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Two little Confederates / by Thomas Nelson Page. Page, Thomas Nelson, 1853-1922. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-246-31689268 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Two little Confederates / by Thomas Nelson Page. Page, Thomas Nelson, 1853-1922. Scribner, New York : 1897. 156 p. : ill. ; 22 cm. Coleman Presents a boy's-eye view of the Civil War from the southern side. Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN05026.04 KUK) Printing Master B92-246. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. United States History Civil War, 1861-1865 Juvenile fiction. United States History Civil War, 1861-1865 Fiction. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES THE OLD NIAN WALKED UP TO THE DOOR, AND STANDING ON ONE SIDE FLUNG IT OPEN Two LITTLE CONFEDERATES BY THOMAS NELSON PAGE ILL US TRA TED NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SO-NS 189 7 Copyright. rSS8, by CHARLES SCRIHNER' S SONS. THfE ( AXTON PRESS .NEW YORK. TO MY MOTHER This page in the original text is blank. LIST OF ILLUSTRA TIONS. The old man walked lip to the door, and standing on one side, flung it open . I'm in command,'' said the gentleman, smiling at him over the towel Gentlemen, marsters, don't teck mry horses, ef You please," said Uncle 'butila Frank and Willy capture a member of the conscript-guard The boy faced his captor, who held a strap in one han/d' 'Look! Look! They are running. They are' beating our rnen ! ' exclaimed the boys The boys sell their cakes to the Yankees . . . . . Some of the servants calne back to their ol/l bhnmne Frontispiece. Page '5 6, 87 119 131 '' 147 "1 1,53 This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. CHAPTER I. r I HE "Two Little Confederates" lived at Oakland. It was not a handsome place, as modern ideas go, but down in Old Virginia, where the standard was different from the later one, it passed in old times as one of the best plantations in all that region. The boys thought it the greatest place in the world, of course excepting Richmond, where they had been one year to the fair, and had seen a man pull fire out of his mouth, and do other wonderful things. It was quite secluded. It lay, it is true, right between two of the county roads, the Court-house Road being on one side, and on the other the great " Mountain Road," down which the large covered wagons with six horses and jingling bells used to go; but the lodge lay this side of the one, and " the big woods," where the boys shot squirrels, and hunted 'possums and coons, and which reached to the edge of " Holetown," stretched between the house and the other, so that the big gate-post where the semi-weekly mail was left by the mail-rider each Tuesday and Friday afternoon was a long walk, even by the near cut through the woods. The railroad was ten miles away by the road. There was a nearer way, only about half I TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. the distance, by which the negroes used to walk, and which during the war, after all the horses were gone, the boys, too, learned to travel; but before that, the road by Trinity Church and Honeyman's Bridge was the only route, and the other was simply a dim bridle-path, and the "horseshoe-ford" was known to the initiated alone. The mansion itself was known on the plantation as "the great-house," to distinguish it from all the other houses on the place, of which there were many. It had as many wings as the angels in the vision of Ezekiel. These additions had been made, some in one generation, some in another, as the size of the family required ; and finally, when there was no side of the original structure to which another wing could be joined, a separate building had been erected on the edge of the yard which was called " The Office," and was used as such, as well as for a lodging-place by the young men of the family. The privilege of sleeping in the Office was highly esteemed, for, like the toga viri/is, it marked the entrance upon manhood of the youths who were fortunate enough to enjoy it. There smoking was admissible, there the guns were kept in the corner, and there the dogs were allowed to sleep at the feet of their young masters, or in bed with them, if they preferred it. In one of the rooms in this building the boys went to school whilst small, and another they looked forward to having as their own when they should be old enough to be elevated to the coveted dignity of sleeping in the Office. Hugh 2 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. already slept there, and gave himself airs in proportion; but Hugh they regarded as a very aged person; not as old, it was true, as their cousins who came down from college at Christmas, and who, at the first outbreak of war, all rushed into the army; but each of these was in the boys' eyes a Methuselah. Hugh had his own horse and the double- barrelled gun, and when a fellow got those there was little material difference between him and other men, even if he did have to go to the academy,-which was really something like going to school. The boys were Frank and Willy; F-rank being the eldest. They went by several names on the place. Their mother called them her "little men," with much pride; Uncle Balla spoke of them as "them chillern," which generally implied something of reproach; and Lucy Ann, who had been taken into the house to " run after " them when they were little boys, always coupled their names as "Frank 'n' Willy." Peter and Cole did the same when their mistress was not by. When there first began to be talk at Oakland about the war, the boys thought it would be a dreadful thing; their principal ideas about war being formed from an intimate acquaintance with the Bible and its accounts of the wars of the Children of Israel, in which men, women and children were invariably put to the sword. This gave a vivid conception of its horrors. One evening, in the midst of a discussion about the approaching crisis, Willy astonished the company, who were 3 TWO LITTLIS CONFEDERA TES. discussing the merits of probable leaders of the Union armies, by suddenly announcing that he'd " bet they did n't have any general who could beat Joab." Up to the time of the war. the boys had led a very unevent- ful, but a very pleasant life. They used to go hunting with Hugh, their older brother, when he would let them go, and after the cows with Peter and Cole. Old Balla, the driver, was their boon comrade and adviser, and taught them to make whips, and traps for hares and birds, as he had taught them to ride and to cobble shoes. He lived alone (for his wife had been set free years before, and lived in Philadelphia). His room over "the old kitchen" was the boys' play-room when he would permit them to come in. There were so many odds and ends in it that it was a delightful place. Then the boys played blindman's-buff in the house, or hide- and-seek about the yard or garden, or upstairs in their den, a narrow alcove at the top of the house. The little willow-shadow ed creek, that ran through the meadow behind the barn, was one of their haunts. They fished in it for minnows and little perch; they made dams and bathed in it; and sometimes they played pirates upon its waters. Once they made an extended search up and down its banks for any fragments of Pharaoh's chariots which might have been washed up so high; but that was when they were younger and did not have much sense. 4 CHAPTER IL T HERE was great excitement at Oakland during the John Brown raid, and the boys' grandmother used to pray for him and Cook, whose pictures were in the papers. The boys became soldiers, and drilled punctiliously with guns which they got Uncle Balla to make for them. Frank was the captain, Willy the first lieutenant, and a dozen or more little negroes composed the rank and file, Peter and Cole being trusted file-closers. A little later they found their sympathies all on the side of peace and the preservation of the Union. Their uncle was for keeping the Union unbroken, and ran for the Convention against Colonel Richards, who was the chief officer of the militia in the county, and was as blood-thirsty as Tamerlane, who reared the pyramid of skulls, and as hungry for military renown as the great Napoleon, about wi horn the boys had read, There was immense excitement in the county over the election. Though the boys' mother had made them add to their prayers a petition that their Uncle William might win, and that he might secure the blessings of peace; and, though at family prayers, night and morning, the same petition was presented, the boys' uncle was beaten at the polls by a large majority. And then they knew there was bound to be war, TTO LITTLE CONFEDERA i-ES. and that it must be very wicked. They almost felt the " invader's heel," and the invaders were invariably spoken of as cruel," and the heel was described as of " iron," and was always mentioned as engaged in the act of crushing. They would have been terribly alarmed at this cruel invasion had they not been reassured by the general belief of the commu- nity that one Southerner could whip ten Yankees, and that, collectively, the South could drive back the North with pop- guns. When the war actually broke out, the bovs were the most enthusiastic of rebels, and the troops in Camp Lee did not drill more continuously nor industriously. Their father, who had been a Whig and opposed secession until the very last, on Virginia's seceding, finally cast his lot with his people, and joined an infantry company; and Uncle William raised and equipped an artillery company, of which he was chosen captain; but the infantry was too tame and the artillery too ponderous to suit the boys. They were taken to see the drill of the county troop of cavalry, with its prancing horses and clanging sabres. It was commanded by a cousin; and from that moment they were cavalrymen to the core. They flung away their stick-guns in disgust; and Uncle Balla spent two grumbling days fashioning them a stableful of horses with real heads and "sure 'nough" leather bridles. Once, indeed, a secret attempt was made to utilize the horses and mules which were running in the back pasture; but a premature discovery of the matter ended in such disaster to 6 TWO LITTLE CONFEDE-RA TES.7 all concerned that the plan was abandoned, and the boys had to content themselves with their wooden steeds. The day that the final orders came for their father and uncle to go to Richinond,-from which point they were ordered to "the Peninsula,"-the boys could not understand why every one was suddenly plunged into such distress. Then, next morning, when the soldiers left, the boys could not altogether comprehend it. They thought it was a very fine thing to be allowed to ride Frank and Hun, the two war- horses, with their new, deep army saddles and long bits. The) cried when their father and uncle said good-bye, and went away; but it was because their mother looked so pale and ill, and not because they did not think it was all grand. They had no doubt that all would come back soon, for old Uncle Billy, the "head-man," who had been born down in " Little York," where Cornwallis surrendered, had expressed the sentiment of the whole plantation when he declared, as he sat in the back yard surrounded by an admiring throng, and surveyed with pride the two glittering sabres which he had allowed no one but himself to polish, that "Ef them Britishers jest sees dese swodes dee'll run !" The boys tried to explain to him that these were not British, but Yankees,-but he was hard to convince. Even Lucy Ann, who was incurably afraid of everything like a gun or fire-arm, partook of the general fervor, and boasted effusively that she had actually "tetched Marse John's big pistils." Hugh, who was fifteen, and was permitted to accompany 7 8 TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA TES. his father to Richmond, was regarded by the boys with a feeling of mingled envy and veneration, which he accepted with dignified complacency. Frank and Willy soon found that war brought some immunities. The house filled up so with the families of cousins and friends who were refugees that the boys were obliged to sleep in the Office, and thus the) felt that, at a bound, they were almost as old as Huh. There were the cousins from Gloucester, from the Valley, and families of relatives from Baltimore and New York, who had come south on the declaration of war. Their favorite was their Cousin Belle, whose beauty at once captivated both boys. This was the first time that the boys knew anything of girls, except their own sister, Evelyn ; and after a brief period, during which the novelty gave them pleasure, the inability of the girls to hunt, climb trees, or play knucks, etc., and the additional restraint which their presence im- posed, caused them to hold the opinion that "girls were no good." 8 CHAPTER III. IN course of time they saw a great deal of "the army,"- which meant the Confederates. The idea that the Yan- kees could ever get to Oakland never entered any one's head. It was understood that the army lay between Oakland and them, and surely they could never get by the innumerable soldiers who were always passing up one road or the other, and who, day after day and night after night, were coming to be fed, and were rapidly eating up everything that had been left on the place. By the end of the first year they had been coming so long that they made scarcely any difference; but the first time a regiment camped in the neighborhood it created great excitement. It became known one night that a cavalry regiment, in which were several of their cousins, was encamped at Honey- man's Bridge, and the boys' mother determined to send a supply of provisions for the camp next morning; so several sheep were killed, the smoke-house was opened, and all night long the great fires in the kitchen and wash-house glowed; and even then there was not room, so that a big fire was kindled in the back yard, beside which saddles of mutton were roasted in the tin kitchens. Everybody was -rushing." The boys were told that they might go to see the sol- TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. diers, and as they had to get off long before daylight, they went to bed early, and left all "the other boys "-that is, Peter and Cole and other colored children-squatting about the fires and trying to help the cooks to pile on wood. It was hard to leave the exciting scene. They were very sleepy the next morning; indeed, they seemed scarcely to have fallen asleep when Lucy Ann shook them; but they jumped up without the usual application of cold water in their faces, which Lucy Ann so delighted to make; and in a little while they were out in the yard, where Balla was standing holding three horses,-their mother's riding-horse; another with a side-saddle for their Cousin Belle, whose brother was in the regiment; and one for himself,- and Peter and Cole were holding the carriage-horses for the boys, and several other men were holding mules. Great hampers covered with white napkins were on the porch, and the savory smell decided the boys not to eat their breakfast, but to wait and take their share with the soldiers. The roads were so bad that the carriage could not go; and as the boys' mother wished to get the provisions to the soldiers before they broke camp, they had to set out at once. In a few minutes they were all in the saddle, the boys and their mother and Cousin Belle in front, and Balla and the other servants following close behind, each holding before him a hamper, which looked queer and shadowy as they rode on in the darkness. The sky, which was filled with stars when they set out, To TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. grew white as they splashed along mile after mile through the mud. Then the road became clearer; they could see into the woods, and the sky changed to a rich pink, like the color of peach-blossoms. Their horses were covered with mud up to the saddle-skirts. They turned into a lane only half a mile from the bridge, and, suddenly, a bugle rang out down in the wooded bottom below them, and the boys hardly could be kept from putting their horses to a run, so fearful were they that the soldiers were leaving, and that they should not see them. Their mother, however, told them that this was probably the reveille, or " rising-bell," of the soldiers. She rode on at a good sharp canter, and the boys were diverting themselves over a discussion as to who would act the part of Lucy Ann in waking the regiment of soldiers, when they turned a curve, and at the end of the road, a few hundred yards ahead, stood several horsemen. " There they are," exclaimed both boys. "No, that is a picket," said their mother; "gallop on, Frank, and tell them we are bringing breakfast for the regi- ment." Frank dashed ahead, and soon they saw a soldier ride forward to meet him, and, after a few words, return with him to his comrades. Then, while they were still a hundred yards distant, they saw Frank, who had received some direc- tions, start off again toward the bridge, at a hard gallop. The picket had told him to go straight ondown the hill, and he would find the camp just the other side of the bridge. II TWO LITTLE CONVFEDERATES. He accordingly rode on, feeling very important at being allowed to go alone to the camp on such a mission. As he reached a turn in the road, just above the river, the whole regiment lay swarming below him among the large trees on the bank of the little stream. The horses were picketed to bushes and stakes, in long rows, the saddles lying on the ground, not far off; and hundreds of men were mov- ing about, some in full uniform and others without coat or vest. A half-dozen wagons with sheets on them stood on one side among the trees, near which several fires were smoking, with men around them. As Frank clattered up to the bridge, a soldier with a gun on his arm, who had been standing by the railing, walked out to the middle of the bridge. Halt ! Where are you going in such a hurry, my young man " he said. " I wish to see the colonel," said Frank, repeating as nearly as he could the words the picket had told him. "WJhat do you want with him" Frank was tempted not to tell him; but he was so im- patient to deliver his message before the others should arrive, that he told him what he had come for. " There he is," said the sentinel, pointing to a place among the trees where stood at least five hundred men. Frank looked, expecting to recognize the colonel by his noble bearing, or splendid uniform, or some striking marks. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Where " he asked, in doubt; for while a number of the men were in uniform, he knew these to be privates. " There," said the sentry, pointing; "by that stump, near the yellow horse-blanket." Frank looked again. The only man he could fix upon by the description was a young fellow, washing his face in a tin basin, and he felt that this could not be the colonel; but he did not like to appear dull, so he thanked the man and rode on, thinking he would go to the point indicated, and ask some one else to show him the officer. He felt quite grand as he rode in among the men, who, he thought, would recognize his importance and treat him accordingly; but, as he passed on, instead of paying him the respect he had expected, they began to guy him with all sorts of questions. " Hullo, bud, going to jine the cavalry" asked one. "Which is oldest; you or your horse " inquired another. " How's pa-and ma " " Does your mother know you 're out" asked others. One soldier walked up, and putting his hand on the bridle, proceeded affably to ask him after his health, and that of every member of his family. At first Frank did not understand that they were making fun of him, but it dawned on him when the man asked him solemnly: " Are there any Yankees around, that you were running away so fast just now " " No; if there were I'd never have found you here," said 13 'T WO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. Frank, shortly, in reply; which at once turned the tide in his favor and diverted the ridicule from himself to his teaser, who was seized by some of his comrades and carried off with much laughter and slapping on the back. -I wish to see Colonel Marshall," said Frank, pushing his way through the group that surrounded him, and riding up to the man who was still occupied at the basin on the stump. " All right, sir, I'm the man," said the individual, cheerily looking up with his face dripping and rosy from its recent scrubbing. " You the colonel !" exclaimed Frank, suspicious that he was again being ridiculed, and thinking it impossible that this slim, rosy-faced youngster, who was scarcely stouter than Hugh, and who was washing in a tin basin, could be the commander of all these soldierly-looking men, many of whom were old enough to be his father. " Yes, I'm the lieutenant-colonel. I'm in command," said the gentleman, smiling at him over the towel. Something made Frank understand that this was really the officer, and he gave his message, which was received with many expressions of thanks. "Won't you get down Here, Campbell, take this horse, will you " he called to a soldier, as Frank sprang from his horse. The orderly stepped forward and took the bridle. "Now, come with me," said the colonel, leading the way. "We must get ready to receive your mother. There are 14 'I'M IN COMMAND SAID THE GENTLEMAN, SMILING AT HIM OVER THE TOWNM. This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES 17 some ladies coming-and breakfast," he called to a group who were engaged in the same occupation he had just ended, and whom Frank knew by instinct to be officers. The information seemed to electrify the little knot ad- dressed; for they began to rush around, and in a few mo- ments they all were in their uniforms, and surrounding the colonel, who, having brushed his hair with the aid of a little glass hung on a bush, had hurried into his coat and was buckling on his sword and giving orders in a way which at once satisfied Frank that he was every inch a colonel. ' Now let us go and receive your mother," said he to the boy. As he strode through the camp with his coat tightly buttoned, his soft hat set jauntily on the side of his head, his plumes sweeping over its side, and his sword clattering at his spurred heel, he presented a very different appearance from that which he had made a little before, with his head in a tin basin, and his face covered with lather. In fact, Colonel Marshall was already a noted officer, and before the end of the war he attained still higher rank and reputation. The colonel met the rest of the part)y at the bridge, and introduced himself and several officers who soon joined him. The negroes were directed to take the provisions over to the other side of the stream into the camp, and in a little while the whole regiment were enjoying the breakfast. The boys and their mother had at the colonel's request joined his mess, in which was one of their cousins, the brother of their cousin Belle. 