Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 46, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 12 May 1894 — Page 3
A Yankee in Gray.
IRS
Ocmtinued on Seventh Page.
"I hain't no ginerall" "Yo' hain't? Why. I thought yo' was boss of the hall armyl What's the k" matter yo' hain't no gineral?" "What'8 the matter yo' hain't got no sense in yo'r head?" "Bat yo' an'8 a corporall" "No." "A major?" "No." "A leftenant?" "No." "Hain't yo' on nothin bat jest common folks?" she persisted. "No." "Didn't I alias say yo' nn had no epeerit about yo', and that's why we was alius pore and low down?" she bitterly exclaimed as they passed into the house. "Ike Baxter, yo' hain't shocks! You on's low down, and yo' like to stay right thar! Everybody else is comin home with gineral's and corporal's and major'8 stripes on thar sleeves, but yo' has dun let 'em walk yo' inter tho mud and hain't got no speerit to resent it! If I'd gone dowathar, I'd 'a' come back as big as anybody! I've dun told everybody yo' un was a gineral, and now—now yo'sonly jest common!"
Mrs. Baxter sat down and wept and nsed her apron for a handkerchief. Ike had expected just such a reception, and he had a plan to develop at the proper time. While she continued to weep he helped himself to a bite to eat from the cnpboaid and maintained silence. "And why didn't they ntfake a gineral of yo'?" asked Mrs. Baxter after about 10 minutes. "If yo' un dun had any sense in yo' head, I could tell yo'," he sullenly replied. "Sense! Sense! If I hain't got sense, who has? If it hadn't bin fur my sense, wo uns would hav bin right down to tater skins y'ars ago! It's my sense that has kept us outer the porebouse and let as hold our heads up with the best of 'ein! Leastwise I've alius held my head up, even if yo' hain't!" "It's this way," said Ike as he continued to eat and reflect. "It's corporal, sergeant, orderly sergeant, leftenant, captain, major, kurnel and gineral. Takes a heap o' time to git up thar! Everybody has got to begin way down." "But yo's not even a corp—corporal yit!" she exclaimed as one eye filled with tears of disappointment.
And what's the reason I hain't? Do yo' uu remember that Yankee lawyer who lived yore—feller named Kenton?" "Seems like I did." "He unV to blame. Tried to git us all captur'd at Bull Run. Tried to put all the ollieers down, (tot in with (iineral Jackson and talked agin us,'particularly me. Reckon he unsaid a heap 'bout yo', too, while heun was at it. If it hadn't bill tur heun, I'd hev had stripes on my arms—heaps o' stripes— and yoM bin proud o" me. It's jest he un that keeps me down. We all bate he un, but biin's got Ginerul Jackson on his side." "The pesky varmint!" she gasped, with uplifted hands. "He un's all to blamo then?" "All to blamo." "Talked about 1110 to Gineral Jackson What could he un say?" "Dnnno, but 1 reckon ho 1111 went 011 'bout yo'r gwino b'arfut to church and dippin uniiIt andgaddin 'bout and 00111plainin. lie un rubbed it in on both o' us powerful hard, most likely. Befo that Gineral Jackson was as good as pie to me, but afterward he un wouldn't dun notice me 'tall!" "Then—then it's the Yankee who dun keeps yo'all back?" she asked after taking a couple ot minutes for reflection. "Jest he un alone," answered Ike as he finished his snack. "And yo' all hain't got spunk nuff to drive he un cut! Ike Baxter, yo' un alius did dun let folks walk yo' inter the mud. but I didn't reckon it was as bad as this! Fur shame 011 yo'!" "How's we all to drivo he un when Gineral Jackson is in the way?" asked
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Ike. "If I never git to be a gineral. it's he uu's fault. If I git killed or captur'd, it's the same. Duke Wyle would make me sergeant tomorrer but fur that dot! blasted Yank!" "Then if yo' doau' pay him oat 1 will!" exclaimed Mrs. Baxter as she rose up with a look of determination on her face.
That's what Ike was watting to hear. He was uow ready to develop the little plan sketched out in Captain Wyle's tent before leaving camp.
