled with tears—hot, burning mother's tears.
Perhaps, too, they were thinking of their own homes, prosperous and happy, tilltraitors arose, and striking down the standard which waved over them, planted in its place a treacherous emblem, reeking with the pollution of a bad cause.
Or, perhaps they were meditating a return to the dear old flag, but feared to do so. Fear that they might not, like the prodigal, be received with open arms, and fear that, in the outset, they would be overpowered and dealt with as mutineers.
Oh! come back, deluded, mistaken sons of freedom's soil! Come back, ye whose fathers shed their blood to consecrate our land to liberty, for ever! Let your base and calculating political leaders deceive you no more! Be no longer tools for their use and to be only used for their aggrandizement! Come back to the country that loved you and has so long given you its protection! Come, acknowledge your wrong—seek protection under our starry flag, and fight for it. You shall receive its protection, and be once more ranked as the sons of Columbia.
As she ceased singing, she turned to Hayward and said:
"Do you not admire the song?"
"I admire the singer, lady, but you must excuse me if I do not speak with regard to the sentiment, before you."
"You admire candor. Why not express your sentiments before me? Youlooklike a gentleman, and I love occasionally to meet a gentleman, even in the rebel ranks."
"No doubt our views are different, lady. But I trust we will not be enemies nevertheless."
"We may not be personal enemies here. But if you will change that uniform you wear, for that of a Union officer, I will promise that we will be friends."
"I could not consistently do so at present, lady!"
"Why not?"
"When my country is in danger, do I not share it? Thus to take this off, would be to endanger myself and my country's cause."
Alibamo gazed at Hayward a moment, but it was met with a look of indifference.
"Yes, you are in danger. You belong to the so-called Southern confederacy, and you, with it, are in danger of destruction. Why not come back to the Union—the gloriousoldconfederacy. Why not come back and fight for the causeyourfathers died to win. Why not fight under the glorious stars and stripes. SeeIwear them as an apron, even here in this rebel camp. And I tore up a confederate flag to make this. The glorious stars and stripes—oh! how I love them. Our fathers gave them to us pure and spotless, their stars glittering brightly, and their stripes waving free. If theymustbe stained, it will be by the blood of our fathers' sons who are fighting to replace them on every spot where theyhavewaved, but by traitorous hands been stricken down. And they will be placed there. They will yet wave over your home and mine!"
"Lady, you will pardon me, but I cannot longer listen to you. If I do not act as Ithinkis right, it will be something new forHarry Hinton."
Alibamo started. She trembled violently, but recovering her self-possession, she said:
"Mr.Harry Hinton, I could not accuse you of dishonor. Forgive me if I have wounded your feelings by being rude. And to show you my esteem for you—that is so far as I can feel esteem for my country's enemy—you may kiss my cheek at parting!"
The gallant captain stepped forward, and taking the lady by the hand, the kiss echoed throughout the tent. But averyclose observer would have noticed that Hayward kissed the ladyon, or very near, the ear!
"Adieu! I trust to see you again!" said Alibamo, as Hayward left the tent.
"You are fortunate," remarked the orderly, as he proceeded toward the tent of Price.
"In what particular?" asked Hayward.
"In winning that lady's heart."
"Do you think I have?"
"It is very evident she is smitten with you. Ah! here is the general."
Hayward entered the tent of Price. The general merely looked up, but did not speak.
"I come to you from McIntosh, with information," said Hayward, as he saluted the general.
"Then you are welcome. Be seated, will you drink?"
"I don't care if I do?" answered Hayward, laughing.
"That sounds natural," said Price. "But how is my friend Mac?"
"Well, but very impatient."
"Why is this?"
"I would speak with you alone," said Hayward, glancing toward the orderly, who, without waiting further notice, left the tent.
"We are alone," said the general.
"The message sent is merely a verbal one, and perhaps of no very great importance, as you may have heard it from your own scouts. But, it is this. McIntosh is in constant communication with an officer of the federal army. He is informed through him, that their strength is greatly over estimated by our forces; that their available forces, if compelled to give battle at once, will be less than twenty thousand, and his advice is to meet the enemy at once."
"I cannot meet even twenty thousand!" said Price, despondingly.