2 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. The gentlemen could eat scarcely anything, they were so busy attending to the wants of the ladies. The colonel, par. ticularly, waited on their cousin Belle all the time. As soon as they had finished the colonel left them, and a bugle blew. In a minute all was bustle. Officers were giving orders ; horses were saddled and brought out ; and, by what seemed magic to the boys, the men, who just before were scattered about among the trees laughing and eating, were standing by their horses all in proper order. The colonel and the officers came and said good-bye. Again the bugle blew. Every man was in his saddle. A few words by the colonel, followed by other words from the captains, and the column started, turning across the bridge, the feet of the horses thundering on the planks. Then the regiment wound up the hill at a walk, the men singing snatches of a dozen songs, of which "The Bonnie Blue Flag," "Lorena," and '"Carry me Back to Old Virginia Shore," were the chief ones. It seemed to the boys that to be a soldier was the noblest thing on earth; and that this regiment could do anything. CHAPTER IV. A FTER this it became a common thing for passing regi- ments to camp near Oakland, and the fire blazed many a night, cooking for the soldiers, till the chickens were crowing in the morning. The negroes all had hen- houses and raised their own chickens, and when a camp was near them they used to drive a thriving trade on their own account, selling eggs and chickens to the privates while the officers were entertained in the " gret house." It was thought an honor to furnish food to the soldiers. Every soldier was to the boys a hero, and each young officer might rival Ivanhoe or Cceur de Lion. It was not a great while, however, before they learned that all soldiers were not like their favorite knights. At any rate, thefts were frequent. The absence of men from the plantations, and the constant passing of strangers made stealing easy; hen-roosts were robbed time after time. and even pigs and sheep were taken without any trace of the thieves. The boys' hen-house, however, which was in the yard, had never been troubled. It was about their only possession, and they took great pride in it. One night the boys were fast asleep in their room in the office, with old Bruno and Nick curled up on their sheep- TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. skins on the floor. Hugh was away, so the boys were the only " men" on the place, and felt that they were the pro- tectors of the plantation. The frequent theAts had made every one very suspicious, and the boys had made up their minds to be on the watch, and, if possible, to catch the thief. The negroes said that the deserters did the stealing. On the night in question, the boys were sound asleep when old Bruno gave a low growl, and then began walking and sniffing up and down the room. Soon Nick gave a sharp, quick bark. Frank waked first. He was not startled, for the dogs were in the habit of barking whenever they wished to go out-of- doors. Now, however, they kept it up, and it was in a strain somewhat different from their usual signal. "What's the matter with you Go and lie down, Bruno," called Frank. " Hush up, Nick!" But Bruno would not lie down, and Nick would not keep quiet, though at the sound of Frank's voice they felt less responsibility, and contented themselves with a low growling. After a little while Frank was on the point of dropping off to sleep again, when he heard a sound out in the yard, which at once thoroughly awakened him. He nudged Willy in the side. "Willy-Willy, wake up; there's some one moving around outdoors." " Umm-mm," groaned Willy, turning over and settling himself for another nap. 20 TWVO LITTLE CON7FEDERATES. The sound of a chicken chirping out in fright reached Frank's ear. "Wake up, Willy !" he called, pinching him hard. "There's some one at the hen-house." Willy was awake in a second. The boys consulted as to what should be done. Willy was sceptical. He thought Frank had been dreaming, or that it was only Uncle Balla, or " some one" moving about the yard. But a second cackle of warning reached them, and in a minute both boys wvere out of bed pulling on their clothes with trembling impatience. "Let's go and wake Uncle Balla," proposed Willy, getting himself all tangled in the legs of his trousers. No; I'll tell you what, let's catch him ourselves," sug- gested Frank. - All right," assented Willy. "We'll catch him and lock him up; suppose he's got a pistol your gun maybe won't go off; it does n't always burst the cap." " XVell, your old musket is loaded, and you can hold him, while I snap the cap at him, and get it ready." " All right-I can't find my jacket-I'll hold him." "Where in the world is my hat" whispered Frank. "Never mind, it must be in the house. Let's go out the back way. We can get out without his hearing us." "\Vhat shall we do with the dogs Let's shut them up." " No, let's take 'em with us. We can keep them quiet and hold 'em in, and they can track him if he gets away." " All right; " and the boys slowly opened the door, and 2 1 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. crept stealthily out, Frank clutching his double-barrelled gun, and Willy hugging a heavy musket which he had found and claimed as one of the prizes of war. It was almost pitch. dark. They decided that one should take one side of the hen- house, and one the other side (in suich a way that if they had to shoot, they would almost certainly shoot one another!) but before they had separated both dogs jerked loose from their hands and dashed away in the darkness, barking furiously. "There he goes round the garden," shouted Willy, as the sound of footsteps like those of a man running with all his might came from the direction which the dogs had taken. "Come or," and both started ; but, after taking a few steps. they stopped to listen so that they might trace the fugitive. A faint noise behind them arrested their attention, and Frank tiptoed back toward the hen-house. It was too dark to see much, but he heard the hen-house door creak, and was conscious even in the darkness that it was being pushed slowly open. " Here's one, Willy," he shouted, at the same time putting his gun to his shoulder and pulling the trigger. The hammer fell with a sharp " click " just as the door was snatched to with a bang. The cap had failed to explode, or the chicken-eating days of the individual in the hen-house would have ended then and there. 22 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. The boys stood for some moments with their guns pointed at the door of the hen-house expecting the person within to attempt to burst out; but the click of the hammer and their hurried conference without, in which it was promptly agreed to let him have both barrels if he appeared, reconciled him to remaining within. After some time it was decided to go and wake Uncle Balla, and confer with him as to the proper disposition of their captive. Accordingly, Frank went off to obtain help, while \Villy remained to watch the hen-house. As Frank left he called back: " Willy, you take good aim at him, and if he pokes his head out-let him have it!" This Willy solemnly promised to do. Frank was hardly out of hearing before Willy was surprised to hear the prisoner call him by name in the most friendly and familiar manner, although the voice was a strange one. "Willy, is that you " called the person inside. " Yes." " Where's Frank " " Gone to get Uncle Balla." " Did you see that other fellow " " Yes." " I wish you 'd shot him. He brought me here and played a joke on me. He told me this was a house I could sleep in, and shut. me up in here,-and blest if I don't b'lieve it's 23 4 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. nothin' but a hen-house. Let me out here a minute," he con- tinued, after a pause, cajolingly. No, I won't," said \V7illN' firmly, getting his gun ready. There was a pause, and then from the depths of the hen- house isstlecl the most awful groan: " Umm! Ummm!! Ummmm!! !" Willy was frightened. " U mm! Umm ! " was repeated. "What's the matter with you " asked Willy, feeling sorry in spite of himself. " Oh ! Oh! Oh! I 'm so sick," groaned the man in the hen-house. How What 's the matter " "That man that fooled me in here gave me something to drink, and it's pizened me; oh ! oh ! oh! I 'm dying." It was a horrible groan. Willy's heart relented. He moved to the door and was just about to open it to look in when a light flashed across the yard from Uncle Balla's house, and he saw him coming with a flaming light-wood knot in his hand. 24 CHAPTER V. INSTEAD of opening the door, therefore, Willy called to the old man, who was leisurely crossing the yard: "Run, Uncle Balla. Quick, run " At the call Old Balla and Frank set out as fast as they could. " What's the matter Is he done kill de chickens Is he done got away " the old man asked, breathlessly. "No, he 's dyin'," shouted Willy. "Hi! is you shoot him " asked the old driver. "No, that other man 's poisoned him. He was the robber and he fooled this one," explained \Villy, opening the door and peeping anxiously in. "Go 'long, boy,-now, d' ye ever heah de better o' dat -dat man 's foolin' wid you ; jes' tryin' to git yo' to let him out." "' No, he is n't," said Willy; "' you ought to have heard him." But both Balla and Frank were laughing at him, so lhe felt very shamefaced. He was relieved by hearing another groan. " Oh, oh, oh! Ah, ah!" "You hear that" he asked, triumphantly. 2WT O LI TTLE CONFEDERA TES. " I boun' I '11 see what 's the matter with him, the roscol ! Stan' right dyah, y' all, an' if he try to run shoot him, but mine you don' hit me," and the old man walked up to the door, and standing on one side flung it open. " What you doin' in dyah after dese chillern's chickens " he called fiercely. " Hello, old man, 's 'at you I 's mighty sick," muttered the person within. Old Balla held his torch inside the house, amid a confused cackle and flutter of fowls. " Well, ef 't ain' a white man, and a soldier at dat !" he exclaimed. " What you doin' heah, robbin' white folks' hen- roos' " he called, roughly. "Git up off dat groun' you ain' sick." "Let me get up, Sergeant,-hic-don't you heah the roll-call -the tent 's mighty dark; what you fool me in here for" muttered the man inside. The boys could see that he was stretched out on the floor, apparently asleep, and that he was a soldier in uni- form. Balla stepped inside. " Is he dead " asked both boys as Balla caught him by the arms, lifted him, and let him fall again limp on the door. " Nor, he 's dead-drunk," said Balla, picking up an empty flask. " Come on out. Let me see what I gwi' do wid you " he said, scratching his head. " I know what I gwi' do wid you. I gwi' lock you up right whar you is." 'I U ncle Balla, s'pose he gets well, won't he get out " 26 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA 7ES. "Ain' I gwi' lock him up Dat 's good from you, who was jes' gwi' let 'im out ef me an' Frank had n't come up when we did." Willy stepped back abashed. His heart accused him and told him the charge was true. Still he ventured one more question: " Had n't you better take the hens out " " Nor; 't ain' no use to teck nuttin' out dyah. Ef he comes to, he know we got im, an' he dyahson' trouble nuttin'. And the old man pushed to the door and fastened the iron hasp over the strong staple. Then, as the lock had been broken, he took a large nail from his pocket and fast- ened it in the staple with a stout string so that it could not be shaken out. All the time he was working he was talking to the boys, or rather to himself, for their benefit. " Now, you see ef we don' find him heah in the mornin'! Willy jes' gwi' let you get 'way, but a man got you now, wha'ar' been handlin' horses an' know how to hole 'em in the stalls. I boun' he '11 have to butt like a ram to git out dis log hen-house," he said, finally, as he finished tying the last knot in his string, and gave the door a vigorous rattle to test its strength. Willy had been too much abashed at his mistake to fully appreciate all of the witticisms over the prisoner, but Frank enjoyed them almost as much as Unc' Balla himself. "Now y' all go 'long to bed, an' I '11 go back an' teck 27 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES a little nap myself," said he, in parting. " Ef he gits out that hen-house I '11 give you ev'y chicken I got. But he ain' gwvinc git out. A man's done fasten him up dyah." The boys went off to bed, Willy still feeling depressed over his ridiculous mistake. They were soon fast asleep, and if the dogs barked again they did not hear them. The next thing they knew, Lucy Ann, convulsed with laughter, was telling them a story about Uncle Balla and the man in the hen-house. They jumped up, and pulling on their clothes ran out in the yard, thinking to see the prisoner. Instead of doing so, they found Uncle Balla standing by the hen-house with a comical look of mystification and cha- grin; the roof had been lifted off at one end and not only the prisoner, but every chicken was gone ! The boys were half inclined to cry; Balla's look, however, set them to laughing. "Unc' Balla, you got to give me every chicken you got, 'cause you said you would," said Willy. "Go 'way from heah, boy. Don' pester me when I studyin' to see which way he got out." "You ain't never had a horse get through the roof be . fore, have you " said Frank. " Go 'way from here. I tell you," said the old man, walk- ing around the house, looking at it. As the boys went back to wash and dress themselves, they heard Balla explaining to Lucy Ann and some of the other 28 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. 29 servants that "the man them chillern let git away had just come back and tooken out the one he had locked up"; a solution of the mystery he always stoutly insisted upon. One thing, however, the person's escape effected-it pre- vented Willy's ever hearing any more of his mistake ; but that did not keep him now and then from asking Uncle Balla " if he had fastened his horses well." CHAPTER VI. T HESE hens were not the last things stolen from Oak- land. Nearly all the men in the country had gone with the army. Indeed, with the exception of a few overseers who remained to work the farms, every man in the neighborhood, between the ages of seventeen and fifty, was in the army. The country was thus left almost wholly unpro- tected, and it would have been entirely so but for the - Home Guard," as it was called, which was a company composed of young boys and the few old men who remained at home, and who had volunteered for service as a local guard, or police body, for the neighborhood of their homes. Occasionally, too, later on, a small detachment of men, under a leader known as a "conscript-officer," would come through the country hunting for any men who were subject to the conscript law but who had evaded it, and for deserters who had run awvay from the army and refused to return. These two classes of troops, however, stood on a very different footing. The Home Guard was regarded with much respect, for it was composed of those whose extreme age or youth alone withheld them from active service ; and every youngster in its ranks looked upon it as a training school, and was ready to die in defence of his home if need were, TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA YES. and, besides, expected to obtain permission to go into the army As next year." The conscript-guard, on the other hand, were grown men, and were thought to be shirking the very dangers and hard- ships into which they were trying to force others. A few miles from Oakland, on the side toward the moun- tain road and beyond the big woods, lay a district of virgin forest and old-field pines which, even before the war, had acquired a reputation of an unsavory nature, though its in- habitants were a harmless people. No highways ran through this region, and the only roads which entered it were mere wood-ways, filled with bushes and carpeted with pine-tags; and, being travelled only by the inhabitants, appeared to out- siders " to jes' peter out," as the phrase went. This territory was known by the unpromising name of Holetown. Its denizens were a peculiar but kindly race known to the boys as " poor white folks," and called by the negroes, with great contempt, "po' white trash." Some of them owned small places in the pines ; but the majority were simply ten- ants. They were an inoffensive people, and their worst vices were intemperance and evasion of the tax-laws. They made their living-or rather, they existed--by fish- ing and hunting; and, to eke it out, attempted the cultivation of little patches of corn and tobacco near their cabins, or in the bottoms where small branches ran into the stream already mentioned. In appearance they were usually so thin and sallow that 31 3 TWVO LIY TLE CONFEDERA TES. one had to look at them twice to see them clearly. At best, they looked vague and illusive. They were brave enough. At the outbreak of the war nearly all of the men in this community enlisted, thinking, as many others did, that war was more like play than work, and consisted more of resting than of laboring. Although most of the m, when in battle, showed the greatest fearless- ness, yet the duties of camp soon became irksome to them, and they grew sick of the restraint and drilling of camp-life; so some of them, when refused a furlough, took it, and came home. Others stayed at home after leave had ended, feeling secure in their stretches of pine and swamp, not only from the feeble efforts of the conscript-guard, but from any parties who might be sent in search of them. In this way it happened,. as time went by, that Hole- town became known to harbor a number of deserters. According to the negroes, it was full of them; and many stories were told about glimpses of men dodging behind trees in the big woods, or rushing away through the underbrush like wild cattle. And, though the grown people doubted whether the negroes had not been startled by some of the hogs, which were quite wild, feeding in the woods, the boys were satisfied that the negroes really had seen deserters. This became a certainty when there came report after report of these wood-skulkers, and when the conscript-guard, with the brightest of uniforms, rode by with as much show and noise as if on a fox-hunt. Then it became known that desert- 32 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. ers were, indeed, infesting the piny district of Holetown, and in considerable numbers. Some of them, it was said, were pursuing agriculture and all their ordinary vocations as openly as in time of peace, and more industriously. They had a regular code of signals, and nearly every person in the Holetown settlement was in league with them. When the conscript-guard came along, there would be a rush of tow-headed children through the wvoods, or some of the women about the cabins would blow a horn lustily; after which not a man could be found in all the district. The horn told just how many men were in the guard, and which path they were following; every member of the troop being honored with a short, quick " toot." " What are you blowing that horn for" sternly asked the guard one morning of an old woman,-old Mrs. Hall, who stood out in front of her little house blowing like Boreas in the pictures. "Jes' blowin' fur Millindy to come to dinner," she said, sullenly. "Can't y' all let a po' 'ooman call her gals to git some 'n' to eat You got all her boys in d' army, killin' 'em; why n't yo' go and git kilt some yo'self, 'stidder ridin' 'bout heah tromplin' all over po' folk's chickens " When the troop returned in the evening, she was still blowing; "I blowin' fur Millindy to come home," she said, with more sharpness than before. But there must have been many Millindys, for horns were sounding all through the settlement. 3 3.3 TWO LITTLE CONTEDERATES` The deserters, at such times, were said to take to the swamps, and marvellous rumors were abroad of one or more caves, all fitted up, wherein they concealed themselves, like the robbers in the stories the boys were so fond of reading. After a while thefts of pigs and sheep became so common that they were charged to the deserters. Finally it grew to be such a pest that the ladies in the neighborhood asked the Home Guard to take action in the matter, and after some delay it became known that this valor- ous body w-as going to invade Holetown and capture the deserters or drive them away. Hugh was to accompany them, of course; and he looked very handsome, as well as very important, when he started out on horseback to join the troop. It was his first active service; and with his trousers in his boots and his pistol in his belt he looked as brave as Julius Coesar, and quite laughed at his mother's fears for him, as she kissed him good-bye and walked out with him to his horse, which Balla held at the gate. The boys asked leave to go with him; but Hugh was so scornful over their request, and looked so soldierly as he galloped away with the other men that the boys felt as cheap as possible. 34 CHAPTER VII. W HEN the boys went into the house they found that their Aunt Mary had a headache that morning, and, even with the best intentions of doing her duty in teaching them, had been forced to go to bed. Their mother was too much occupied with her charge of providing for a family of over a dozen white persons, and five times as many colored dependents, to give any time to acting as substitute in the school-room, so the boys found themselves with a holi- day before them. It seemed vain to try to shoot duck on the creek, and the perch were averse to biting. The boys accordingly determined to take both guns and to set out for a real hunt in the big woods. They received their mother's permission, and after a lunch was prepared they started in high glee, talking about the squirrels and birds they expected to kill. Frank had his gun, and Willy had the musket; and both carried a plentiful supply of powder and some tolerably round slugs made from cartridges. They usually hunted in the part of the woods nearest the house, and they knew that game was not very abundant there; so, as a good long day was before them, they determined to go over to the other side of the woods. 3WWO L LITLE COXFEDERATES. They accordingly pushed on, taking a path which led through the forest. They went entirely through the big woods without seeing anything but one squirrel, and presently found themselves at the extreme edge of Holetown. They were just grumbling at the lack of game when they heard a distant horn. The sound came from perhaps a mile or more away, but was quite distinct. " What 's that Somebody fox-hunting -or is it a dinner-horn " asked Willy, listening intently. "It 's a horn to warn deserters, that 's what 't is," said Frank, pleased to show his superior knowledge. " I tell you what to do :-let 's go and hunt deserters," said Willy, eagerly. "All right. Won't that be fun!" and both boys set out down the road toward a point where they knew one of the paths ran into the pine-district, talking of the numbers of prisoners they expected to take. In an instant they were as alert and eager as young hounds on a trail. They had mapped out a plan before, and they knew exactly what they had to do. Frank was the cap- tain, by right of his being older; and Willy was lieutenant, and was to obey orders. The chief thing that troubled them was that they did not wish to be seen by any of the women or children about the cabins, for they all knew the boys, because they were accustomed to come to Oakland for sup- plies; then, too, the boys wished to remain on friendly terms with their neighbors. Another thing worried them. They 36 TWVO L177LE CONFEDERA IES. did not know what to do with their prisoners after they should have captured them. However, they pushed on and soon came to a ciim cart-way, which ran at right-angles to the main road and which went into the very heart of Hole- town. Here they halted to reconnoitre and to inspect their weapons. Even from the main road, the track, as it led off through the overhanging woods with thick underbrush of chinquapin bushes, appeared to the boys to have something strange about it, though they had at other times walked it from end to end. Still, they entered boldly, clutching their guns. Willy suggested that they should go in Indian file and that the rear one should step in the other's footprints as the Indians do; but Frank thought it was best to walk abreast, as the Indians walked in their peculiar way only to prevent an enemy who crossed their trail from knowing how many they wvere; and, so far from it being any disadvantage for the deserters to know their number, it was even better that they should know there were two, so that they would not attack from the rear. Accordingly, keeping abreast, they struck in; each taking the woods on one side of the road, which he was to watch and for which he was to be responsible. The farther they went the more indistinct the track be- came, and the wilder became the surrounding woods. They proceeded with great caution, examining every particularly thick clump of bushes; peeping behind each very large tree; and occasionally even taking a glance up among its boughs; 37 8I'IIO LITILE CON FEDERAYES. for they had themselves so often planned how, if pursued, they would climb trees and conceal themselves, that they would not have been at all surprised to find a fierce deserter, armed to the teeth, crouching among the branches. Though they searched carefully every spot where a deserter could possibly lurk, they passed through the oak woods and were deep in the pines without having seen any foe or heard a noise which could possibly proceed from one. A squirrel had daringly leaped from the trunk of a hickory- tree and run into the woods, right before them, stopping im- pudently to take a good look at them; but they were hunting larger game than squirrels, and they resisted the temptation to take a shot at him,-an exercise of virtue which brought them a distinct feeling of pleasure. They were, however beginning to be embarrassed as to their next course. They could hear the dogs barking, farther on in the pines, and knew they were approaching the vicinity of the settlement; for they had crossed the little creek which ran through a thicket of elder bushes and 'gums," and which marked the boundary of Holetown. Little paths, too, every now and then turned off from the main track and went into the pines, each leading to a cabin or bit of creek-bottom deeper in. They therefore were in a real dilemma concerning what to do; and Willy's suggestion, to eat lunch, was a welcome one. They determined to go a little way into the woods, where they could not be seen, and had just taken the lunch out of the game-bag and were turning into a by-path, when they 38 TWO LTILE CONEEDERA YES. met a man who was coming along at a slow, lounging walk, and carrying a long single-barrelled shot-gun across his arm. When first they, heard him, they thought he might be a deserter, but when he came nearer they saw that he was simply a countryman out hunting; for his old game-bag (from which peeped a squirrel's tail) was over his shoulder, and he had no weapon at all, excepting that old squirrel-gun. "Good morning, sir," said both boys, politely. " Mornin' ! WN hat luck y' all had" he asked good- naturedly, stopping and putting the butt of his gun on the ground, and resting lazily on it, preparatory to a chat. W\e're not hunting; we're hunting deserters." "Huntin' deserters!" echoed the man with a smile which broke into a chuckle of amusement as the thought worked its way into his brain. "Ain't you see' none " "No," said both boys in a breath, greatly pleased at his friendliness. "Do you know where any are" The man scratched his head, seeming to reflect. "Well, 'pears to me I hearn tell o' some, 'roun' to'des that-a-ways," making a comprehensive sweep of his arm in the direction just opposite to that which the boys were taking. " I seen the conscrip'-guard a little while ago pokin' 'roun' this-a-way; but Lor', that ain' the way to ketch deserters. I knows every foot o' groun' this-a-way, an' ef they was any deserters roun' here I'd be mighty apt to know it." This announcement was an extinguisher to the boys' hopes. Clearly, they were going in the wrong direction. 