I reckon yo' kin do it better'n we all if yo' want to try," he finally said. "Yo* know them stuck op Percys in town, of co'se?' "Of coW "He on's in lav with the gal." "I heard that yisterday." "If we all could brek it np. it would flatten be an out. Jest think of a southern gal lutin a reg'lar Yankee spy, and probably gain to marry him, when she could hev Dak® Wyle!" "Shoo, how yon talk!"4 "And if we all could flatten him out I'd soon be* gineral ant! prance aroand on a hoes," continued Ike. "Drat him, bat he talked aboay-o' to Gineral Jack
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son, and that's what harts me mo' than t'other!" "How kin I flatten him ont?" she asked, ready to begin work at once.
Ike slowly lighted his pipe and sat down on the doorstep and made room for her beside him. He kept her waiting for another minote and then unfold ed his plan. She listened patiently until he was through and then pointed out the obstacles here and there. He reviewed the case and explained how ev erything was to be overcome. Although an ignorant woman, she had a good deal of natural shrewdness in her composition, and after the plan had been gone over in detail for the third or fourth time she said: "I'll try it anyhow. I hev alias dan hated Yanks like pizen, and that Percy gal is jest tco stuck up far anything! Might do her a heap o' good to come down a few pegs! If I flatten he un out, that will make yo' a gineral?" "I reckon." "And yo'll ride around on a critter and w'ar a cocked hat?" "Yes." "And buy me two new kaliker dresses, a bonnet, a pa'r of shoes, a— a" "Yo'll jest be richness and wealth and look like a queen!" said Ike asslie besi tated, "Then I'll do it if I hev to walk through fire, and p'raps I'll ride around on a critter too!"
CHAPTER XII.
Panic does not always follow defeat. Indeed it seldom does. A battle is a checkerboard wherein all the spots are marked with blood. The checkers are men—men lying in reserve, men on the battle lines, men charging on flanks or center.
Tho generals in command watch the board. If one makes a move on the right or left, the other seeks to take advantage of it. For the time being they shut their ears to the roar of battle, shut their eyes to the eight of dead and wounded. Beauregard halted at the threshold of victory at Shiloh. So with McClellan at Antietam. At Fredericksburg Lee permitted Burnside to retreat after defeat. At Gettysburg Meade did the same with Lee. Jackson had thrown himself against Shields at Kernstown on the right, on the left, on the center. He could not break the line anywhere. He left his dead along a front of a mile and a half, but the sacrifice was in vain. It was military tactics to retreat—to fall back to a strong position and oblige Shields to attack him or give over his march up the valley. There is sometimes more generalship in a retreat than in an advance or in fighting a battle. Tho trains must be saved, the broken and disorganized commands picked up aud re-formed, the best troops sent to the rear to stand as a bulwark between the exhausted army and the enthusiastic enemy.
Jackson left nothing behind him—artillery, wagons 01 muskets—worth gathering up and reporting. Most of bis wounded were carried up the valley as he tell back. Shields followed slowly, and the rear guard had no fighting to do. The panic of an army, of an army corps even, is a terrible sight, but the panic of a town is something which no one can fitly describe. The news of Jackson's defeat preceded him, and when he reached Winchester it was to find a town wild with fear and crazed by terror. War was young then. In after years the old town changed hands without a tremor, gathered up the dead off its streets and buried them -as part of the regular programme. "Tho Yankees are coming! The town will be given up to sack! Winchester is to bo burned, and women and children must flee!"
So rose the cry from house to house. Some locked their doors and rode fcway on horseback or in their carriages. Others left their doors wide open and took the turnpike to the south on foot, carrying whatever they had at first laid hands 011 as a burden. Furniture wan brought out and piled in the streets and set fire to, and had not Jackson's advance arrived as it did the people of the town would have applied the torch to their own rooftrees. The Yankee soldier was popularly supposed to be without honor or pity—-a ruffian who stopped at 110 crime. Jackson paused to refresh his men and allay the excitement. Those who had not fled decided to remain, though fearful of consequences, bat tWe general excitement scarcely abated.
The Percys were among the first to hear of Jackson's defeat and the news that the Federal army was following him up and would soon*be in Winchester. They were excited, but not terrified. "We will remain right here, and we shall not be disturbed," said Marian to her mother. 'The Federals have not burned towns elsewhere nor made war on women and children, and they will not do so here. We have no caase to be afraid."