"Not in this stronghold?"
"Not even here, as Imustcount the chances of defeat. Should the enemy advance upon us, they will attack us from the rear, thus cutting off communication, and in case of defeat, our situation would not be a pleasant one."
"Of course you will not meet them, unless certain of success. Mac knows the position and strength of the enemy, but was not so fully informed with regard to your situation. He says, if you think retreat advisable, he will meet you at Springfield."
"Are you to return?" asked Price.
"That is as you may direct, general."
"You will return to-morrow, and tell Mac to join me at Cassville. I am not able to get reliable information from Warsaw, and my camp has been filled with the federal spies for the past three days. Two have just escaped this morning. I know that the bridge at Warsaw is nearly completed, and that the enemy will move in a few days. I shall march to-morrow."
"It will take five or six days to reach Cassville. Shall I tell Mac to meet you immediately on your arrival?"
"Tell him to camp near Wilson's creek, and await orders. If the army of the federals advance as they have done, that is, only one division several days' march ahead, I shall attack them at Springfield. I was a fool that I did not meet them at Warsaw, when they were thus situated."
"Fremont will be in the advance, I suppose?"
"Yes, with his famous body-guard, and the division under Sigel, in all about eight thousand. I long to meet Sigel again, and that famous body-guard."
"I believe the friend of Mac is an officer in a battalion also acting as the body-guard of Fremont."
"What battalion is that?" asked Price.
"I believe they are called the Benton cadets."
"Ah! yes. I am expecting a messenger here every moment, with the description of all the officers attached to Fremont, and among them is a captain belonging to the cadets, whom I am anxious to meet."
"What is his name?" asked Hayward.
"His name isHarry Hayward! senior captain of the battalion."
"Why do you wish to meet him more than any other officer?"
"Because I met him once face to face, and he taunted me!"
"Did he know you, general?"
"No, he did not dream who I was."
"Where did you meet him?"
"It was at a farm-house, beyond Warsaw. I was there in disguise. This captain rode up and asked for a cup of water, and as I was standing at the well, I gave it to him. I asked the strength of the army, and he replied that they were much stronger than there was any occasion for. I asked him if he thought Price would not fight, and he replied that the rebel army might possibly be induced to meet us if they had a decent general, but with such a d—d cowardly old fool as Price for their leader, we should never catch them."
"Would you know him again if you should meet him?" asked Hayward, with apparent indifference.
"I do not think that I should. He had been riding during the whole of that day, and was so completely covered with dust that his features were not visible. But when one of my men returns, he will have his exact description. I instructed him to be particular about this officer."
"How did you ascertain who he was, at the time you met him?"
"While I was conversing with him, the adjutant rode up and handed him a letter. He opened it and threw the envelope on the ground. I picked it up, and thus learned who he was."
The remaining portion of the time, until nine o'clock in the evening, was passed in ordinary conversation. Hayward did not care to show himself about camp. He well knew that the guard-house held two prisoners, bound and gagged by his order, and accused of being spies from the federals, who were in reality rebel spies, and true to their cause. He knew they had both, or at least one of them, seen him, and would recognize him at once. He had his own description in his pocket, written by one of them, which had by the merest chance been prevented from falling into the hands of Price. However, time passed on, and nothing like suspicion was manifested, that Hayward was not just what he represented himself. Nine o'clock came. The countersign was out, which the general readily gave to Hayward. Tattoo had scarcely ceased sounding, when a sergeant appeared at the tent-entrance and said:
"General, one of the prisoners accused of being a spy, wishes to see you. He says his information is of vast importance."
"I know of no person charged with being a spy whom we have as prisoner! But it is possible some of the morning prowlers have been caught."
"He says he came direct from Warsaw where you had sent him."
"Strange!" said Price, musing. "Tell him I will be at the guard-house in an hour. Stay. Bring him to my tent at ten o'clock."
The sergeant departed.
"Will you excuse me a moment?" said Price, turning to Hayward. "I have letters to write."
"Certainly!" said Hayward as he left the tent.
Hayward walked leisurely along, until he reached the outer guard-house. He was here challenged and giving the countersign, passed out. He proceeded rapidly to the place where his friends awaited him, and found them all ready for orders, and for action.