39 7 IVO LITT-LE COATEDERATES. 40 ;We are just going to eat our lunch," said Frank; "iwon't you join us" Willy added his invitation to his brother's, and their friend politely accepted, suggesting that they should walk back a little way and find a log. This all three did; and in a few minutes they were enjoying the lunch wd hich the boys' mother had provided, while the stranger w'as telling the boys his views about deserters, which, to say the least, were very original. " I seen the conscrip'-guard jes' this mornin', ridin' 'round whar they knowd they wvar n' no deserters, but ole w,,omens and children," he said with his mouth full. "W'Thy n't they go whar they knows deserters is. " he asked. " Where are they We heard they had a cave down on the river, and we were going there," declared the boys. ' Down on the river -a cave Ain' no cave down thar, without it 's below Rockett's mill; fur I 've hunted and fished ev'y foot o' that river up an' down both sides, an' t' ain' a hole thar, big enough to hide a' ole hyah, I ain' know." This proof was too conclusive to admit of further argu- ment. " Why don't you go in the army" asked Willy, after a brief reflection. " What XVhy don't I go in the army " repeated the hunter. " Why, I's z'n the army! You did n' think I war n't in the army, did you " The hunter's tone and the expression of his face were so TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. full of surprise that Willy felt deeply mortified at his rude- ness, and began at once to stammer something to explain himself. " I b'longs to Colonel Marshall's regiment," continued the man, "an' I 's been home sick on leave o' absence. Got wounded in the leg, an' I 's jes' gettin' well. I ain' rightly well enough to go back now, but I 's anxious to git back; I'm gwine to-morrov mornin' ef I don' go this evenin'. You see I kin hardly walk now !" and to demonstrate his lame- ness, he got up and limped a few yards. "I ain' well yit," he pursued, returning and dropping into his seat on the log, with his face drawn up by the pain the exertion had brought on. " Let me see your wound. Is it sore now" asked Willy, moving nearer to the man with a look expressive of mingled curiosity and sympathy. " You can't see it ; it 's up heah," said the soldier, touch- ing the upper part of his hip; " an' I got another one heah," he added, placing his hand very gently to his side. This one's whar a Yankee run me through with his sword. Now, that one was where a piece of shell hit me,-I don't keer nothin' 'bout that," and he opened his shirt and showed a tri- angular, purple scar on his shoulder. " You certainly must be a brave soldier," exclaimed both boys, impressed at sight of the scar, their voices softened by fervent admiration. "Yes, I kep' up with the bes' of 'em," he said, with a pleased smile. 41 TWO I;TTLE CONFEDERA TES. Suddenly a horn began to blow, " toot-toot-toot," as if all the " Millindys" in the world were being summoned. It was so near the boys that it quite startled them. " That 's for the deserters, now," they both exclaimed. Their friend looked calmly up and down the road, both ways. " Them rascally conscrip'-guard been tellin' you all that, to gi' 'em some excuse for keepin' out o' th' army theyselves -that 's all. Th' ain' gwine ketch no deserters any whar in all these parts, an' you kin tell 'em so. I 'm gwine down thar an' see what that horn 's a-blown' fur; hit 's somebody's dinner horn, or somp'n'," he added, rising and taking up his game-bag. "Can't we go with you " asked the boys. "Well, nor, I reckon you better not," he drawled; "thar 's some right bad dogs down thar in the pines,-mons'us bad ; an' I 's gwine cut through the woods an' see ef I can't pick up a squ'rr'i, gwine 'long, for the ole 'ooman's supper, as I got to go 'way to-night or to-morrow; she 's mighty poorly." ' Is she poorly much " asked WVilly, greatly concerned. "We '11 get mamma to come and see her to-morrow, and bring her some bread." " Nor, she ain' so sick; that is to say, she jis' poorly and 'sturbed in her mind. She gittin' sort o' old. Here, y' all take these squ'rr'ls," he said, taking the squirrels from his old game-bag and tossing them at Willy's feet. Both boys pro- 42 TWO LITILE CONFEDERA TES. tested, but he insisted. "Oh, yes; I kin get some mo' fur her." "Y' all better go home. Well, good-by, much obliged to you," and he strolled off with his gun in the bend of his arm, leaving the boys to admire and talk over his courage. They turned back, and had gone about a quarter of a mile, when they heard a great trampling of horses behind them. They stopped to listen, and in a little while a squad- ron of cavalry came in sight. The boys stepped to one side of the road to wait for them, eager to tell the important in- formation they had received from their friend, that there were no deserters in that section. In a hurried consultation they agreed not to tell that they had been hunting deserters themselves, as they knewv the soldiers would only have a laugh at their expense. " Hello, boys, what luck " called the officer in the lead, in a friendly manner. They told him they had not shot anything; that the squirrels had been given to them; and then both boys in- quired: " You all hunting for deserters " " You seen any " asked the leader, carelessly, while one or two men pressed their horses forward eagerly. "No, th' ain't any deserters in this direction at all," said the boys, with conviction in their manner. "' How do you know " asked the officer. "'Cause a gentleman told us so." , 43 4TWVO LI i'LE CONFEDERA IES "Who \When What gentleman " "A gentleman who met us a little while ago." "How long ago Who was he" Don't know who he wvas," said Frank. "W \lhen we were eating our snack," put in WVilly, not to be left otit. " How was he dressed Wlhere was it What sort of man was he " eagerly inquired the leading trooper. The boys proceeded to describe their friend, impressed by the intense interest accorded them by the listeners. " He was a sort of a man with red hair, and wore a pair of gray breeches and an old pair of shoes, and was in his shirt-sleeves." Frank was the spokesman. " And he had a gun-a long squirrel-gun," added \Villy, "and he said he belonged to Colonel Marshall's regi- ment. " Why, that 's Tim AiIills. He 's a deserter himself," exclaimed the captain. No, he ain't-/Ic ain't any deserter," protested both at once. " He is a mighty brave soldier, and he 's been home on a furlough to get well of a wound on his leg where he was shot." "Yes, and it ain't well yet. but he 's going back to his command to-night or to-morrow morning; and he's got another wound in his side where a Yankee ran him through with his sword. We know he ain't any deserter." i How do you know all this" ' asked the officer. 44 TWVO LITTLE CONFEDERA ZES. " He told us so himself, just now-a little while ago, that is," said the boys. The man laughed. " Why, he 's fooled you to death. That 's Tim himself, that 's been doing all the devilment about here. He is the worst deserter in the whole gang." " We saw the wound on his shoulder," declared the boys, still doubting. " I know it; he 's got one there,-that 's what I know him by. Which way did he go,-and how long has it been " " He wvent that way, down in the woods; and it 's been some time. fhe 's grot away now." The lads by this time were almost convinced of their mistake; but they could not prevent their sympathy from being on the side of their late agreeable companion. 'We'll catch the rascal," declared the leader, very fiercely. "Come on, men,-he can't have gone far;" and he wheeled his horse about and dashed back up the road at a great pace, followed by his men. The boys were half inclined to follow and aid in the capture; but Frank, after a moment's thought, said solemnly: " No, \Willy; an Arab never betrays a man who has eaten his salt. This man has broken bread with us ; we cannot give him up. I don't think wve ought to have told about him as much as we did." This was an araument not to be despised. 45 46 TWI"O ITiLE COXFEDERA TES. A little later, as the boys trudged home, they heard the horns blowing again a regular " toot-toot" for " Millindy." It struck them that supper followed dinner very quickly in H oletown. When the troop passed by in the evening the men were in very bad humor. They had had a fruitless addition to their ride, and some of them were inclined to say that the boys had never seen any man at all, which the boys thought was pretty silly, as the man had eaten at least two-thirds of their lunch. Somehow the story got out, and Hugh was very scornful because the boys had given their lunch to a deserter. CHAPTER VIII. A S time went by the condition of things at Oakland changed-as it did everywhere else. The boys' mother, like all the other ladies of the country, was so devoted to the cause that she gave to the soldiers until there was nothing left. After that there was a failure of the crops, and the immediate necessities of the family and the hands on the place were great. There was no sugar nor coffee nor tea. These luxuries had been given up long before. An attempt was made to manufacture sugar out of the sorghum, or sugar-cane, which was now being cultivated as an experiment; but it proved unsuccessful, and molasses made from the cane was the only sweetening. The boys, however, never liked anything sweet- ened with molasses, so they gave up everything that had molasses in it. Sassafras tea was tried as a substitute for tea, and a drink made out of parched corn and wheat, of burnt sweet potato and other things, in the place of coffee; but none of them were fit to drink-at least so the boys thought. The wheat crop proved a failure; but the corn turned out very fine, and the boys learned to live on corn bread, as there was no wheat bread. The soldiers still came by, and the house was often full of 48VO 1ITTLE CONFEDERATES. young officers who came to see the boys' cousins. The boys used to ride the horses to and from the stables, and, being perfectly fearless, became very fine riders. Several times, among the visitors, came the young colonel who had commanded the regiment that had camped at the bridge the first year of the wvar. It did not seem to the boys that Cousin Belle liked him, for she took much longer to dress when he came ; and if there were other officers present she would take very little notice of the colonel. Both boys were in love with her, and after considerable hesitation had written her a joint letter to tell her so, at which she laughed heartily and kissed them both and called them her sweethearts. But, though they were jealous of several young officers who came from time to time, thcy felt sorry for the colonel,-their cousin was so mean to him. They were on the best terms with him ana had announced their intention of going into his regiment if only the war should last long enough. When he came there was always a scram- ble to get his horse ; though of all who came to Oakland he rode the wildest horses, as both boys knew by practical experience. At length the soldiers moved off too far to permit them to come on visits, and things were very dull. So it was for a long while. But one evening in May, about sunset, as the boys were playing in the yard, a man came riding through the place on the way to Richmond. His horse showed that he had been 48 TWO LITTLE CONVEDERA TES. riding hard. He asked the nearest way to " Ground-Squirrel Bridge." The Yankees, he said, were coming. It was a raid. He had ridden ahead of them, and had left them about Greenbay depot, which they had set on fire. He was in too great a hurry to stop and get something to eat, and he rode off, leaving much excitement behind him; for Greenbay was only eight miles away, and Oakland lay right between two roads to Richmond, down one or the other of which the party of raiders must certainly pass. It was the first time the boys ever saw their mother exhibit so much emotion as she then did. She came to the door and called " Balla, come here." Her voice sounded to the boys a little strained and troubled, and they ran up the steps and stood by her. Balla came to the portico, and looked up with an air of inquiry. He, too, showed excitement. " Balla, I want you to know that if you wish to go, you can do so." ' Hi, Mistis " began Balla, with an air of reproach; but she cut him short and kept on. " I want you all to know it." She was speaking now so as to be heard by the cook and the maids who were standing about the yard listening to her. " I want you all to know it -every one on the place ! You can go if you wish; but, if you go, you can never come back !" " Hi, Mistis," broke in Uncle Balla, " whar is I got to go I wuz born on dis place an' I 'spec' to die here, an' be buried 49 5 TWO LITTLE CONTEDERA TES right yonder; " and he turned and pointed up to the dark clumps of trees that marked the graveyard on the hill, a half mile away, where the colored people were buried. " Dat I does," he affirmed positively. "Y' all sticks by us, and we '11 stick by you." " I know I ain' gwine nowhar wid no Yankees or nothin'," said Lucy Ann, in an undertone. " Dee tell me dee got hoofs and horns," laughed one of the women in the yard. The boys' mother started to say something further to Balla, but though she opened her lips, she did not speak; she turned suddenly and walked into the house and into her chamber, where she shut the door behind her. The boys thought she was angry, but when they softly followed her a few minutes afterward, she got up hastily from where she had been kneeling beside the bed, and they saw that she had been crying. A murmur under the window called them back to the portico. It had begun to grow dark; but a bright spot was glowing on the horizon, and on this every one's gaze was fixed. " Where is it, Balla \What is it " asked the boys' mother, her voice no longer strained and harsh, but even softer than usual. " It's the depot, madam. They 's burnin' it. That man told me they was burnin' ev'ywhar they went." " Will they be here to-night " asked his mistress. "No, marm; I don' hardly think they will. That man so TWO LITTLE CON7FED ERA TES. said they could n't travel more than thirty miles a day; but they 'ell be plenty of 'em here to-morrow-to breakfast." He gave a nervous sort of laugh. " Here,-you all come here," said their mistress to the servants. She went to the smoke-house and unlocked it. ,'Go in there and get down the bacon-take a piece, each of you." A great deal was still left. " Balla, step here." She called him aside and spoke earnestly in an undertone. " Yes 'm, that 's so; that 's jes' what I wuz gwine do," the boys heard him say. Their mother sent the boys out. She went and locked herself in her room, but they heard her footsteps as she turned about within, and now and then they heard her open- ing and shutting drawers and moving chairs. In a little while she came out. "Frank, you and Willy go and tell Balla to come to the chamber door. He may be out in the stable." They dashed out, proud to bear so important a message. They could not find him, but an hour later they heard him coming from the stable. He at once went into the house. They rushed into the chamber, where they found the door of the closet open. " Balla, come in here," called their mother from within. "Have you got them safe " she asked. "Yes 'mi; jes' as safe as they kin be. I want to be 'bout here when they come, or I 'd go down an' stay whar they is." " What is it " asked the boys. 5 I TWO LI7 7LE CONFEDERA TES. "Where is the best place to put that" she said, pointing to a large, strong box in which, they knew, the finest silver was kept; indeed, all excepting what was used every day on the table. "XVell, I declar', Mistis, that 's hard to tell," said the old driver, " without it 's in the stable." "They may burn that down." "That 's so; you might bury it under the floor of the smoke-house " "I have heard that they always look for silver there," said the boys' mother. ' How would it do to bury it in the garden " "That's the very place I was gwine name," said Balla, with flattering approval. "They can't burn M/ial down, and if they gwine dig for it then they '11 have to dig a long time before they git over that big garden." He stooped and lifted up one end of the box to test its weight. XI thought of the other end of the flower-bed, between the big rose-bush and the lilac." " That 's the very place I had in my mind," declared the old man. "They won' never fine it dyah!" " We know a good place," said the boys both together; "it 's a heap better than that. It 's where we bury our treas- ures when we play ' Black-beard the Pirate."' "Very well," said their mother; "I don't care to know where it is until after to-morrow, anyhow. I know I can trust you," she added, addressing Balla. 52 TWO TILZE CONFEDERA TES. " Yes 'm, you know dat," said he, simply. "I '11 jes' go an' git my hoe." "The garden hasn't got a roof to it, has it, Unc' Balla " asked Willy, quietly. " Go 'way from here, boy," said the old man, making a sweep at him with his hand. " That boy ain' never done talkin' 'bout that thing yit," he added, with a pleased laugh, to his mistress. " And you ain't ever given me all those chickens either," responded Willy, forgetting his grammar. "Oh, well, I 'm gwi' do it; ain't you hear me say I 'm gwine do it " he laughed as he went out. The boys were too excited to get sleepy before the silver was hidden. Their mother told them they might go down into the garden and help Balla, on condition that they would not talk. " That 's the way we always do when we bury the treasure. Ain't it, Willy" asked Frank. " If a man speaks, it 's death!" declared Willy, slapping his hand on his side as if to draw a sword, striking a theatri- cal attitude and speaking in a deep voice. " Give the 'galleon' to us," said Frank. " No; be off with you," said their mother. " That ain't the way," said Frank. " A pirate never digs the hole until he has his treasure at hand. To do so would prove him but a novice; would n't it, XWilly " " Well, I leave it all to you, my little Buccaneers," said 53 14 ' 0 LITILE CONFEDERA TES. their mother, laughing. "I'll take care of the spoons and forks we use every day. I '11 just hide them away in a hole somewhere." The boys started off after Balla with a shout, but remem- bered their errand and suddenly hushed down to a little squeal of delight at being actually engaged in burying treas- ure-real silver. It seemed too good to be true, and withal there was a real excitement about it, for how could they know but that some one might watch them from some hiding-place, or might even fire into them as they worked They met the old fellow as he was coming from the car- riage-house with a hoe and a spade in his hands. He was on his way to the garden in a very straightforward manner, but the boys made him understand that to bury treasure it was necessary to be particularly secret, and after some little grumbling, Balla humored them. The difficulty of getting the box of silver out of the house secretly, whilst all the family were up, and the servants were moving about, was so great that this part of the affair had to be carried on in a manner different from the usual programme of pirates of the first water. Even the boys had to admit this; and they yielded to old Balla's advice on this point, but made up for it by additional formality, ceremony, and secrecy in pointing out the spot where the box was to be hid. Old Balla was quite accustomed to their games and fun- their "pranks," as he called them. He accordingly yielded willingly when they marched him to a point at the lower end 54 TWO LITILE CONFEDERA TES. of the yard, on the opposite side from the garden, and left him. But he was inclined to give trouble when they both re- appeared with a gun, and in a whisper announced that they must march first up the ditch which ran by the spring around the foot of the garden. " Look here, boys; I ain' got time to fool with you chillern," said the old man. "Ain't you hear your ma tell me she 'pend on me to bury that silver what yo' gran'ma and gran'pa used to eat off o'-an' don' wan' nobody to know nothin' 'bout it An' )' all comin' here with guns, like you huntin' squ'rr'ls, an' now talkin' 'bout wadin' in the ditch!" "But, Unc' Balla, that's the way all buccaneers do," pro- tested Frank. "Yes, buccaneers always go by water," said Willy. " And we can stoop in the ditch and come in at the far end of the garden, so nobody can see us," added Frank. " Bookanear or bookafar,-I'se gwine in dat garden and dig a hole wid my hoe, an' I is too ole to be wadin' in a ditch like chillern. I got the misery in my knee now, so bad I 'se sca'cely able to stand. I don't know huccome y' all ain't satisfied with the place you' ma an' I done pick, anyways." This was too serious a mutiny for the boys. So it was finally agreed that one gun should be returned to the office, and that they should enter by the gate, after which Balla was to go with the boys by the way they should show him, and see the spot they thought of. They took him down through the weeds around the gar- 55 56TWO LITYLE COXFEDERA YES. den, crouching under the rose-bushes, and at last stopped at a spot under the slope, completely surrounded by shrubbery. " Here is the spot," said Frank in a whisper, pointing under one of the bushes. " It's in a line with the longest limb of the big oak-tree by the gate," added Willy, "'and when this locust bush and that cedar grow to be big trees, it will be just half-way between them." As this seemed to Balla a very good place, he set to work at once to dig, the two boys helping him as well as they could. It took a great deal longer to dig the hole in the dark than they had expected, and when they got back to the house everything was quiet. The boys had their hats pulled over their eyes, and had turned their jackets inside out to disguise themselves. " It 's a first-rate place ! Ain't it, Unc' Balla " they said, as they entered the chamber where their mother and aunt were waiting for them. " Do you think it will do, Balla " their mother asked. "Oh, yes, madam; it 's far enough, an' they got mighty comical ways to get dyah, wadin' in ditch an' things-it will do. I ain' sho' I kin fin' it ag'in myself." He was not particularly enthusiastic. Now, however, he shouldered the box, with a grunt at its weight, and the party went slowly out through the back door into the dark. The glow of the burning depot was still visible in the west. Then it was decided that Willy should go before-he said 56 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. to " reconnoitre," Balla said " to open the gate and lead the way,"-and that Frank should bring up the rear. They trudged slowly on through the darkness, Frank and WTilly watching on every side, old Balla stooping under the weight of the big box. After they were some distance in the garden they heard, or thought they heard, a sound back at the gate, but decided that it was nothing but the latch clicking; and they went on down to their hiding place. In a little while the black box was well settled in the hole, and the dirt was thrown upon it. The replaced earth made something of a mound, which was unfortunate. They had not thought of this; but they covered it with leaves, and agreed that it was so well hidden, the Yankees would never dream of looking there. " U nc' Balla, where are your horses " asked one of the boys. "That's for me to know, an' them to find out what kin," replied the old fellow with a chuckle of satisfaction. The whole party crept back out of the garden, and the boys were soon dreaming of buccaneers and pirates. 57 CHAPTER IX. T HE boys were not sure that they had even fallen asleep when they heard Lucy Ann call, outside. They turned over to take another nap. She was coming up to the door. No, for it was a man's step, it must be Uncle Balla's; they, heard horses trampling and people talking. In a second the door was flung open, and a man strode into the room followed by one, two, a half-dozen others, all white and all in uniform. They were Yankees. The boys were too fright- ened to speak. They thought they were arrested for hiding the silver. " G-et up, you lazy little rebels," cried one of the intruders, not unpleasantly. As the boys were not very quick in obey- ing, being really too frightned to do more than sit up in bed, the man caught the mattress by the end, and lifting it with a jerk emptied them and all the bedclothes out into the middle of the floor in a heap. At this all the other men laughed. A minute more and he had drawn his sword. The boys expected no less than to be immediately killed. They were almost paralyzed. But instead of plunging his sword into them, the man began to stick it into the mattresses and to rip them up; while others pulled open the drawers of the bureau and pitched the things on the floor. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. The boys felt themselves to be in a very exposed and de- fenceless condition; and Willy, who had become tangled in the bedclothes, and had been a little hurt in falling, now that the strain was somewhat over, began to cry. In a minute a shadow darkened the doorway and their mother stood in the room. " Leave the room instantly !" she cried. "Are n't you ashamed to frighten children !" " We have n't hurt the brats," said the man with the sword, good- naturedly. 4 Well, you terrify them to death. It 's just as bad. Give me those clothes !" and she sprang forward and snatched the boys' clothes from the hands of a man who had taken them up. She flung the suits to the boys, who lost no time in slipping into them. They had at once recovered their courage in the presence of their mother. She seemed to them, as she braved the in- truders, the grandest person they had ever seen. Her face was white, but her eyes were like coals of fire. They were very glad she had never looked or talked so to them. When they got outdoors the yard was full of soldiers. They were upon the porches, in the entry, and in the house. The smoke-house was open and so were the doors of all the other outhouses, and now and then a man passed, carrying some article which the boys recognized. In a little while the soldiers had taken everything they 59 6o TWO L1ciTLE CONFEDERA47ES. could carry conveniently, and even things which must have caused them some inconvenience. They had secured all the bacon that had been left in the smoke-house, as well as all other eatables they could find. It was a queer sight, to see the fellows sitting on their horses with a ham or a pair of fowls tied to one side of the saddle and an engraving, or a package of books, or some ornament, to the other. A new party of men had by this time come up from the direction of the stables. " Old man, come here! " called some of them to Balla, who was standing near expostulating with the men who were about the fire. " \ho -me " asked Balla. " B'ain't you the carriage driver " -Ain't I the keridge driver " Yes, _Oy,; we know you are, so you need not be lying about it." Hi ! yes; I the keridge driver. Who say I ain't " "Well, where have ,ou hid-those horses Come, we want to know, quick," said the fellow roughly, taking out his pistol in a threatening wvay. The old man's eyes grew wide. " Hi ! befo' de Lord! MIarster, how I know anything of the horses ef they ain't in the stable,-there's where we keep horses !" " Here, you come with us. We won't have no foolin' 'bout this," said his questioner, seizing him by the shoulder and jerking him angrily around. " If you don't show us Q. m Cfl .- u . - z (n C U2 - w cn a) E- E- c CW. il: E- X C: 0 This page in the original text is blank. TWO LI1TTLE CONFEDERA YES. pretty quick where those horses are, we '11 put a bullet or two into you. March off there!" He was backed by a half-a-dozen more, but the pistol, which was at old Balla's head, wvas his most efficient ally. " Hi! Marster, don't pint dat thing at me that way. I ain't ready to die yit-an' I ain' like dem things, noways," protested Balla. There is no telling how much further his courage could have withstood their threats, for the boys' mother made her appearance. She was about to bid Balla show where the horses were, when a party rode into the yard leading them. "Hi! there are Bill and John, now," exclaimed the boys, recognizing the black carriage-horses which were being led along. "Well, ef dee ain't got 'em, sho' 'nough !" exclaimed the old driver, forgetting his fear of the cocked pistols. ' Gentlemen, marsters, don't teck my horses, ef you please," he pleaded, pushing through the group that sur- rounded him, and approaching the man who led the horses. They only laughed at him. Both the boys ran to their mother, and, flinging their arms about her, burst out crying. In a few minutes the men started off, riding across the fields; and in a little while not a soldier was in sight. " I wish Marse \William could see you ridin' 'cross them 63 64 TW 0 LIT TLE COANFEDERA TES. fields," said Balla, looking after the retiring troop in futile indignation. Investigation revealed the fact that every horse and mule on the plantation had been carried off, except only two or three old mules, which were evidently considered not worth taking. CHAPTER X. A FTER this, times were very hard on the plantation. But the boys' mother struggled to provide as best she could for the family and hands. She used to ride all over the county to secure the supplies which wvere necessary for their support; one of the boys usually being her escort and riding behind her on one of the old mules that the raiders had left. In this way the boys became acquainted with the roads of the county and even with all the bridle-paths in the neighborhood of their home. Many of these were dim enough too, running through stretches of pine forest, across old fields which were little better than jungle, along gullies, up ditches, and through woods mile after mile. They were generally useful only to a race, such as the negroes, which had an instinct for direction like that shown by some animals; but the boys learned to follow them unerringly, and soon became as skilful in " keepin' de parf " as any night-walker on the plantation. As the year passed the times grew harder and harder, and the expeditions made by the boys' mother became longer and longer, and more and more frequent. The meat gave out, and, worst of all, they had no hogs left for next year. The plantation usually subsisted on bacon; 6TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. but now there was not a pig left on the place-unless the old 'vild sow in the big woods (who had refused to be "driven up " the fail before) still survived, which was doubtful; for the most diligent search was made for her without success, and it was conceded that even she had fallen pre) to the deserters. Nothing was heard of her for months. One day, in the autumn, the boys were out hunting in the big woods, in the most distant and wildest part, where they sloped down toward a little marsh) branch that ran into the river a mile or two away. It was a very dry spell and squirrels were hard to find, owing, the boys agreed, to the noise made in tramping through the dry leaves. Finally, they decided to station themselves each at the foot of a hickory and wait for the squirrels. They found two large hickory trees not too far apart, and took their positions each on the ground, with his back to a tree. It was very dull, waiting, and a half-whispered colloquy was passing between them as to the advisability of giving it up, when a faint " cranch, cranch, cranch," sounded in the dry leaves. At first the boys thought it was a squirrel, and both of them grasped their guns. Then the sound came again, but this time there appeared to be, not one, but a number of animals, rustling slowly along. " What is it " asked Frank of Willy, whose tree was a little nearer the direction from which the sound came. "'Tain't anything but some cows or sheep, I believe," 66 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. said Willy, in a disappointed tone. The look of interest died out of Frank's face, but he still kept his eyes in the direction of the sound, which was nowv very distinct. The underbrush, however, was too thick for them to see anything. At length \Villy rose and pushed his way rapidly through the bushes toward the animals. There was a sudden " oof, oof," and Frank heard them rushing back down through the woods toward the marsh. "Somebody's hogs," he muttered, in disgust. " Frank! Frank! " called \Willy, in a most excited tone. " What " " It 's the old spotted sow, and she 's got a lot of pigs with her-great big shoats, nearly grown! " Frank sprang up and ran through the bushes. At least six of 'em !" Let 's follow 'em All right." The boys, stooping their heads, struck out through the bushes in the direction from which the yet retreating animals could still be heard. "Let 's shoot 'em." All right." On they kept as hard as they could. What great news it was! What royal game! " It 's like hunting wild boars, is n't it" shouted Willy, joyfully. They followed the track left by the animals in the leaves 67 68 TWO UITYLE CONFEDERA TES. kicked up in their mad flight. It led down over the hill, through the thicket, and came to an end at the marsh which marked the beginning of the swamp. Beyond that it could not be traced ; but it was evident that the wild hogs had taken refuge in the impenetrable recesses of the marsh which was their home. CHAPTER XI. A FTER circling the edge of the swamp for some time the boys, as it was now growing late, turned toward home. They wvere full of their valuable discovery, and laid all sorts of plans for the capture of the hogs. They would not tell even their mother, as they wished to surprise her. They were, of course, familiar with all the modes of trapping game, as described in the story books, and they dis- cussed them all. The easiest way to get the hogs was to shoot them, and this would be the most "fun;" but it would never do, for the meat would spoil. When they reached home they hunted up Uncle Balla and told him about their discovery. He was very much inclined to laugh at them. The hogs they had seen were nothing, he told them, but some of the neighbors' hogs which had wandered into the woods. When the boys went to bed they talked it over once more, and determined that next day they would thoroughly explore the woods and the swamp also, as far as they could. The following afternoon, therefore, they set out, and made immediately for that part of the woods where they had seen and heard the hogs the day before. One of them car- ried a gun and the other a long jumping-pole. After finding the trail they followed it straight down to the swamp. 70 TI1O LITTLE CONFEDERA7ES. Rolling their trousers up above their knees, they waded boldly in, selecting an opening between the bushes which looked like a hog-path. They proceeded slowly, for the briers were so thick in many places that they could hardly make any progress at all when they neared the branch. So they turned and worked their way painfully down the stream. At last, however, they reached a place where the brambles and bushes seemed to form a perfect wall before them. It was impossible to get through. - Let 's go home," said XWilly. "Tain't any uise to try to get through there. My legs are scratched all to pieces now. " Let 's try and get out here," said Frank, and he turned from the wall of brambles. They crept along, springing from hummock to hummock. Presently they came to a spot where the oozy mud extended at least eight or ten feet before the next tuft of grass. "How am I to get the gun across " asked Willy, dole- fully. " That 's a fact! It 's too far to throw it, even with the caps off." At length they concluded to go back for a piece of log they had seen, and to throw this down so as to lessen the distance. They pulled the log out of the sand, carried it to the muddy spot, and threw it into the mud where they wanted it. Frank stuck his pole down and felt until he had what he TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TAS. thought a secure hold on it, fixed his eye on the tuft of grass beyond, and sprang into air. As he jumped the pole slipped from its insecure support into the miry mud, and Frank, instead of landing on the hummock for which he had aimed, lost his direction, and soused flat on his side with a loud " spa-lash," in the water and mud three feet to the left. He was a queer object as he staggered to his feet in the quagmire ; but at the instant a loud " oof, oof," came from the thicket, not a dozen yards away, and the whole herd of hogs, roused, by his fall, from slumber in their muddy lair, dashed away through the swamp with " oofs " of fear. "i There they go, there they fro !" shouted both boys, eagerly,-Willy, in his excitement, splashing across the peril- ous-looking quagmire, and finding it not so deep as it had looked. "There 's where they go in and out," exclaimed Frank, pointing to a low round opening, not more than eighteen inches high, a little further beyond them, which formed an arch in the almost solid wall of brambles surrounding the place. As it was now late they returned home, resolving to wvait until the next afternoon before taking any further steps. There was not a pound of bacon to be obtained anywhere in the country for love or money, and the flock of sheep was almost gone. 7 r TWO LIZ JLE COATFED[RATES. Their mother's anxiety as to means for keeping her de- pendents from starving was so great that the boys were on the point of telling her what they knew; and when they heard her wishing she had a few hogTs to fatten, they could scarcely keep from letting her know their plans. At last they had to jump up. and run out of the room. Next day the boys each hunted up a pair of old boots which thev had used the winter before. The leather was so dry and wsorn that the boots hurt their growing feet cruelly, but they brought the boots along to put on when they reached the swzzamp. This time, each took a gun, and they also carried an axe, for now they had determined on a plan for capturing the hogs. "I wish wve had let Peter and Cole come," said W\illy, dolefully, sitting on the butt end of a log they had cut, and wiping his face on his sleeve. "Or had asked Uncle Balla to help us," added Frank. "They 'd be certain to tell all about it." "Yes; so they would." There settled down in silence, and panted. "I tell you what we ought to do! Bait the hog-path, as you would for fish." This was the suggestion of the angler, Frank. " With what " " Acorns." The acorns were tolerably plentiful around the roots of the big oaks, so the boys set to work to pick them up. It 72 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. was an easier job than cutting the log, and it was not long before each had his hat full. As they started down to the swamp, Frank exclaimed, suddenly, " Look there, Willy!" WVilly looked, and not fifty yards away, with their ends resting on old stumps, were three or four " hacks," or piles of rails, which had been mauled the season before and left there, probably having been forgotten or overlooked. Willy gave a hurrah, while bending under the weight of a large rail. At the spot where the hog-path came out of the thicket they commenced to build their trap. First they laid a floor of rails; then they built a pen, five or six rails high, which they strengthened with " outriders." \Vhen the pen was finished, they pried up the side nearest the thicket, from the bottom rail, about a foot; that is, high enough for the animals to enter. This they did by means of two rails, using one as a fulcrum and one as a lever, having shortened them enough to enable the work to be done from inside the pen. The lever they pulled down at the farther end until it touched the bottom of the trap, and fastened it by another rail, a thin one, run at right-angles to the lever, and across the pen. This would slip easily when pushed away from the gap, and needed to be moved only about an inch to slip from the end of the lever and release it; the weight of the pen would then close the gap. Behind this rail the acorns were 73 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA 7ES. to be thrown; and the hogs, in trying to get the bait, would push the rail, free the lever or trigger, and the gap would be closed by the fall of the pen when the lever was released. It was nearly night when the boys finished. They scattered a portion of the acorns for bait along the path and up into the pen, to toll the hogs in. The rest they strewed inside the pen, beyond their sliding rail. They could scarcely tear themselves away from the pen; but it was so late they had to hurry home. Next day was Sunday. But Monday morning, by day- light, they were up and went out with their guns, apparently to hunt squirrels. They went, however, straight to their trap. As they approached they thought they heard the hogs grunt- ing in the pen. \VTilly was sure of it; and they ran as hard as they could. But there were no hogs there. After going every morning and evening for two weeks, there never had been even an acorn missed, so they stopped their visits. Peter and Cole found out about the pen, and then the servants learned of it, and the boys were joked and laughed at Unmercifully. " I believe them boys is distracted," said old Balla, in the kitchen; "settin' a pen in them woods for to ketch hogs,- with the gap open ! Think hogs goin' stay in pen with gap open ef any wuz dyah to went in !" "Well, you come out and help us hunt for them," said the boys to the old driver. "Go 'way, boy, I ain' got time foolin' wid you chillern. 74 TWO LITILE CONFEDERATES. buildin' pen in swamp. There ain't no hogs in them woods, onless they got in dyah sence las' fall." "You saw 'em, did n't you, Willy " declared Frank. Yes, I did." "Go 'way. Don't you know, ef that old sow had been in them woods the boys would have got her up las' fall-an' ef they had n't, she 'd come up long befo' this " " Mister Hall ketch you boys puttin' his hogs up in pen, he '11 teck you up," said Lucy Ann, in her usual teasing way. This was too much for the boys to stand after all they had done. Uncle Balla must be right. They would have to admit it. The hogs must have belonged to some one else. And their mother was in such desperate straits about meat ! Lucy Ann's last shot, about catching Mr. Hall's hogs, took effect; and the boys agreed that they would go out some afternoon and pull the pen down. The next afternoon they took their guns, and started out (n a squirrel-hunt. They did not have much luck, however. "Let's go by there, and pull the old pen down," said Frank, as the) started homeward from the far side of the woods. "It's out of the way,-let the old thing rip." WVe 'd better pull it down. If a hog were to be caught there, it would n't do." I vwish he would !-but there ain't any hogs going to get caught," growled Willy. 75 760TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA YES. " He might starve to death." This suggestion persuaded W\illy, who could not bear to have anything suffer. So they sauntered down toward the swamp. As they approached it, a squirrel ran up a tree, and both boys were after it in a second. They were standing, one on each side of the tree, gazing up, trying to get a sight of the little animal among the gray branches, when a sound came to the ears of both of them at the same moment. ,, That 's that " both asked together. It 's hogs, grunting." "No, they are fighting. They are in the swamp. Let 's run," said Willy. " No; we 'll scare them away. They may be near the trap," was Frank's prudent suggestion. " Let 's creep up." "I hear young pigs squealing. Do you think they are ours " The squirrel was left, flattened out and trembling on top of a large limb, and the boys stole down the hill toward the pen. The hogs were not in sight, though they could be heard grunting and scuffling. They, crept closer. Willy crawled through a thick clump of bushes, and sprang to his feet with a shout. "We 've got 'em ! We 've got 'em!" he cried, running toward the pen, followed by Frank. Sure enough! There they were, fast in the pen, fighting and snorting to get out, and tearing around with the bristles high on their round backs, the old sow and seven large young 76 TWVO -IT77TLE CONFEDERAYES. hogs ; while a litter of eight little pigs, as the boys ran up, squeezed through the rails, and, squealing, dashed away into the grass. The hogs were almost frantic at the sight of the boys, and rushed madly at the sides of the pen ; but the boys had made it too strong to be broken. After gazing at their capture awhile, and piling a fewv more outriders on the corners of the pen to make it more secure, the two trappers rushed home. They dashed breath- less and panting into their mother's room, shouting, "We 've got 'em !-we 've got 'em !" and, seizing her, began to dance up and down with her. In a little while the whole plantation wvas aware of the capture, and old Balla was sent out with them to look at the hogs to make sure they did not belong to some one else,-as he insisted they did. The boys went with him. It was quite dark when he returned, but as he came in the proof of the boys' success was written on his face. He was in a broad grin. To his mistress's inquiry he replied, "Yes, 'm, they's got 'em, sho' 'nough. They 's the beatenes' boys!" For some time afterward he would every now and then break into a chuckle of amused content and exclaim, " Them 's right smart chillern." And at Christmas, when the hogs were killed, this was the opinion of the whole plantation. 77 CHAPTER XII. T HE gibes of Lucy Ann, and the occasional little thrusts of Hugh about the "deserter business," continued and kept the boys stirred up. At length they could stand it no longer. It was decided between them that they must retrieve their reputations by capturing a real deserter and turning him over to the conscript-officer whose office was at the depot. Accordingly, one Saturday they started out on an expe- dition, the object of which was to capture a deserter though they should die in the attempt. The conscript-guard had been unusually active lately, and it was said that several deserters had been caught. The boys turned in at their old road, and made their way into Holetown. Their guns were loaded with large slugs, and they felt the ardor of battle thrill them as they marched along down the narrow roadway. They were trudging on when they were hailed by name from behind. Turning, they saw their friend Tim Mills, coming along at the same slouch- ing gait in which he always walked. His old single-barrel gun was thrown across his arm, and he looked a little rustier than on the day he had shared their lunch. The boys held a little whispered conversation, and decided on a treaty of friendship. TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA TES. " Good-mornin'," he said, on coming up to them. " How's your ma " Good-morning. She's right well." " What y' all doin' Huntin' d'serters agin " he asked. " Yes. Come on and help us catch them." " No; I can't do that-exactly ;-but I tell you what I can do. I can tell you whar one is! " The boys' faces glowed. " All right!" " Let me see," he began, reflectively, chewing a stick. "Does y' all know Billy Johnson " The boys did not know him. " You sure you don't know him He's a tall, long fel- low, 'bout forty years old, and breshes his hair mighty slick; got a big nose, and a gap-tooth, and a mustache. He lives dowvn in the lower neighborhood." Even after this description the boys failed to recognize him. "\VWell, he's the feller. I can tell you right whar he is, this minute. He did me a mean trick, an' I'm gwvine to give him up. Come along." "\What did he do to you " inquired the boys, as they followed him down the road. " XWhy he ; but 't 's no use to be rakin' it up agin. You know he always passes hisself off as one o' the conscrip'- guards,-that 's his dodge. Like as not, that's what he 's gwine try and put off on y' all now; but don't you let him fool you." 79 T TW0 ,LTTLE CONFEDERATES. "\ We're not going to," said the boys. " He rigs hisself up in a uniform-jes' like as not he stole it, too,-an (roes roun' foolin people, meckin' out he's such a soldier. If he fools with me, I'm gwine to finish him Here Tim gripped his gun fiercely. The boys promised not to be fooled by the wily Johnson. All they asked was to have him pointed out to them. " Don't you let him put up any game on you 'bout bein' a conscrip'-guard hisself," continued their friend. "No, indeed we won't. WRe are obliged to you for telling us. "He ain't so very fur from here. He's mighty tecken up with John Hall's gal, and is tryin' to meck out like he's Gen'l Lee hisself, an' she ain't got no mo' sense than to b'lieve him." "Why, we heard, Mr. Mills, she was going to marry "'OU. "Oh, no, I ain't a good enough soldier for her; she wants to marry Gcnz'l Lcc." The boys laughed at his dry tone. As they, walked along they consulted how the capture should be made. " I tell you how to take him," said their companion. " He is a monstrous coward, and all you got to do is jest to bring your guns down on him. I would n't shoot him-'nless he tried to run; but if he did that, when he got a little dis- tance I'd pepper him about his legs. Make him give up his 80 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. sword and pistol and don't let him ride; 'cause if you do, he'll git away. Make him walk-the rascal !" The boys promised to carry out these kindly sugges- tions. They) soon came in sight of the little house where 'Mills said the deserter was. A soldier's horse was standing tied at the gate, with a sword hung from the saddle. The owner, in full uniform, was sitting on the porch. I can't go any furder," whispered their friend; " but that's him--that's 'Gen'l Lee '-the triflin' scoundrel !- loafin' 'roun' here 'sted o' cgoin' in the army! I b'lieve y' all is 'fraid to take him," eying the boys suspiciously. "No, we ain't; you'll see," said both boys, fired at the doubt. "All right; I'm goin' to wait right here and watch you. Go ahead." The boys looked at the guns to see if they were all right, and marched up the road keeping their eyes on the enemy. It was agreed that Frank was to do the talking and give the orders. They said not a word until they reached the gate. They could see a young woman moving about in the house, setting a table. At the gate they stopped, so as to prevent the man from getting to his horse. The soldier eyed them curiously. "I wonder whose boys they is " he said to himself. "They's certainly actin' com- ical! Playin' soldiers, I reckon." 6 Si TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. " Cock your gun-easy," said Frank, in a low tone, suit- ing his own action to the word. \Willy obeyed. " Come out here, if you please," Frank called to the man. He- could not keep his voice from shaking a little, but the man rose and lounged out toward them. His prompt com- pliance reassured them. They stood, gripping their guns and watching him as he advanced. "Come outside the gate!" He did as Frank said. "What do you want " he asked impatiently. "You are our prisoner," said Frank, sternly, dropping down his gun with the muzzle toward the captive, and giving a glance at Willy to see that he was supported. "Your what What do you mean " W'e arrest you as a deserter." How proud Willy was of Frank! " Go 'way from here; I ain't no deserter. I'm a-huntin' for deserters, myself," the man replied, laughing. Frank smiled at WVilly with a nod, as much as to say, " You see, just what Tim told us! "Ain't your name Mr. Billy Johnson " "Yes; that's my name." " You are the man we're looking for. March down that road. But don't run,-if you do, we'll shoot you !" As the boys seemed perfectly serious and the muzzles of both guns were pointing directly at him, the man began to 82 TWO LITTZE CONFEDERA 7ES. think that they were in earnest. But he could hardly credit his senses A suspicion flashed into his mind. Look here, boys," he said, rather angrily, " I don't want any of your foolin' with me. I'm too old to play with children. If you all don't go 'long home and stop giving me impudence, I'll slap you over !" He started angrily toward Frank. As he did so, Frank brought the gun to his shoulder. "Stand back!" he said, looking along the barrel, right into the man's eyes. "If you move a step, I'll blow your head off!" The soldier's jaw fell. He stopped and threw up his arm before his eyes. " Hold on ! " he called, " don't shoot! Boys, ain't you got better sense 'nt hat " " March on down that road. Willy, you get the horse," said Frank, decidedly. The soldier glanced over toward the house. The voice of the young woman was heard singing a war song in a high key. "Ef Millindy sees me, I'm a goner," he reflected. "Jes come down the road a little piece, will you " he asked, per- suasively. 4" No talking,-march !" ordered Frank. He looked at each of the boys; the guns still kept their perilous direction. The boys' eyes looked fiery to his sur- prised senses. 83 4ZTVO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. " Who is y' all " he asked. \VWe are two little Confederates ! That's who we are,' said \Yillv. "Is any of your parents ever-ever been in a asylum " he asked, as calmly as he could. "That's none of your business," said Captain Frank. March on ! " The man cast a despairing glance toward the house, where " The years" were "creeping slowly by, Lorena," in a very high pitch,-and then moved on. I hope she ain't seen nothin'," he thought. "If I jest can git them guns away from 'em " Frank followed close behind him with his old gun held ready for need, and Willy untied the horse and led it. The bushes concealed them from the dwelling. A, soon as they were well out of sight of the house, Frank gave the order: " Halt! " They all halted. " Willy, tie the horse." It was done. " I wonder if those boys is thinkin' 'bout shootin' me thought the soldier, turning and putting his hand on his pistol. As he did so, Frank's gun came to his shoulder. "Throw up your hands or you are a dead man." The hands went up. " Willy, keep your gun on him, while I search him for any weapons." WVilly cocked the old musket and brought it to bear on the prisoner. 84 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. Little boy, don't handle that thing so reckless," the man expostulated. " Ef that musket was to go off, it might kill me!" "No talking," demanded Frank, going up to him. "Hold up your hands. Willy, shoot him if he moves." Frank drew a long pistol from its holster with an air of business. He searched carefully, but there was no more. The fellow gritted his teeth. ' If she ever hears of l/hzs, Tim's got her certain," he groaned; "but she won't never hear." At a turn in the road his heart sank within him ; for just around the curve they came upon Tim Mills sitting quietly on a stump. He looked at them with a quizzical eye, but said not a word. The prisoner's face was a study when he recognized his rival and enemy. As Mills did not move, his courage re- turned. "Good mornin', Tim," he said, with great politeness. The man on the stump said nothing; he only looked on with complacent enjoyment. "Tim, is these two boys crazy " he asked slowly. "They 're crazy 'bout shootin' deserters," replied Tim. "Tim, tell 'em I ain't no deserter." His voice was full of entreaty. "Well, if you ain't a d'serter, what you doin' outn the army " "You know " began the fellow fiercely; but Tim TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. shifted his long single-barrel lazily into his hand and looked the man straight in the eyes, and the prisoner stopped. '"Yes, I know," said Tim with a sudden spark in his eves. "An' 'yon know," he added after a pause, during which his face resumed its usual listless look. "An' my edvice to you is to go 'long with them boys, if you don't want to git three loads of slugs in you. They may put 'em in you anyway. They's sort of 'stracted 'bout d'serters, and I can swear to it." He touched his forehead expressively. " March on !" said Frank. The prisoner, grinding his teeth, moved forward, followed by his guards. As the enemies parted each man sent the same ugly look after the other. "It's all over! He's got her," groaned Johnson. As they passed out of sight, Mills rose and sauntered somewhat briskly (for him) in the direction of John Hall's. They soon reached a little stream, not far from the depot where the provost-guard was stationed. On its banks the man made his last stand; but his obstinacy brought a black muzzle close to his head with a stern little face behind it, and he was fain to march straight through the water, as he was ordered. Just as he was emerging on the other bank, with his boots full of water and his trousers dripping, closely followed by Frank brandishing his pistol, a small body of soldiers rode up. They were the conscript-guard. Johnson's look was de- spairing. 86 04 C) rU) z 0 0 04 .4 w E4: This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. "t Why, Biily, what in thunder-- Thought you were sick in bed !" Another minute and the soldiers took in the situation by instinct-and Johnson's rage was drowned in the universal explosion of laughter. The boys had captured a member of the conscript-guard. In the midst of all, Frank and Willy, overwhelmed by their ridiculous error, took to their heels as hard as they could, and the last sounds that reached them were the roars of the soldiers as the scampering boys disappeared in a cloud of dust. Johnson went back, in a few days, to see John Hall's daughter; but the young lady declared she would n't marry any man who let two boys make him wade through a creek; and a month or two later she married Tim Mills. To all the gibes he heard on the subject of his capture, and they were many, Johnson made but one reply: "Them boys 's had parents in a a-sylum, sure!" 89 CHAPTER XIII. IT was now nearing the end of the third year of the war. Hugh was seventeen, and was eager to go into the army. His mother would have liked to keep him at home; but she felt that it was her duty not to withhold any- thing, and Colonel Marshall offered Hugh a place with him. So a horse was bought, and Hugh went to Richmond and came back with a uniform and a sabre. The boys truly thought that General Lee himself was not so imposing or so great a soldier as Hugh. They followed him about like two pet dogs, and when he sat down they stood and gazed at him adoringly. When Hugh rode away to the army it was harder to part with him than they had expected; and though he had left them his gun and dog, to console them during his absence, it was difficult to keep from crying. Evcryone on the planta- tion was moved. Uncle Balla, who up to the last moment had been very lively attending to the horse, as the young sol- dier galloped away sank down on the end of the steps of the office, and, dropping his hands on his knees, followed Hugh with his eyes until he disappeared over the hill. The old driver said nothing, but his face expressed a great deal. The boys' mother cried a great deal, but it was generally when she was by herself. TWO LITTLE COLVFEDERATSES. "She 's afraid Hugh '11 be kilt," WVilly said to Uncle Balla, in explanation of her tears,-the old servant having remarked that he " b'lieved she cried more when Hugh went away, than she did when Marse John and Marse William both went." " Hi ! war n't she 'fred they '11 be kilt, too" he asked in some scorn. This was beyond Willy's logic, so he pondered over it. "Yes, but she 's afraid Hugh '11 be kilt, as well as them," he said finally, as the best solution of the problem. It did not seem to wholly satisfy Uncle Balla's mind, for when he moved off he said, as though talking to himself: " She sutn'ey is 'sot' on that boy. He '11 be a gen'l his- self, the first thing she knows." There was a bond of sympathy between Uncle Balla and his mistress which did not exist so strongly between her and any of the other servants. It was due perhaps to the fact that he was the companion and friend of her boys. That winter the place where the army went into winter- quarters was some distance from Oakland; but the young officers used to ride over, from time to time, two or three together, and stay for a day or two. Times were harder than they had been before, but the young people were as gay as ever. The colonel, who had been dreadfully wounded in the summer, had been made a brigadier-general for gallantry. Hugh had received a slight wound in the same action. The 9I T9 TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA YES. General had written to the boy's mother about him; but he had not been home. The General had gone back to his command. He had never been to Oakland since he was wounded. One evening, the boys had just teased their Cousin Belle into reading them their nightly portion of " The Talisman," as they sat before a bright lightwood fire, when two horse- men galloped up to the gate, their horses splashed with mud from fetlocks to ears. In a second, Lucy Ann dashed head- long into the room, with her teeth gleaming: " Here Marse Hugh, out here !" There was a scamper to the door-the boys first, shouting at the tops of their voices, Cousin Belle next, and Lucy Ann close at her heels. " Who 's with him, Lucy Ann " asked Miss Belle, as they reached the passage-way, and heard several voices outside. " The Cunnel's with 'im." The young lady turned and fled up the steps as fast as she could. "You see I brought my welcome with me," said the Gen- eral, addressing the boy's mother, and laying his hand on his young aide's shoulder, as they stood, a little later, " thaw. ing out " by the roaring log-fire in the sitting-room. " You always bring that: but you are doubly welcome for bringing this young soldier back to me," said she, putting her arm affectionately around her son. Just then the boys came rushing in from taking the horses 92 TWO Li TTLE CONFEDERA TES. to the stable. They made a dive toward the fire to warm their little chapped hands. "I told you Hugh war n't as tall as -the General," said Frank, across the hearth to Willy. " Who said he was " You! " - I did n't." " You did." They were a contradictory pair of youngsters, and their voices, pitched in a youthful treble, were apt in discussion to strike a somewhat higher key; but it did not follow that they were in an ill-humor merely because they contradicted each other. " What did you say, if you did n't say that " insisted Frank. " I said he looked as if he Ilhozeg/ht himself as tall as the -General," declared Willy, defiantly, oblivious in his excite- ment of the eldest brother's presence. There was a general laugh at Hugh's confusion; but Hugh had carried an order across a field under a hot fire, and had brought a regiment up in the nicK of time, riding by its colonel's side in a charge which had changed the issue of the fight, and had a sabre wound in the arm to show for it. He could therefore afford to pass over such an accusation with a little tweak of Willy's ear. " Where 's Cousin Belle " asked Frank. " I s'peck she 's putting on her fine clothes for the Gen- 93 94TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. eral to see. Did n't she run when she heard he was here ! " "Willy! " said his mother, reprovingly. "Well, she did, Ma." His mother shook her head at him; but the General put his hand on the boy, and drew him closer. " You say she ran " he asked, with a pleasant light in his eyes. A Yes, sirree; she did that." Just then the door opened, and their Cousin Belle entered the room. She looked perfectly beautiful. The greetings were very cordial-to Hugh especially. She threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. " You young hero !" she cried. "Oh, Hugh, I am so proud of you ! "--kissing him again, and laughing at him, with her face glowing, and her big brown eyes full of light. "Where were you wounded Oh! I was so frightened when I heard about it !" " Where was it Show it to us, Hugh; please do," exclaimed both boys at once, jumping around him, and pull- ing at his arm. "Oh, Hugh, is it still very painful " asked his cousin, her pretty face filled with sudden sympathy. "Oh! no, it was nothing-nothing but a scratch," said Hugh, shaking the boys off, his expression being divided between feigned indifference and sheepishness, at this praise in the presence of his chief. 94 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. " No such thing, Miss Belle," put in the General, glad of the chance to secure her commendation. " It might have been very serious, and it was a splendid ride he made." " Were you not ashamed of yourself to send him into such danger " she said, turning on him suddenly. "Why did you not go yourself " The young man laughed. Her beauty entranced him. He had scars enough to justify him in keeping silence under her pretended reproach. " Well, you see, I could n't leave the place where I was. I had to send some one, and I knew Hugh would do it. He led the regiment after the colonel and major fell-and he did it splendidly, too." There was a chorus from the young lady and the boys together. "Oh, Hugh, you hear what he says!" exclaimed the former, turning to her cousin. " Oh, I am so glad that he thinks so! " Then, recollecting that she was paying him the highest compliment, she suddenly began to blush, and turned once more to him. " Well, you talk as if you were surprised. Did you expect anything else " There was a fine scorn in her voice, if it had been real. "Certainly not; you are all too clever at making an attack," he said coolly, looking her in the eyes. "But I have heard even of your running away," he added, with a twinkle in his eyes. 95 96 TWO LITTLE CONTEDERA TES. " When " she asked quickly, with a little guilty color deepening in her face as she glanced at the boys. " I never did. " " Oh, she did! " exclaimed both boys in a breath, break- ing in, now that the conversation was within their range. You ought to have seen her. She just flew! " exclaimed Frank. The girl made a rush at the offender to stop him. " He does n't know what he is talking about," she said, roguishly, over her shoulder. " Yes, he does," called the other. "She was standing at the foot of the steps when you all came, and-oo-oo- oo-" the rest was lost as his cousin placed her hand close over his mouth. " Here! here! run away! You are too dangerous. They don't know what they are talking about," she said, throw- ing a glance toward the young officer, who was keenly enjoying her confusion. Her hand slipped from Willie's mouth and he went on. " And when she heard it was you, she just clapped her hands and ran -oo -oo umm. " Here, Hugh, put them out," she said to that young man, who, glad to do her bidding, seized both miscreants by their arms and carried them out, closing the door after them. Hugh bore the boys into the dining-room, where he kept them until supper-time. 96 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. 97 After supper, the rest of the family dispersed, and the boys' mother invited them to come with her and Hugh to her own room, though they were eager to go and see the General, and were much troubled lest he should think their mother was rude in leaving him. CHAPTER XIV. T HE next day was Sunday. The General and Hugh had but one day to stay. They were to leave at day- break the following morning. They thoroughly en- joyed their holiday; at least the boys knew that Hugh did. They had never known him so affable with them. They did not see much of the General, after breakfast. He seemed to like to stay " stuck up in the house" all the time, talking to Cousin Belle; the boys thought this due to his lameness. Something had occurred, the boys did n't understand just what; but the General was on an entirely new footing with all of them, and their Cousin Belle was in some way con- cerned in the change. She did not any longer run from the General, and it seemed to them as though everyone acted as if he belonged to her. The boys did not altogether like the state of affairs. That afternoon, however, he and their Cousin Belle let the boys go out walking with them, and he was just as hearty as he could be; he made them tell him all about capturing the deserter, and about catching the hogs, and everything they did. They told him all about their " Robbers' Cave," down in the woods near where an old house had stood. It was between two ravines near a spring they had found. They had fixed up the " cave " with boards and old pieces of carpet " and everything," and they told TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. him, as a secret, how to get to it through the pines without leaving a trail. He had to give the holy pledge of the " Brotherhood " before this could be divulged to him; but he took it with a solemnity which made the boys almost for- give the presence of their Cousin Belle. It was a little awk- ward at first that she was present; but as the " Constitution" provided only as to admitting men to the mystic knowledge, saying nothing about women, this difficulty was, on the Gen- eral's suggestion, passed over, and the boys fully explained the location of the spot, and how to get there by turning off abruptly from the path through the big woods right at the pine thicket,-and all the rest of the way. "'T ain't a 'sure-enough' cave," explained Willy; "but it 's 'most as good as one. The old rock fire-place is just like a cave." " The gullies are so deep you can't get there except that one way," declared Frank. " Even the Yankees could n't find you there," asserted Willy. " I don't believe anybody could, after that; but I trust they will never have to try," laughed their Cousin Belle, with an anxious look in her bright eyes at the mere thought. That night they were at supper, about eight o'clock, when something out-of-doors attracted the attention of the party around the table. It was a noise,-a something indefina- ble, but the talk and mirth stopped suddenly, and everybody listened. 99 1 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. There was a call, and the hurried steps of some one run- ning, just outside the door, and Lucy Ann burst into the room, her face ashy pale. "' The yard's full o' mens-Yankees," she gasped, just as the General and Hugh rose from the table. "How many are there " asked both gentlemen. "They 's all 'roun' the house ev'y which a-way." The General looked at his sweetheart. She came to his side with a cry. " Go up stairs to the top of the house," called the boys' mother. "We can hide you; come with us," said the boys. "Go up the back way, Frank'n' Willy, to you-all's den," whispered Lucy Ann. " That 's where we are going," said the boys as she went out. " You all come on !" This to the General and Hugh. " The rest of you take your seats," said the boys' mother. All this had occupied only a few seconds. The soldiers followed the boys out by a side-door and dashed up the nar- row stairs to the second-story just as a thundering knocking came at the front door. It was as dark as pitch, for candles were too scarce to burn more than one at a time. "You run back," said Hugh to the boys, as they groped along. " There are too many of us. I know the way." But it was too late; the noise down stairs told that the enemy was already in the house! 100 TWO LITiLE CONFEDERATES. As the soldiers left the supper-room, the boys' mother had hastily removed two plates from the places and set two chairs back against the wall; she made the rest fill up the spaces, so that there was nothing to show that the two men had been there. She had hardly taken her seat again, when the sound of heavy footsteps at the door announced the approach of the enemy. She herself rose and went to the door; but it was thrown open before she reached it and an officer in full Fed- eral uniform strode in, followed by several men. The commander was a tall young fellow, not older than the General. The lady started back somewhat startled, and there was a confused chorus of exclamations of alarm from the rest of those at the table. The officer, finding himself in the presence of ladies, removed his cap with a polite bow. " I hope, madam, that you ladies will not be alarmed," he said. " You need be under no apprehension, I assure you." Even while speaking, his eye had taken a hasty survey of the room. " We desire to see General Marshall, who is at present in this house, and I am sorry to have to include your son in my requisition. We know that they are here, and if they are given us, I promise you that nothing shall be disturbed." " You appear to be so well instructed that I can add little to your information," said the mistress of the house, haught- ily. " I am glad to say, however, that I hardly think you will find them." 10 I T WO LI TTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Madam, I know they are here," said the young soldier positively, but with great politeness. "I have positive in- formation to that effect. They arrived last evening and have not left since. Their horses are still in the stable. I am sorry to be forced to do violence to my feelings, but I must search the house. Come, men." " I doubt not you have found their horses," began the lady, but she was interrupted by Lucy Ann, who entered at the moment with a plate of fresh corn-cakes, and caught the )ast part of the sentence. "Come along, Mister," she said, " I '11 show you myself," and she set down her plate, took the candle from the table, and walked to the door, followed by the soldiers. ' Lucy Ann !" exclaimed her mistress; but she was toc much amazed at the girl's conduct to say more. "I know whar dey is!" Lucy Ann continued, taking no notice of her mistress. They heard her say, as she was shut- ting the door, " Y' all come with me; I 'feared they gone; ef they ain't, I know whar they is !" "Open every room," said the officer. " Oh, yes, sir; I gwine ketch 'em for you," she said, eagerly opening first one door, and then the other, "that is, ef they ain' gone. I mighty 'feared they gone. I seen 'em goin' out the back way about a little while befo' you all come,-but I thought they might 'a' come back. Mister, ken y' all teck me 'long with you when you go " she asked the officer, in a low voice. " I want to be free." z02 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. I don't know; we can some other time, if not now. We are going to set you all free." " Oh, glory ! Come 'long, Mister; let's ketch 'em. They ain't heah, but I know whar dey is." The soldiers closely examined every place where it was possible a man could be concealed, until they had been over all the lower part of the house. Lucy Ann stopped. " Dey's gone!" she said positively. The officer motioned to her to go up stairs. ",Yes, sir, I wuz jes' goin' tell you we jes' well look up- stairs, too," she said, leading the way, talking all the time, and shading the flickering candle with her hand. The little group, flat on the floor against the wall in their dark retreat, could now hear her voice distinctly. She was speaking in a confidential undertone, as if afraid of being overheard. "' I wonder I did n't have sense to get somebody to watch 'em when they went out," they heard her say. "' She 's betrayed us !" whispered Hugh. lThe General merely said,, "Hush," and laid his hand firmly on the nearest boy to keep him still. Lucy Ann led the soldiers into the various chambers one after another. At last she opened the next room, and, through the wall, the men in hiding heard the soldiers go in and walk about. They estimated that there were at least half-a-dozen. " Is n't there a garret" asked one of the searching party. 103 TWO IITTLE COVFEDERA TES. " Nor, sir, 't ain't no garret, jes' a loft ; but they ain't up there," said Lucy Ann's voice. "\Ve '11 look for ourselves." They came out of the room. Showv us the way." " Look here, if you tell us a lie, we'll hang you !" The voice of the officer was verv stern. I ain' gwine tell you no lie, Mister. \What you reckon I wan' tell you lie for Dey ain' in the garret, I know,- Mister, please don't p'int dem things at me. I 's 'feared o' dem things," said the girl in a slightly whimpering voice; "I gwine show you." She came straight down the passage toward the recess where the fugitives were huddled, the men after her, their heavy steps echoing through the house. The boys were trembling violently. The light, as the searchers came nearer, fell on the wall, crept along it, until it lighted up the whole alcove, except where they lay. The boys held their breath. They could hear their hearts thumping. Lucy Ann stepped into the recess with her candle, and looked straight at them. "They ain't in here," she exclaimed, suddenly putting her hand up before the flame, as if to prevent it flaring, thus throwing the alcove once more into darkness. "The trap. door to the garret 's 'roun' that a-way," she said to the sol- diers, still keeping her position at the narrow entrance, as if to let them pass. When they had all passed, she followed them. 104 TWO LITTLE COXFEDERATES. The boys began to wriggle with delight, but the General's strong hand kept them still. Naturally, the search in the garret proved fruitless, and the hiding-party heard the squad swearing over their ill-luck as they came back; while Lucy Ann loudly lamented not having sent some one to follow the fugitives, and made a number of suggestions as to where they had gone, and the probability of catching them if the soldiers went at once in pursuit. " Did you look in here " asked a soldier approaching the alcove. " Yes, sir; they ain't in there." She snuffed the candle out suddenly with her fingers. " Oh, oh !-my light done gone out! Mind! Let me go in front and show you the way," she said; and, pressing before, she once more led them along the passage. " Mind yo' steps; ken you see " she asked. They went down stairs, while Lucy Ann gave them minute directions as to how they might catch " Marse Hugh an' the Gen'l" at a certain place a half-mile from the house (an un- occupied quarter), which she carefully described. A further investigation ensued downstairs, but in a little while the searchers went out of the house. Their tone had changed since their disappointment, and loud threats floated up the dark stairway to the prisoners still crouching in the little recess. In a few minutes the boys' Cousin Belle came rushing up stairs. 105 6TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Now's your time! Come quick," she called; "they will be back directly. Is n't she an angel !" The whole party sprang to their feet, and ran down to the lower floor. " Oh, we were so frightened!" " Don't let them see you." - Make haste," were the exclamations that greeted them as the two soldiers said their good-byes and prepared to leave the house. " Go out by the side-door; that 's your only chance. It's pitch-dark, and the bushes will hide you. But where are you going " " We are going to the boys' cave," said the General, buck- ,ing on his pistol; ' I know the way, and we '11 get away as :oon as these fellows leave, if we cannot before." " God bless you ! " said the ladies, pushing them away in dread of the enemy's return. "Come on, General," called Hugh in an undertone. The General was lagging behind a minute to say good-bye once more. He stooped suddenly and kissed the boys' Cousin Belle before them all. " Good-bye. God bless you !" and he followed Hugh out of the window into the darkness. The girl burst into tears and ran up to her room. A few seconds afterward the house was once more filled with the enemy, growling at their ill-luck in having so nar- rowly missed the prize. "X We'll catch 'em yet," said the leader. 0o6 CHAPTER XV. T HE raiders were up early next morning scouring the woods and country around. They knew that the fugi- tive soldiers could not have gone far, for the Federals had every road picketed, and their main body was not far away. As the morning wore on, it became a grave question at Oakland how the two soldiers were to subsist. They had no provisions with them, and the roads were so closely watched that there was no chance of their obtaining any. The matter was talked over, and the boys' mother and Cousin Belle were in despair. -They can eat their shoes," said Willy, reflectively. The ladies exclaimed in horror. "' That's what men always do when they get lost in a wil- derness where there is no game." This piece of information from Willy did not impress his hearers as much as he supposed it would. " I '11 tell you ! Let me and Frank go and carry 'em something to eat!" "How do you know where they are " "They are at our Robber's Cave, are n't they, Cousin Belle We told the General yesterday how to get there, did n't we " TWTO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Yes, and he said last night that he would go there." Wrilly's idea seemed a good one, and the offer was accepted. The boys were to go out as if to see the troops, and were to take as much food as they thought could pass for their luncheon. Their mother cooked and put up a luncheon large enough to have satisfied the appetites of two young Brobdingnagians, and they set out on their relief expe- dition. The two sturdy little figures looked full of importance as they strode off up the road. They carried many loving mes- sages. Their Cousin Belle gave to each separately a long whispered message which each by himself was to deliver to the General. It was thought best not to hazard a note. They were watched by the ladies from the portico until they disappeared over the hill. They took a path which led into the woods, and walked cautiously for fear some of the raiders might be lurking about. However, the boys saw none of the enemy, and in a little while they came to a point where the pines began. Then they turned into the woods, for the pines were so thick the boys could not be seen, and the pine tags made it so soft under foot that they could walk without making any noise. They were pushing their way through the bushes, when Frank suddenly stopped. " Hush !" he said. WVilly halted and listened. " There they are." 108 TWO LITTLE CONVFEDERA TES. From a little distance to one side, in the direction of the path they had just left, they heard the trampling of a num- ber of horses' feet. "That's not our men," said Willy. "Hugh and the General have n't any horses" " No; that's the Yankees," said Frank. "Let's lie down. They may hear us." The boys flung themselves upon the ground and almost held their breath until the horses had passed out of hearing. " Do you reckon they are hunting for us " asked Willy in an awed whisper. " No, for Hugh and the General. Come on." They rose, went tipping a little deeper into the pines, and again made their way toward the cave. " Maybe they 've caught 'em," suggested WVilly. " They can't catch 'em in these pines," replied Frank. "You can't see any distance at all. A horse can't get through, and the General and Hugh could shoot 'em, and then get away before they could catch 'em." They hurried on. " Frank, suppose they take us for Yankees " Evidently Willy's mind had been busy since Frank's last speech. " They are n't going to shoot us," said Frank; but it was an unpleasant suggestion, for they were not very far from the dense clump of pines between two gullies, which the boys called their cave. log TWO LITIZE CONFEDERA TES. "W Ae can whistle," he said, presently. "Won't Hugh and the General think we are enemies trying to surround them " Willy objected. The dilemma was a serious one. "We '11 have to crawl up," said Frank, after a pause. And this was agreed upon. They were soon on the edge of the deep gully which, on one side, protected the spot from all approach. They scrambled down its steep side and began to creep along, peeping over its other edge from time to time, to see if they could discover the clearing which marked the little green spot on top of the hill, where once had stood an old cabin. The base of the ruined chimney, with its im- mense fire-place, constituted the boys' " cave." They were close to it, now, and felt themselves to be in imminent dan- ger of a sweeping fusillade. They had just crept up to the top of the ravine and were consulting, when some one imme- diately behind them, not twenty feet away, called out: " Hello! What are you boys doing here Are you try- ing to capture us " They jumped at the unexpected voice. The General broke into a laugh. He had been sitting on the ground on the other side of the declivity, and had been watching their manceuvres for some time. He brought them to the house-spot where Hugh was asleep on the ground; he had been on watch all the morn- ing. and, during the General's turn, was making up for his lost sleep. He was soon wide awake enough, and he and 1 I TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. the General, with appetites bearing witness to their long fast, were without delay engaged in disposing of the provisions which the boys had brought. The boys were delighted with the mystery of their sur- roundings. Each in turn took the General aside and held a long interview with him, and gave him all their Cousin Belle's messages. No one had ever treated them with such consideration as the General showed them. The two men asked the boys all about the dispositions of the enemy, but the boys had little to tell. " They are after us pretty hotly," said the General. "I think they are going away shortly. It's nothing but a raid, and they are moving on. We must get back to camp to- night." "How are you going " asked the boys. "You have n't any horses." " We are going to get some of their horses," said the offi- cer. " They have taken ours-now they must furnish us with others." It was about time for the boys to start for home. The General took each of them aside, and talked for a long time. He was speaking to WVilly, on the edge of the clearing, when there was a crack of a twig in the pines. In a second he had laid the boy on his back in the soft grass and whipped out a pistol. Then, with a low, quick call to Hugh, he sprang swiftly into the pines toward the sound. " Crawl down into the ravine, boys," called Hugh, follows I I I TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. ing his companion. The boys rolled down over the bank like little ground-hogs; but in a second they heard a familiar drawling voice call out in a subdued tone: " Hold on, Cunnel! it 's nobody but me; don't you know me" And, in a moment, they heard the General's aston- ished and somewhat stern reply: "Mills, what are you doing here Who 's with you What do you want" "Well," said the new-comer, slowly, "I 'lowed I 'd come to see if I could be o' any use to you. I heard the Yankees had run you 'way from Oakland last night, and was sort o' huntin' for you. Fact is, they 's been up my way, and I sort o' 'lowed I 'd come an' see ef I could help you git back to camp. " Where have you been all this time I wonder you are not ashamed to look me in the face !" The General's voice was still stern. He had turned around and walked back to the cleared space. The deserter scratched his head in perplexity. " I need n' 'a' come," he said, doggedly. " Where 's them boys I don' want the boys hurted. I seen 'em comin' here, an' I jes' followed 'em to see they did n't get in no trouble. But " This speech about the boys effected what the offer of per- sonal service to the General himself had failed to bring about. "Sit down and let me talk to you," said the General throwing himself on the grass. 112 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. Mills seated himself cross-legged near the officer, with his gun across his knees, and began to bite a straw which he pulled from a tuft by his side. The boys had come up out of their retreat, and taken places on each side of the General. "You all take to grass like young partridges," said the hurter. The boys were flattered, for they considered any notice from him a cornpliment. "What made you fool us, and send us to catch that con- script-guard " Frank asked. " Well, you ketched him, did n't you You 're the only ones ever been able to ketch him," he said, with a low chuckle. "Now, Mills, you know how things stand," said the Gen- eral. "It's a shame for you to have been acting this way. You know what people say about you. But if you come back to camp and do your duty, I '11 have it all straightened out. If you don't, I'll have you shot." His voice was as calm and his manner as composed as if he were promising the man opposite him a reward for good conduct. He looked Mills steadily in the eyes all the time. The boys felt as if their friend were about to be executed. The General seemed an immeasurable distance above them. The deserter blinked twice or thrice, slowly bit his shred of straw, looked casually first toward one boy and then to- ward the other, but without the slightest change of expres- sion in his face. 113 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. " Cun'l," he said, at length, " I ain't no deserter. I ain't feared of bein' shot. Ef I was, I would n' 'a' come here now. I 'm gwine wid you, an' I 'm gwine back to my com- pany; an' I 'm gwine fight, ef Yankees gits in my way; but ef I gits tired, I 's comin' home; an' tain't no use to tell you I ain't, 'cause I is,-an' ef anybody flings up to me that I 's a-runnin' away, I 'm gwine to kill 'em !" He rose to his feet in the intensity of his feeling, and his eyes, usually so dull, wvere like live coals. The General looked at him quietly a few seconds, then himself arose and laid his hand on Tim Mills' shoulder. "All right," he said. "I got a little snack M'lindy put up," said Mills, pulling a substantial bundle out of his game-bag. " I 'lowed maybe you might be sort o' hongry. Jes' two or three squirrels I shot," he said, apologetically. " You boys better git 'long home, I reckon," said Mills to Willy. "You ain' 'fraid, is you 'Cause if you is, I 'l go with you." His voice had resumed its customary drawl. "Oh, no," said both boys, eagerly. " We are n't afraid." "An' tell your ma I ain' let nobody tetch nothin' on the Oakland plantation; not sence that day you all went huntin' deserters; not if I knowed 'bout it." "Yes, sir." " An' tell her I 'm gwine take good keer o' Hugh an' the Cunnel. Good-bye !-now run along!" 11I4 TWO LITTLE CONEEDERA ZES. 115 "All right, sir,-good-bye." " An' ef you hear anybody say Tim Mills is a d'serter, tell 'em it's a lie, an' you know it. Good-bye." He turned away as if relieved. The boys said good-bye to all three, and started in the direction of home. CHAPTER XVI. A FTER crossing the gully, and walking on through the ,Ai rwoods for what they thought a safe distance, they turned into the path. They were talking very merrily about the General and Hugh and their friend Mills, and were discussing some ro- mantic plan for the recapture of their horses from the enemy, when they came out of the path into the road, and found themselves within twenty yards of a group of Federal sol- diers, quietly sitting on their horses, evidently guarding the road. The sight of the blue-coats made the boys jump. They would have crept back, but it was too late-they caught the eye of the man nearest them. They ceased talking as suddenly as birds in the trees stop chirruping when the hawk sails over; and when one Yankee called to them, in a stern tone, "1 Halt there !" and started to come toward them, their hearts were in their mouths. "Where are you boys going " he asked, as he came up to them. " Going home." "Where do you belong" "Over there-at Oakland," pointing in the direction of T WO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. their home, which seemed suddenly to have moved a thou- and miles aways. " Where have you been " The other soldiers had come up now. " Been down this way." The boys' voices were never so meek before. Each reply was like an apology. " Been to see your brother " asked one who had not spoken before-a pleasant-looking fellow. The boys looked at him. They were paralyzed by dread of the approaching question. " Now, boys, we know where you have been," said a small fellow, who wore a yellow chevron on his arm. He had a thin moustache and a sharp nose, and rode a wiry, dull sorrel horse. " You may just as well tell us all about it. We know you 've been to see 'em, and we are going to make you carry us where they are." " No, we ain't," said Frank, doggedly. Willy expressed his determination also. " If you don't it 's going to be pretty bad for you," said the little corporal. HIe gave an order to two of the men, who sprang from their horses, and, catching Frank, swung him up behind another cavalryman. The boy's face was very pale, but he bit his lip. " Go ahead,"-continued the corporal to a number of his men, who started down the path. "You four men remain here till we come back," he said to the men on the ground, and to two others on horseback. "Keep him here," jerking 117 TWO IZ2 TLE CONFEDERA TES. his thumb toward Willy, whose face was already burning with emotion. " I 'm going with Frank," said Willy. "Let me go." This to the man who had hold of him by the arm. "Frank, make him let me go," he shouted, bursting into tears, and turning on his captor with all his little might. " Villy, he 's not goin' to hurt you,-don't you tell !" called Frank, squirming until he dug his heels so into the horse's flanks that the horse began to kick up. " Keep quiet, Johnny; he 's not goin' to hurt him," said one of the men, kindly. He had a brown beard and shin- ing white teeth. They rode slowly down the narrow path, the dragoon holding Frank by the leg. Deep down in the woods, beyond a small branch, the path forked. " Which way " asked the corporal, stopping and address- ing Frank. Frank set his mouth tight and looked him in the eyes. "XWhich is it " the corporal repeated. I ain't going to tell," said he, firmly. "Look here, Johnny-; we 've got you, and we are going to make you tell us; so you might just as well do it, easy. If you don't, we 're goin' to make you." The boy said nothing. " You men dismount. Stubbs, hold the horses." He himself dismounted, and three others did the same, giving their horses to a fourth. ii8 THE BOY FACED HIS CAPTOR, WHO HELD A STRAP IN ONE HAND. I I This page in the original text is blank. TWO LIYTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Get down "-this to Frank and the soldier behind whom he was riding. The soldier dismounted, and the boy slipped off after him and faced his captor, who held a strap in one hand. " Are you goin' to tell us " he asked. "4 No." " Don't you know " He came a step nearer, and held the strap forward. There was a iong silence. The boy's face paled perceptibly, but took on a look as if the proceed- ings were indifferent to him. " If you say you don't know "-said the man, hesitating in face of the boy's resolution. "Don't you know where they are " " Yes, I know; but I ain't goin' to tell you," said Frank, bursting into tears. "The little Johnny 's game," said the soldier who had told him the others were not going to hurt Willy. The corporal said something to this man in an undertone, to which he replied: " You can try, but it is n't going to do any good. I don't half like it, anyway." Frank had stopped crying after his first outburst. "1 If you don't tell, we are going to shoot you," said the little soldier, drawing his pistol. The boy shut his month close, and looked straight at the corporal. The man laid down his pistol, and, seizing Frank, drew his hands behind him, and tied them. 121I TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES ', Get ready, men," he said, as he drew the boy aside to a small tree, putting him with his back to it. Frank thought his hour had come. He thought of his mother and Willy, and wondered if the soldiers would shoot Willy, too. His face twitched and grew ghastly white. Then he thought of his father, and of how proud he would be of his son's bravery when he should hear of it. This gave him strength. " The knot-hurts my hands," he said. The man leaned over and eased it a little. " I was n't crying because I was scared," said Frank. The kind looking fellow turned away. " Nowv, boys, get ready," said the corporal, taking up his pistol. How large it looked to Frank. He wondered where the ballets would hit him, and if the wounds would bleed, and whether he would be left alone all night out there in the woods, and if his mother would come and kiss him. " I want to say my prayers," he said, faintly. The soldier made some reply which he could not hear, and the man with the beard started forward; but just then all grew dark before his eyes. Next, he thought he must have been shot, for he felt wet about his face, and was lying down. He heard some one say, He 's coming to ;" and another replied, '' Thank God ! He opened his eyes. He was lying beside the little branch with his head in the lap of the big soldier with the 122 TWO LITILE CONEEDERA TES. beard, and the little corporal was leaning over him throwing water in his face from a cap. The others were standing around. " What 's the matter " asked Frank. " That 's all right," said the little corporal, kindly. "We were just a-foolin' a bit with you, Johnny." " We never meant to hurt you," said the other. "You feel better now " " Yes, where 's Willy " He was too tired to move. " He 's all right. We '11 take you to him." " Am I shot " asked Frank. " No! Do you think we 'd have touched a hair of your head-and you such a brave little fellow We were just try- ing to scare you a bit and carried it too far, and you got a little faint,-that 's all." The voice was so kindly that Frank was encouraged to sit up. "Can you walk now " asked the corporal, helping him and steadying him as he rose to his feet. "1 '11 take him," said the big fellow, and before the boy could move, he had stooped, taken Frank in his arms, and was carrying him back toward the place where they had left Willy, while the others followed after with the horses. "I can walk," said Frank. No, I '11 carry you, b-bless your heart !" The boy did not know that the big dragoon was looking down at the light hair resting on his arm, and that while he 12 3 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. trod the Virginia wood-path, in fancy he was home in Dela- ware; or that the pressure the boy felt from his strong arms, was a caress given for the sake of another boy far away on the Brandywine. A little while before they came in sight Frank asked to be put down. The soldier gently set him on his feet, and before he let him go kissed him. " I 've got a curly-headed fellow at home, just the size of you," he said softly. Frank saw that his eyes were moist. ' I hope you '11 get safe back to him," he said. " God grant it ! " said the soldier. When they reached the squad at the gate, they found Willy still in much distress on Frank's account; but he wiped his eyes when his brother reappeared, and listened with pride to the soldiers' praise of Frank's "grit" as they called it. When they let the boys go, the little corporal wished Frank to accept a five-dollar gold piece; but he politely declined it. 12 4 CHAPTER XVII. T HE story of Frank's adventure and courage was the talk of all the Oakland plantation. His mother and Cousin Belle both kissed him and called him their little hero. Willy also received a full share of praise for his courage. About noon there was great commotion among the troops. They were far more numerous than they had been in the morning, and instead of riding about the woods in small bodies, hunting for the concealed soldiers, they wvere collect- ing together and preparing to move. It was learned that a considerable body of cavalry was passing down the road by Trinity Church, and that the depot had been burnt again the night before. Somehow, a rumor got about that the Confederates were following up the raiders. In an hour most of the soldiers went away, but a number still stayed on. Their horses were picketed about the yard feeding; and they themselves lounged around, making them- selves at home in the house, and pulling to pieces the things that were left. They were not, however, as wanton in their destruction as the first set, who had passed by the year before. Among those who yet remained were the little corporal, 2WO 6 WUTIZE CONEEDERAYES. and the big young soldier who had been so kind to Frank. They were in the rear-guard. At length the last man rode off. The boys had gone in and out among them, without being molested. Now and then some rough fellow would swear at them, but for the most part their intercourse with the boys was friendly. When, therefore, they rode off, the boys were allowed by their mother to go and see the main body. Peter and Cole were with them. They took the main road and followed along, picking up straps, and cartridges, and all those miscellaneous things dropped by a large body of troops as they pass along. Cartridges were very valuable, as the) furnished the only powder and shot the boys could get for hunting, and their supply was out. These were found in unusual numbers. The boys filled their pockets, and finally filled their sleeves, tying them tightly at the wrist with strings, so that the contents would not spill out. One of the boys found even an old pistol, which was considered a great treasure. He bore it proudly in his belt, and was envied by all the others. It was quite late in the afternoon when they thought of turning toward home, their pockets and sleeves bagging down with the heavy musket-cartridges. They left the Federal rear-guard feeding their horses at a great white pile of corn which had been thrown out of the corn-house of a neighbor. and was scattered all over the ground. They crossed a field, descended a hill, and took the main I 2 6 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. 127 road at its foot, just as a body of cavalry came in sight. A small squad, riding some little distance in advance of the main body, had already passed by. These were Confederates. The first man they saw, at the head of the column by the colonel, was the General, and a little behind him was none other than Hugh on a gray roan ; while not far down the column rode their friend Tim Mills, looking rusty and sleepy as usual. " Goodness! Why here are the General and Hugh! How in the world did you get away e" exclaimed the boys. They learned that it was a column of cavalry following the line of the raid, and that the General and Hugh had met them and volunteered. The soldiers greeted the boys cor- dially. "The Yankees are right up there," said the youngsters. "Where How many What are they doing" asked the General. " A whole pack of 'em-right up there at the stables, and all about, feeding their horses and sitting all around, and ever so many more have gone along down the road." " Fling the fence down there ! " The boys pitched down the rails in two or three places. An order was passed back, and in an instant a stir of preparation was noticed all down the line of horsemen. A courier galloped up the road to recall the advance- guard. The head of the column passed through the gap, and, without waiting for the others, dashed up the hill at a TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA TES. gallop--the General and the colonel a score of yards ahead of any of the others. "Let's go and see the fight!" cried the boys; and the whole set started back up the hill as fast as their legs could carry them. " S'pose they shoot ! Won't they shoot us " asked one of the negro boys, in some apprehension. This, though before unthought of, was a possibility, and for a moment brought them down to a slower pace. " We can lie flat and peep over the top of the hill." This was Frank's happy thought, and the party started ahead again. " Let's go around that way." They made a little detour. Just before they reached the crest they heard a shot, " bang!" immediately followed by another, " bang! " and in a second more a regular volley began, and was kept up. They reached the crest of the hill in time to see the Con- federates gallop up the slope toward the stables, firing their pistols at the blue-coats, who were forming in the edge of a little wood, over beyond a fence, from the other side of which the smoke of their carbines was rolling. They had evidently started on just as the boys left, and before the Confederates came in sight. The boys saw their friends dash at this fence, and could distinguish the General and Hugh, who were still in the lead. Their horses took the fence, going over like birds, and others followed,-Tim Mills among them,-while yet more went through a gate a few yards to one side. 128 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Look at Hugh ! Look at Hugh !" " Look ! That horse has fallen down !" cried one of the boys, as a horse went down just at the entrance of the wood, rolling over his rider. " He's shot !" exclaimed Frank, for neither horse nor rider attempted to rise. " See; they are running!" The little squad of blue-coats were retiring into the woods, with the grays closely pressing them. I -et 's cut across and see 'em run 'em over the bridge." "Come on !" All the little group of spectators, white and black, started as hard as they could go for a path they knew, which led by a short cut through the little piece of woods. Beyond lay a field divided by a stream, a short distance on the other side of which was a large body of woods. The popping was still going on furiously in the woods, and bullets were " zoo-ing" over the fields. But the boys could not see anything, and they did not think about the flying balls. They were all excitement at the idea of "our men" whipping the enemy, and they ran with all their might to be in time to see them "chase 'em across the field." The road on which the skirmish took place, and down 'which the Feaeral rear-guard had retreated, made a sharp curve beyond the woods, around the bend of a little stream crossed by a small bridge; and the boys, in taking the short 12 9 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. cut, had placed the road between themselves and home; but they did not care about that, for their men were driving the others. They "just wanted to see it." They reached the edge of the field in time to see that the Yankees were on the other side of the stream. They knew them to be where puffs of smoke came out of the oppo- site wood. And the Confederates had stopped beyond the bridge, and were halted, in some confusion, in the field. The firing was very sharp, and bullets were singing in every direction. Then the Confederates got together, and went as hard as they could right at them up to the wood, all along the edge of which the smoke was pouring in continuous puffs and with a rattle of shots. They saw several horses fall as the Confederates galloped on, but the smoke hid most of it. Next they saw a long line of fire appear in the smoke on both sides of the road, where it entered the wood ; then the Confederates stopped, and became all mixed up; a number of horses galloped away without their riders, another line of white and red flame came out of the woods, the Confeder- ates began to come back, leaving many horses on the ground, and a body of cavalry in blue coats poured out of the wood in pursuit. "Look! look! They are running-they are beating our men !" exclaimed the boys. "They have driven 'em back across the bridge !" "How many of them there are!" "What shall we do Suppose they see us 130 (A H Po w x z 3 E. 0 .) x 04 A: z H 0 0 4.1 94 -4 0 04 0 :t: This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. " Come on, Mah'srs Frank 'n' Willy, let 's go home," said the colored boys. "They '11 shoot us." The fight was now in the woods which lay between the boys and their home. But just then the gray-coats got together, again turned at the edge of the wood, and dashed back on their pursuers, and-the smoke and bushes on the stream hid everything. In a second more both emerged on the other side of the smoke and went into the woods on the further edge of the field, all in confusion, and leaving on the ground more horses and men than before. " What 's them things 'zip-zippin ' 'round my ears " asked one of the negro boys. "Bullets," said Frank, proud of his knowledge. " Will they hurt me if they hit me " " Of course they will. They '11 kill you." " I 'm gwine home," said the boy, and off he started at a trot. "Hold on !-We're goin', too; but let's go down this way; this is the best way." They went along the edge of the field, toward the point in the road where the skirmish had been and where the Con- federates had rallied. They stopped to listen to the popping in the woods on the other side, and were just saying how glad they were that " our men had whipped them," when a soldier came along. "What in the name of goodness are you boys doing here " he asked. 133 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. " We 're just looking on an' lis'ning," answered the boys meekly. "Well, you 'd better be getting home as fast as you can. They are too strong for us, and they '11 be driving us back directly, and some of you may get killed or run over." This was dreadful! Such an idea had never occurred to the boys. A panic took possession of them. "Come on! Let 's go home!" This was the universal idea, and in a second the whole party were cutting straight for home, utterly stampeded. They could readily have found shelter and security back over the hill, from the flying balls; but they preferred to get home, and they made straight for it. The popping of the guns, which still kept up in the woods across the little river now meant to them that the victorious Yankees were driving back their friends. They believed that the bullets which now and then yet whistled over the woods with a long, sing- ing " zoo-ee," were aimed at them. For their lives, then, they ran, expecting to be killed every minute. The load of cartridges in their pockets, which they had carried for hours, weighed them down. As they ran they threw these' out. Then followed those in their sleeves. Frank and the other boys easily got rid of theirs, but Willy had tied the strings around his wrists in such hard knots that he could not possibly untie them. He was falling behind. Frank heard him call. Without slacking his speed he 134 TWO LITTZE CONPEDERA TES. looked back over his shoulder. WVilly's face was red, and his mouth was twitching. He was sobbing a little, and was tear- ing at the strings with his teeth as he ran. Then the strings came loose one after the other, the cartridges were shaken out over the ground, and Willy's face at once cleared up as he ran forward lightened of his load. They had passed almost through the narrow skirt of woods where the first attack was made, when they heard some one not far from the side of the road call, " Water! " The boys stopped. -X What 's that" they asked each other in a startled undertone. A groan came from the same direction, and a voice said, "t Oh, for some water!" A short, whispered consultation was held. " He 's right up on that bank. There's a road up there." Frank advanced a little; a man was lying somewhat propped up against a tree. His eyes were closed, and there was a ghastly wound in his head. "Willy, it 's a Yankee, and he 's shot." Is he dead " asked the others, in awed voices. "No. Let 's ask him if he's hurt much." They all approached him. His eves were shut and his face was ashy white. -X Willy, it 's my Yankee!" exclaimed Frank. The wounded man moved his hand at the sound of the voices. -X Nater," he murmured. "Bring me water, for pity's sake! " I135 TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA TES. I '11 get you some,-don't you know me Let me have your canteen," said Frank, stooping and taking hold of the canteen. It was held by its strap; but the boy whipped out a knife and cut it loose. The man tried to speak; but the boys could not under- stand him. "XWhere are you goin' get it, Frank " asked the other boys. " At the branch down there that runs into the creek." "The Yankees '11 shoot you down there," objected Peter and Willy. " I ain' gwine that way," said Cole. The soldier groaned. ,,I'// go with you, Frank," said Willy, who could not stand the sight of the man's suffering. "XUe '11 be back directly." The two boys darted off, the others following them at a little distance. They reached the open field. The shooting was still going on in the woods on the other side, but they no longer thought of it. They ran down the hill and dashed across the little flat to the branch at the nearest point, washed the blood from the canteen, and filled it with the cool water. " I wish we had something to wash his face with," sighed Willy, " but I have n't got a handkerchief." " Neither have I." Willy looked thoughtful. A second more and he had stripped off his light sailor's jacket and dipped it in the water. The next minute the two boys were running up the hill again. 136 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. When they reached the spot where the wounded man lay, he had slipped down and was flat on the ground. His feeble voice still called for water, but was much weaker than before. Frank stooped and held the canteen to the man's lips, and he drank. Then Willy and Frank, together, bathed his face with the still dripping cotton jacket. This revived him some- what; but he did not recognize them and talked incoherently. They propped up his head. " Frank, it 's getting mighty late, and we've got to go home," said Willy. The boys' voice or words reached the ears of the wounded man. " Take me home," he murmured; "' I want some water from the well by the dairy." - Give him some more water." Willy lifted the canteen. - Here it is." The soldier swallowed with difficulty. He could not raise his hand now. There was a pause. The boys stood around, looking down on him. "I 've come back home," he said. His eyes were closed. " He's dreaming," whispered Willy. " Did you ever see anybody die " asked Frank, in a low tone. Willy's face paled. " No, Frank; let's go home and tell somebody." Frank stooped and touched the soldier's face. He was talking all the time now, though they could not understand 137 TWO LITTLE COXFEDERA TES. everything he said. The boy's touch seemed to rouse him. " It 's bedtime," he said, presently. "Kneel down and say your prayers for Father." "XWilly, let 's say our prayers for him," whispered Frank. "I can say, ' Now I lay me.' " But before he could begin, "' Now I lay me down to sleep,'" said the soldier ten- derly. The boys followed him, thinking he had heard them. They did not know that he was saying-for one whom but that morning he had called " his curly-head at home" -the prayer that is common to Virginia and to Delaware, to North and to South, and which no wars can silence and no victories cause to be forgotten. The soldier's voice now was growing almost inaudible. He spoke between long-drawn breaths. "'If I should die before I wake.'" If I should die before I wake,'" they repeated, and continued the prayer. " 'And this I ask for Jesus' sake,'" said the boys, ending. There was a long pause. Frank stroked the pale face softly with his hand. "' And this I ask for Jesus' sake, " whispered the lips. Then, very softly, " Kiss me good-night." " Kiss him, Frank." The boy stooped over and kissed the lips that had kissed I38 TWO LITTLE CONVFEDERA TES. 139 him in the morning. Willy kissed him, also. The lips moved in a faint smile. " God bless " The boys waited,-but that was all. The dusk settled down in the woods. The prayer was ended. " He 's dead," said Frank, in deep awe. " Frank, are n't you mighty sorry" asked Willy in a trembling voice. Then he suddenly broke out crying. " I don't want him to die! I don't want him to die!" CHAPTER XVIII. W H HEN the boys reached home it was pitch-dark. They found their mother very anxious about them. They gave an account of the " battle," as they called it, telling all about the charge, in which, by their statement, the General and Hugh did wonderful deeds. Their mother and Cousin Belle sat and listened with tightly folded hands and blanched faces. Then they told how they found the wounded Yankee sol- dier on the bank, and about his death. They were startled by seeing their Cousin Belle suddenly fall on her knees and throw herself across their mother's lap in a passion of tears. Their mother put her arms around the young girl, kissed and soothed her. Early the next morning their mother had an ox-cart (the only vehicle left on the place,) sent down to the spot to bring the body of the soldier up to Oakland, so that it might be buried in the grave-yard there. Carpenter William made the coffin, and several men were set to work to dig the grave in the garden. It was about the middle of the day when the cart came back. A sheet covered the body. The little cortege was a very solemn one, the steers pulling slowly up the hill and a man walking on each side. Then the body was put into the TWO LITTLE CONEDERA ES'ES. coffin and reverently carried to the grave. The boys' mother read the burial service out of the prayer-book, and afterward Uncle William Slow offered a prayer. Just as they were about to turn away, the boys' mother began to sing, " Abide with me; fast falls the eventide." She and Cousin Belle and the boys sang the hymn together, and then all walked sadly away, leaving the fresh mound in the garden, where birds peeped curiously from the lilac-bushes at the soldier's grave in the warm light of the afternoon sun. A small packet of letters and a gold watch and chain, found in the soldier's pocket, were sealed up by the boys' mother and put in her bureau drawer, for they could not then be sent through the lines. There was one letter, however, which they buried with him. It contained two locks of hair, one gray, the other brown and curly. The next few months brought nc new incidents, but the following year deep gloom fell upon Oakland. It was not only that the times were harder than they had ever been- though the plantation was now utterly destitute; there were no provisions and no crops, for there were no teams. It was not merely that a shadow was settling down on all the land for the boys did not trouble themselves about these things, though such anxieties were bringing gray hairs to their mother's temples. The General had been wounded and captured during a cavalry-fight. The boys somehow connected their Cousin 141 14 TWO LIi tZE CONFEDERA I'ES. Belle with the General's capture, and looked on her with some disfavor. She and the General had quarrelled a short time before, and it was known that she had returned his ring. When, therefore, he was shot through the body and taken by the enemy, the boys could not admit that their cousin had any right to stay up-stairs in her own room weeping about it. They felt that it was all her own fault, and they told her so; whereupon she simply burst out crying and ran from the room. The hard times grew harder. The shadoX deepened. Hugh was wounded and captured in a charge at Petersburg, and it was not known whether he was badly hurt or not. Then came the news that Richmond had been evacuated. The boys knew that this was a defeat; but even then they did not believe that the Confederates were beaten. Their mother was deeply affected by the news. That night at least a dozen of the negroes disappeared. The other servants said the missing ones had gone to Rich- mond " to get their papers." A week or so later the boys heard the rumor that General Lee had surrendered at a place called Appomattox. WShen they came home and told their mother what they had heard, she turned as pale as death, arose, and went into her cham- ber. The news was corroborated next day. During the fol- lowing two days, every negro on the plantation left, excepting lame old Sukey Brown. Some of them came and said they had to go to Richmond, that " the word had come " for them. 1 42 TWO UITILE COXFEDERA lES. Others, including even Uncle Balla and Lucy Ann, slipped away by night. After that their mother had to cook, and the boys milked and did the heavier work. The cooking was not much trouble, however, for black-eyed pease were about all they had to eat. One afternoon, the second day after the news of Lee's surrender, the boys, who had gone to drive up the cows to be milked, saw two horsemen, one behind the other, coming slowly down the road on the far hill. The front horse was white, and, as their father rode a white horse, they ran toward the house to carry the news. Their mother and Cousin Belle, however, having seen the horsemen, were waiting on the porch as the men came through the middle gate and rode across the field. It was their father and his body-servant, Ralph, who had been with him all through the war. They came slowly up the hill; the horses limping and fagged, the riders dusty and drooping. It seemed like a funeral. The boys were near the steps, and their mother stood on the portico with her forehead rest- ing against a pillar. No word was spoken. Into the yard they rode at a walk, and up to the porch. Then their father, who had not once looked up, put both hands to his face, slipped from his horse, and walked up the steps, tears run- ning down his cheeks, and took their mother into his arms. It was a funeral-the Confederacy was dead. 143 TWO UTTiLE CONFEDERA7ES. A little later, their father, who had been in the house, came out on the porch near where Ralph still stood holding the horses. "Take off the saddles, Ralph, and turn the horses out," he said. Ralph did so. " Here.-here 's my last dollar. You have been a faith- ful servant to me. Put the saddles on the porch." It was done. "You are free," he said to the black, and then he walked back into the house. Ralph stood where he was for some minutes without mov- ing a muscle. His eyes blinked mechanically. Then he looked at the door and at the windows above him. Suddenly he seemed to come to himself. Turning slowly, he walked solemnly out of the yard. 1144 CHAPTER XIX. T IHE boys' Uncle William came the next day. The two weeks which followed were the hardest the boys had ever known. As yet nothing had been heard of Hugh or the General, though the boys' father went to Richmond to see whether they had been released. The family lived on corn-bread and black-eyed pease. There was not a mouthful of meat on the plantation. A few aged animals were all that remained on the place. The boys' mother bought a little sugar and made some cakes, and the boys, day after day, carried them over to the depot and left them with a man there to be sold. Such a thing had never been known before in the history of the family. A company of Yankees were camped very near, but they did not interfere with the boys. They bought the cakes and paid for them in greenbacks, which wvere the first new money they had at Oakland. One day the boys were walking along the road, coming back from the camp, when they met a little old one-horse wagon driven by a man who lived near the depot. In it were a boy about Willy's size and an old lady with white hair, both in deep mourning. The boy was better dressed than any boy they had ever seen. They were strangers. T6WO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. The boys touched their limp little hats to the lady, and felt somewhat ashamed of their own patched clothes in the presence of the well-dressed stranger. Frank and Willy passed on. They happened to look back. The wagon stopped just then, and the lady called them: Little boys ! They halted and returned. "We are looking for my son; and this gentleman tells me that you live about here, and know more of the country than any one else I may meet." " Do you know where any graves is -Yankee graves " asked the driver, cutting matters short. "Yes, there are several down on the road by Pigeon Hill, where the battle was, and two or three by the creek down yonder, and there 's one in our garden." " Where was your son killed, ma'am Do you know that he was killed " asked the driver. " I do not know. XWe fear that he was; but, of course, we still hope there may have been some mistake. The last seen of him was when General Sheridan went through this country, last year. He was with his company in the rear- guard, and was wounded and left on the field. XWe hoped he might have been found in one of the prisons; but there is no trace of him, and we fear " She broke down and began to cry. "He was my only son," she sobbed, " my only son-and I gave him up for the Union, and " She could say no more. 146 X/t I00 I IF Nd "I X::ia 1 71 f , THE BOYS SELL THEIR CAKES TO THE YANKEES. I ::0::0ff1fff I:0 :0 0 Ft a K :: a. This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE COVEEDERA TES. Her distress affected the boys deeply. " If I could but find his grave. Even that would be better than this agonizing suspense." " \hat was your son's name " asked the boys, gently. She told them. "Why, that's our soldier ! " exclaimed both boys. a Do you knowv him " she asked eagerly. " Is- Is-" Her voice refused to frame the fearful question. " Yes, 'm. In our garden," said the boys, almost inaudi- bly. The mother bent her head over on her grandson's shoul- der and wept aloud. Awful as the suspense had been, now that the last hope was removed the shock was terrible. She gave a stifled cry, then wept with uncontrollable grief. The boys, with pale faces and eyes moist with sympathy, turned away their heads and stood silent. At length she grew calmer. "Won't you come home with us Our father and mother will be so glad to have you," they said, hospitably. After questioning them a little further, she decided to go. The boys climbed into the back of the wagon. As they went along, the boys told her all about her son,-his carrying Frank, their finding him wounded near the road, and about his death and burial. " He was a real brave soldier," they told her consolingly. As they approached the house, she asked whether they could give her grandson something to eat. 149 0TWO IITTLE CONFEDERA TES. "Oh, yes, indeed. Certainly," they answered. Then, thinking perhaps they were raising her hopes too high, they explained apologetically: " We have n't got much. We did n't kill any squirrels this morning. Both our guns are broken and don't shoot very well, now." She was much impressed by the appearance of the place, which looked very beautiful among the trees. " Oh, yes, they're big folks," said the driver. She would have waited at the gate when they reached the house, but the boys insisted that they all should come in at once. One of them ran forward and, meeting his mother just coming out to the porch, told who the visitor was. Their mother instantly came down the steps and walked toward the gate. The women met face to face. There was no introduction. None was needed. " My son-" faltered the elder lady, her strength giving out. The boy's mother put her handkerchief to her eyes. "I have one, too;-God alone knows where he is," she sobbed. Each knew how great was the other's loss, and in sympa- thy with another's grief found consolation for her own. 150 CHAPTER XX. T HE visitors remained at Oakland for several days, as the lady wished to have her son's remains removed to the old homestead in Delaware. She was greatly dis- tressed over the want which she saw at Oakland-for there was literally nothing to eat but black-eyed pease and the boys' chickens. Every incident of the war interested her. She was delighted with their Cousin Belle, and took much interest in her story, which was told by the boys' mother. Her grandson, Dupont, was a fine, brave, and generous young fellow. He had spent his boyhood near a town, and could neither ride, swim, nor shoot as the Oakland boys did; but he was never afraid to try anything, and the boys took a great liking to him, and he to them. When the young soldier's body had been removed, the visitors left; not, however, until the boys had made their companion promise to pay them a visit. After the departure of these friends they were much missed. But the next day there was a great rejoicing at Oakland. Every one was in the dining-room at dinner, and the boys' father had just risen from the table and walked out of the room. A second later they heard an exclamation of aston- ishment from him, and he called eagerly to his wife, " Come TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA YES. here, quickly!" and ran down the steps. Every one rose and ran out. Hugh and the General were just entering the yard. They were pale and thin and looked ill; but all the past was forgotten in the greeting. I'he boys soon knew that the General was making his peace with their Cousin Belle, who looked prettier than ever. It required several long walks before all was made right; but there was no disposition toward severity on either side. It was determined that the wedding was to take place very soon. The boys' father suggested, as an objection to an im- mediate wedding, that since the General was just half his usual size, it would be better to wait until he should regain his former proportions, so that all of him might be married; but the General would not accept the proposition for delay, and Cousin Belle finally consented to be married at once. The old place was in a great stir over the preparations. A number of the old servants, including Uncle Balla and Lucy Ann, had one by one come back to their old home. The trunks in the garret were ransacked once more, and enough was found to make up a wedding trousseau of two dresses. Hugh was to be the General's best man, and the boys were to be the ushers. The only difficulty was that their patched clothes made them feel a little abashed at the prom- inent roles they were to assume. However, their mother 15 2 I itL SOME OF THE SERVANTS CAME BACK TO THEIR OLD HUME. This page in the original text is blank. TWO LITTLE CONFEDERATES. made them each a nice jacket from a striped dress, one of her only two dresses, and she adorned them with the military brass buttons their father had had taken from his coat; so they felt very proud. Their father, of course, was to give the bride away,-an office he accepted with pleasure, he said, provided he did not have to move too far, which might be hazard- ous so long as he had to wear his spurs to keep the soles on his boots. Thus, even amid the ruins, the boys found life joyous, and if they were without everything else, they had life, health, and hope. The old guns were broken, and they had to ride in the ox-cart; but they hoped to have others and to do bet- ter, some day. The "some day" came sooner than they expected. The morning before the wedding, word came that there were at the railroad station several boxes for their mother. The ox-cart was sent for them. When the boxes arrived, that evening, there was a letter from their friend in Delaware, congratulating Cousin Belle and apologizing for having sent " a few things" to her Southern friends. The "few things " consisted not only of necessaries, but of everything which good taste could suggest. There was a complete trousseau for Cousin Belle, and clothes for each member of the family. The boys had new suits of fine cloth with shirts and underclothes in plenty. But the best surprise of all was found when they came to I55 TWO LITTLE CONFEDERA TES. the bottom of the biggest box, and found two long, narrow cases, marked, "For the Oakland boys." These cases held beautiful, new double-barreled guns of the finest make. There was a large supply of ammunition, and in each case there was a letter from Dupont promising to come and spend his vacation with them, and sending his love and good wishes and thanks to his friends-the "Two Little Confederates." THF END. I 56 CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS' New and Standard Books for Young Readers for 1895=96. A New Book by Mrs. Burnett. TWO LITTULE PILGRIMS' PROGRESS : A Story of the City Beautiful. By Mrs. FRANCES HODGSoN BURNETT. illustrated by R. B. BiRCH. Uniform with " Fauntleroy, " etc. Sq. 8vo, 1i. 50 The largest and most notable children's book that Mrs Burnett has written since " Fauntleroy." It is a charming story of a little boy and girl, who, taking their small savings, leave home to visit the World's Fair. This is their Pilgrims' Progress; and their interesting adventures and the happy ending of it all 8 Mrs. Burnett tells as no one else can. It is in the author's best vein and will take place in the hearts of her readers close beside3 , "Fauntleroy. " Mrs. Burnett's Five Famous Juveniles. LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY. Beautifully illustrated by REGINALD B. BIRCH. Square 8vo, 2.00. "In 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' we gain another charming child to add to our gallery of juvenile heroes and heroines, one who teaches a great lesson with such truth and sweetness that we part from him with real regret."-LoussA M. ALcorr. SARA CREWE; ) Or, What happened at Miss Minchin's. Richly and fullv illus- "It is astorytrated by R. B. BIRCH. Square 8vo, oo. It is a story to linger over in the reading, it is so brightly, frankly, sweetly, and tenderly I'. wi written, and to remember and return to. In creating her little gentlewoman, 'Sari Crewe-' so fresh, so simple, so natural, so genuine, and so indomitable, Mrs. Burnett has added another child to English Fiction."_R. H-. STODDARD. LITTLE SAINT ELIZABETH And Other Stories. With twelve full-page drawings by REGINALD B. BIRCH. Square 8vo, i. 50. "Four stories different in kind, but alike in grace and spirit. "-SUSAN COOLIDGE. are "One of the most winning and pathetic of Mrs. Burnett's child heroines. The tales which follow arequite charming. "-THE ATHENMUM. GIOVANNI AND THE OTHER: Children who have made stories. With nine full-page illustra- tions by REGINALD B. BIRCH. Square 8vo, I.50. "Stories beautiful in tone, and style, and color. "-KATE DOUGLAS WiGGrN. " There is a tender pathos in these tales and a gentle, loving spirit that gives the book a peculiar chrm."-PHILu&DELPHiA Ttess. PICCINO And Other Child Stories. Fully illustrated by R. B. BIRCH. ) Square 8vo, 1i.50o. "The history of Piccino's 'two days' is as delicate as one of the anemones that spring in the rock walls facing Piccino's Mediterranean. . . The other stories in the book have the charm of their predecessor in material and matter. "-MRS. BURTON HARRISON. Charics Scribiier's Sons1' Rooks for Youing Readers. Written and Illustrated by Howard Pyle. d4 NEW BOOK JUST PUBLISHED. THE GARDEN BEHIND THE MOON. A Real Storv of the Moon Angel. Written and illustra- ted by HOWARD PYLE. Square I2mo, 2.00. Underneath the charm of this original and delightful fairy tale of Mr. Pyle's is a mystical moral significance which gives it the dignity of true literature in addition to its interest of adventure. Out of the truth that great deeds are achieved and high character moulded by entire spiritual consecration, rather than by direct and interested effort, the author has evolved a winning and delightful piece of fanciful fiction, and has illustrated it copiously in his happiest and most characteristically poetical vein. OTHER 'BOOKS BY MR. PYLE. THE MERRY ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire. With many illustra- tions. Royal 8vo, 3.00. "This superb book is unquestionably the most or inal and elaborate ever rroduced by any American artist. 1Mr. Pyle has told, with pencil and pen, the complete and consecutive story of Robin Hocod and his merrv men in their haunts in Sherwood Forest, gathered f-o"m the od bal- lads and legeds Mr. P.'les am rb' .ustra- tions are strewn profuely through the book."- BOSTON, TRAtscRiST. OTTO OF THE SILVER HAND. With many illustrations. Roval Svo, half leather, 2.00. "The scene of the str.' is medicval Germany in the time of the feuds and robber barons a.nd romance. The k]n.ppi: v of O::n, his ,dventures among rough soldiers, and his darin g rescue, make up a spirited and thrilling stocry. The drawings are in keeping with the text, and in mechanical and artistic qualities as well as in literary execution the book must be greeted as one of the very best juveniles of the year, quite worthy to succeed to t'e remarkable FROM OTTO OF THF SILVER RAJD" popularity of Mr. Pyle's 'Robin Hood.' -CHRISTIAN '. NION. F.TO E RA .\w - Charles Scribuer's Souis' RBooks for Youiig Readers. The Kanter Girls. By Mary L. B. BRANCH. Illustrated by Helen M. Armstrong. Square I2mo, I.50. The adventures of Janet and Prue, two small sisters, among different peoples of the imaginative world-dryads, snow-children, Kobolds, &c.-aided by their invisible rings, their magic boat, and their wonderful birds, are described by the author with great naturalness and a true gift for story-telling. The nu- merous illustrations are very attractive and in thorough sympathy with the text. A New Book by Gordon Stables. FOR LIFE AND LIBERTY. A Story of Battle by Land and Sea. By GORDON STABLES. With 8 full-page illus- trations. I2mo, I. 50. The story of an English boy who runs from home and joins tie southern army in the late civil war. He is accompanied by his chum, who enters the navy, and their various adventures in the great conflict are set forth with great vigor and are unfailing in interest. OTHER 'BOOKS BY MR. STABLES. TO GREENLAND AND THE POLE. A Story of Adventure in the Arctic Regions. With 8 full-page illustra- tions. I2mo, 1. 50. I g" Alore than ordinarily entertaining and it imparts agreeably a great deal of valuable knowledge., -CONGREGATIONALLST. I 'TWIXT SCHOOL WESTWARD WITH COLUMBUS. Illustrated. I2mo, I. 50. "The whole story of Columbus' career is embraced, but the main intnrest is focused on the westward voyage and the romantic incidents of the discovery. The book is admirably written and is well illustrated."-BoSTON BEACON. AND COLLEGE. A Tale of Self-Reliance. With 8 illustrations. Crown 8vo, i. 50. Joseph The Dreamer. By the Author of Jesus the Carpenter. i 2mo, i. 5o. The story of Joseph, told in the same popular, interesting, and realistic manner as that of Jesus in the author's former book; not only setting forth truthfully and graphically the life of Joseph, but picturing as well the marvellous state of Egypt in which he lived. JESUS THE CARPENTER. By A. LAYMNAN. I2mo, 1.50. "I think the idea of this book-the aim and the inteltio i1-excellen, and the execution beautiful. --PROF. A. B. BRLCL MINNOW=- r7zl LIS 11 1 7 Cbarls Scribsicr's Solis' Books for Youniig Readers. A New Book by Kirk Munroe. AT WAR WITH PONTIAC; Or, The Totem, of the Beair. A Tale of Redcowt and Redskin. By KIRK MUNROE. With 8 full-pagre illustrations by J. FINNEMORLi. 1217110, 1.25. A story of old days in America when Detroit was a frontier town and the shores of Lake Erie were held bv hostile Indians under Pontiac. The hero, Donald Hester, goes in search of his sister Edith, who has been cap- tured by the Indians. Strange and torrible are his experiences : for he is wounded, taken prisoner, condemned to be burned, and contrives to escape. In the end there is peace between Pontiac and the English, and all things i terminate happily for the hero. One dares not skip a page of this enthralling THE WHITE CONQUEROR. A Tale of Toltec and Aztec. By KIRK MU'NROE. With 8 full-page illustrations by W. S. STACEY. I2MO, 1.25. " The story is replete with scenes of vivid power: it is full of action and rapid movement, and he must be deficient ia recep- tive faculty who fails to gain valuable historical instruction, a.ong with the pleasure of reading a tale graphically told."-PHiLA. DELPHIA BULLETIN. Stories of Literature, Science, and History. By HENRIETTA CHRISTIAN WRIGHT. - NEW VOLUME JUST ISSUED. CHILDREN'S STORIES IN AMERICAN LITERATURE-I66o-:86o. 12mO, SI.25. Miss Wright here continues her attractive presentation of literary history begun in her " Chil- dren's Stories in English Literature." Elliot, the translator of the Bible into the English language, Irving, Cooper, Prescott, Holmes, Longfellow, Hawthorne, Mrs. Stowe, Whittier, Poe, and Emer- son are here considered, bringing the history of the subject down to the period of the civil war, and treated with constant reference to that side of their works and personalities which most nearly ap- peals to children. CHILDREN'S STORIES IN ENGLISH LITERATURE. Two volumes: TALIESIN TO SHAKESPEARE-SHAKESPEARE TO TENNYSON. i2mo, each, 1.25. "It is indeed a v:vid history of the people as well as a story of their literature: and, briefas it is, the author has so deftil seized on all the salient points, that the child who has read this book will be More thoroughly acquainted than many a student of history with the life and thought of the cen. turies over which the work reaches. `-THE EVANGELIST. CHILDREN'S STORIES OF THE GRFAT SCIENTISTS. With portraits. W hiffs 12mo, S1.25. " The author has succeeded in making her pen-pictures of the great scientists as graphic as e =excellent portraits that il uszrate the work. Around each name she has picturesquely grouped the essen.ial features of scienti-ic achievement."-BROOKLYN T-MES. CHIILDREN'S STORIES IN AMERICAN HISTORY. Illustrated. ilmo, 1.25. " A most delightful and instructive collection of historical events, told in a snmple and pleasant manner. Almost every occurrence in the gradual development of our country is woven into an attractive story. "-SAN FRANCIsco EvFE,:iso POST. CHILDREN'S STOFIES OF AMERICAN PROGRESS. lliUstrated.12MO, S1.25. " Miss Wright is favorably known by her volume of well-told 'Stories in American Historv:' and her 'Stories of American Progress' is equally worthy of commendation. Taken together they present a series of pictures of great graphic interest. The illustrations are excellent."-THE NATION. Charles Scribxlwr's So/Is' Books for Young Readers. . A. Henty's Popular Stories for Boys. J'EW VOLUMES FOR 1895-96. Rich, Crown 8vo. GmIandsomely Illustrated. i.50. Mr. Henty, the most popular writer of Books of Adventure in England, adds three new volumes to his list this fall-books that will delight the thousands of boys who are his ardent adniirers. " Mr. Henty's books never fail ta interest boy rzadzrs. Among writers of stories of adventure he stands in the very first rank."-AcADEMy (London). " o country nor epoch of history is there which Mr. Henty does not kncw, and what is really remarkable is that he alwa.ys writes well and interestingly. Boys lIke stirring adventur.s, and Mr. Henty is a master of this method of composition."-NEw YoRIC Tosss. A KNIGHT OF THE WHITE CROSS. A Tale of the Siege of Rhodes. With ; 2 full-page illustrations. Gervaise Tresham, the hero of this story, joins the Order of the Knights of St.john, and leaving England he proceeds to the stronghold of Rhodes. Subsequently, Gervaise is made a Knight of the White Cross for valor, while soon after he is appointed com- mander of a war-galley, and in his first voyage destroys a fleet ff Moor:hA corsairs. During one of his cruises the young knight is attacked on shore, captured after a desperate struggle, and sold into slavery in Tripoli. He succeeds in escaping, however, and returns to Rhodes in time to take part in the Eplendid d.fence of that fortress. Altogether a fine chivalrous tale, of varied interest and full of noble daring. THE TIGER OF MYSORE. A Story of the War with Tippoo Saib. With 12 full-page illustrations. Dick Holland, whose father is supposed to be a captive of Tippoo Saib, goes to India to help him to escape. He joins the army under Lord Cornwallis, and takes part in the campaign against Tippoo. Afterwards, he assumes a disguise, enters Seringapatam, the capital of Mysore, rescues Tippoo's harem from a tiger, and is appointed to high G. A. HENTY. office by the tyrant. In this capacity Dick visits the hill fortresses, still in search of his father; and at last he discovers him in the great stronghold of Savsndroog. The hazardous rescue through the enemy's country i; at length accomplished, and the young feLow's dangerous mission is done. THROUGH RUSSIAN SNOWS. A Story of Napoleon's Retreat from Moscow. With 8 full-page illustra- tions and a map. The hero, Julian Wyatt, after several adventures with smugglers, by whom he is handed over a prisoner to the French, regains his freedom and joins Napoleon's army in the Russian campaign, and reaches Moscow with the victorious Emperor. Then, when the terrible retreat begins, Julian finds himself in the rear guard of the French army, fighting desperately, league by league, against famine, snow-storms, wolves, and Russians. Ultimately he escapes out of the general disaster. after rescuing the daughter of a Russian Count; makes his way to St. Petersburg, and then returns to England. A story with an excellent plot, ex- A KNIGHT OF THE WHITE CROSS. citing adventures, and Eplendid historical interests. .. . _, Cbarles Scribnicr's Sons' Books for Yozung Readers. G. A. HENTY'S POPULAR STORIES FOR BOYS. Each, Crown 8vo, handsomely illustrated, i. 5o. IN THE HEART OF THE ROCKIES. A STORY OF ADVENTURE IN COLORADO. "One of the most interesting and attractive stories for boys. It is a tale of adventure thrilling enough for the most daring readers."-BoSTON JOURNAL. WU'LF THE SAXON. A STORY OF THE NORMAN CONQUEST. An unusually realistic picture of the times. The scenes and incidents which Mr. Henty introduces are calculated to awaken fresh interest in the influence of the battle of Hastings upon the destiny of mankind.--BOSTON I HERALD. WHEN LONDON BURNED. A STORY OF RESTORATION TIMES AND THE GREAT FIRE. ' An exciting story of adventure, at the same time dealing with historic truths deftly and interestingly."-DETRorr FREE PRESS. ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE. A TALE OF THE HUGUENOT WARS - Exciting enough to interest even the dullest of readers."-BoSTON TRANSCRIPT. THROUGH THE SIKH WAR. A TALE OF THE CONQUEST OF THE PUNJAUB. ' Not only interesting but instructive. It is related with great spirit and ani;-ation. "-BOSTON HERALD. A JACOBITE EXILE. BEING THE ADVENTURES OF A YOUNG ENGLISHMAN IN THE SERVICE OF CHARLES XIL. OF SWEDEN. ' Remarkable for its thrilling adventures and its interesting historical pictures "-HERALD AND PRESBsTER. BERIC THE BRITON. A STORY OF THE ROMAN INVASION. " It is a powerful and fascinating romance.'"-BOSTO0N POST. IN GREEK WATERS. A STORY OF THE GRECIAN WAR OF INDEPENDENCE-i821-1827. " It is a stirring narrative, wholesome and stimulating. -CONGREGATIONALIST. CONDEMNED AS A NIHILIST. A STORY OF ESCAPE FROM SIBERIA. "A narrative absorbing and thrilling. The scenes of Siberian prison-life give the book a peculiar value.`"-CSuisTIAx ADVOCATE. REDSKIN AND COWBOY. A TALE OF THE WESTERN PLAINS. ' Though it is full of hairbreadth escapes. none of the incidents are improbable. It is needless to say that the adven. tures are well told."-SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE. HELD FAST FOR ENGLAND. A TALE OF THE SIEGE OF GIBRALTAR. ' It is an historical novel, the siege of Gibraltar, in the latter part of the eighteenth century, being the foundation on whids Mr. Henty's clever action rests. "-NEWARK ADVERTISER. The above are Mr. Henzty's latest books. ca fitll descriptive list containing all of Mr. HentyP's books-no0W 47 in number- will be sent to any address on application. They are all attractively illustrated and handsomneh, bound. CbA7rles Scriblicr 's Solis' 'Books fir Youlng,- Readers. Czar and Sultan. The adventures of a British Lad in the Russo-Turkish War of I877-78. By ARCHIBALD FORBES. Illustrated. I2rno, 2.00. 'Very fascinating and graphic. Mr. Forbes is a forcible writer, and the present work has the vigor and intensity associated with his nanmc. It is sure to be popular with youthful readers. "-Bos- TON. BcAoN-. '-A brilliant and exciting narrative, and the drawings add to its interest and value."-N. Y. __dd_. OBSERVER. Books of Adventure by Robert Leighton. OLAF THE GLORIOUS. A Story of Olaf Triggvison, King of Norway, A. D. 995-1000. Crown 8vo, with numerous full-page illustra- tions, 1.50. THE WRECK OF THE GOLDEN FLEECE. The Story of a North Sea Fisher Boy. Illustrated. Crown 8vo, 1.50. THE THIRSTY SWORD. A Story of the Norse Invasion of Scotland, 1262-65. With 8 illustrations and a map. Crown 8vo, L.5o. THE PILOTS OF POMONA. A Story of the Orkney Islands. With 8 illustrations and a map. Crown 8vo, Si.50. "Mr. Leighton as a writer for boys needs no praise, as his books place him in the front rank. "-NEW YORK OBSERVER. Things Will Take a Turn. BY BEATRICE HARRADEN, author of "Ships that Pass in the Night." Illustrated. I2mO, I,oo. The charm of this tale is its delicate, wistful sympathy. It is the story of a sunny-hearted child, Rosebud, who assists her grandfather in his dusty, second-hand book- shop. One cannot help being fascinated by the sweet little heroine, she is so engaging, so natural; and to love Rosebud is to love all her friends and enter sympathetically into the good fortune she brau' ht them. Among the Lawmakers. By EDMUND ALTON. Illustrated. Sq. 8vo, I15o. " The book is a diverting as well as an instructive one. Mr. Alton was in his early days a page in the Senate, and he relates the doings of Congress from the point of view he then obtained. His narrative is easy and piquant, and abounds in personal anecdotes about the great men whom the pages waited on. `-CHRISTIAN UNION. Charles Scribner's Souis' Books for Young Readers. Samuel Adams Drake's Historical Books. THE MAKING OF THE OHIO VALLEY STATES. 1660-1837. Illustrated. 12mO, I.50. THE MAKING OF VIRGINIA AND THE MIDDLE COLONIES. 1578-1701. Illustrated. I21To, i .50. THE MAKING OF NEW ENGLAND. 1580-i643. With 148 illustrations and with maps. 12m0, 1.50. THE MAKING OF THE GREAT WEST. 1812-1853. With 145 illustrations and with maps. I2mo, 1.50. " The author's aim in these books is that they shall occupy a place between the larger and lesser histories of the lands and of the periods of which they treat, and that each topic therein shall be treated as a unit and worked out to a clear understand- ing of its objects and results before passing to another topic. In the furtherance of this method ead' subject has its own descriptive notes, maps, plans and illustrations, the whole contributing to a thorough, though condensed, knowledge of the sub- ject in hand. "-NEW YORK MAIL AND EXPRESS. The Butterfly Hunters in the Caribbees. By Dr. EUGENE MURRAY-AARON. With 8 full-page illustrations. Square [2mo, 2.00. "The book is written in a very interesting style. The author is a recognized authority on the subjects of which he writes. He takes a company of young explorers over ground with which he is thoroughly familiar."-THE INDEPENDENTr. " Our author only reproduces the incidents and scenes of his own life as an exploring naturalist in a way to capture the attention of younger readers. The incidents are told entertainingly, and his descriptions of country and the methods of capture of butterflies and bugs of rare varieties are full of interest. "-CHICAG INTER-OCEAN. A New Mexico David. AND OTHER STORIES AND SKETCHES OF THE SOUTH WEST. By CHARLES F. LUMMIS. Illustrated. 12mo, I.25. " Mr. Lummis has lived for years in the land of the Pueblos; has traversed it in every direction, both on foot and on horse- back; and it is an enthralling treat set before youthful readers by him in this series of lively chronicles."-BosToN BEACON. / Poems of Childhood by Eugene Field. LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD. i6mo, S'.oo. WITH TRUMPET AND DRUM. By EUGENE FIELD. 16mo, 1.0o. " His poems of childhood have gone home, not only to the hearts of children, but to the heart of the country as well, and he is one of the few contributors to that genuine EUGENE FIELD. literature of childhood which expresses ideas from the standpoint of a child."-THE OUTLOOK.