Neither had they, but circumstances which conld not be foreseen soon caused a change in the programme. Among Jackson's troops was the remnant of the Shenandoah guards. All the boose servants about the Percy mansion were colored people and slaves. Like others of their color, the general excitement bad made them half craay. They had left the house for the street to see and hear and were ready to catch np and believe the most absurd tales. There were two men and foar women. Back, who was a young man of 25, joined a party of the fleeing inhabitants hurrying np the valley. Uncle Ben, as he was called, was a man of 50, born and reared in the Percy family, and tbongh sharing to some extent in the general excitement he would not leave bis post of dnty. He had said *to tho female servants: "I nebber dan did me no Yankees in all my life, bat I hain't gwine to be afraid An run away. I didn't bring on dSs wah. I hain't killed nobody. What dein Yankees want- to hart mo far? Miss Atarian hain't skeered. Her madder bain'tskeered. If dty hain't skeered, what yo* all want to be skeered far?"
Tbefoar women were on a street cor
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ner in a group when Captain Wyle passed by and recognized them as belonging to the Percy family. Ho had heard from the gossips of the town long ago that Kenton was to carry off the prize. He had written to Marian with considerable fervor and without mentioning the news, and she had replied in a very brief and formal manner. To revenge himself on a woman was quite foreign to his nature, bat as he saw the foar servants and noted their state of alarm be remeibbered that he and Ike Baxter had a plan to carry oat. Ten minntes later one of his
company
was
saying to the colored women: "The Yankees are only a couple of miles away! If yon all don't hurry, you will be taken prisoners, and that means that every one of yoa will be burned at the stake! They shoot down white folks and burn niggersl"
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That was sufficient to start them off to join the fleeing throng. Not one of them returned to the house. Jackson sent ont couriers to advise the panic stricken people to return, bnt hundreds bad gone too far to be overtaken. Among them were the four women. Shields entered Winchester without opposition Within an hour the excitement had sub sided. The Yankee soldiers had neither horns nor hoofs. No one was molested nor made afraid. Where timid women requested it^uards were placed at their doors, and instead of the merchants be ing robbed and ruined, as most of them bad fully expected, their properties were safely cared for. "Didn't I dun told you all so!" exclaimed Uncle Ben on the street that evening as he was out looking for the missing servants. "Yankees am jist de same folks as anybody. I'ze bin look in at heaps of 'em, an I can't see no differ ence. All dem folks who got skeered an run'd away was fools! Yankees hain't gwine ter hurt nobedy onless yo unbebave yo'self fust!"
Captain Wyle knew where lb find Ike Baxter's wife. She had moved into town two weeks before, leaving the farm to take care of itself. That was one of the points in the plan presented by Ike and accepted by her. She knew that Jackson had been beaten and was on the retreat, but she did not know of the fate of Ike and many of his comrades. Some of those who escaped both death and capture bad seen Ike go down, and it was certain he had fallen into Federal hands. Mrs. Baxter fell to sobbing as she heard the news from the captain, but her sorrow did not last long. "Drat that Ike fur a fool!" she suddenly exclaimed as grief gave place to indignation. "Didn't he nn promise me last thing befo' him went back that if him ever got into another fout he un would scroach down so the bullets would fly over him! It's all in him—alius wantin and lievin his own way spite of all I kin do!" "Ike and the others would have been all right if they had not been betrayed," observed the captain. "Shoo, that's what Ike was afraid of 1 Was it that Yankee agin—that.Lawyer Kenton?"
The captain nodded his head. "Ike hates him. So do I. If heun hadn't stood in Ike's way, Ike would hev bin a gineral befo' this. The onery skunk, to betray his own comrades! If I could git hands on he un, I'd kill him! I'll never rest till I hev his life, even if Ike lets up!" "Have you seen the—the Percys late ly?" asked the captain as Mrs. Baxter got ready for another wave of sorrow. "Did Ike tell yo'?" she whispered. "Partly." "I've bin tryin to do as we planned, but couldn't fetch it. Ike thought as I might get a place in the house, but they uns hev got too many niggers fuh that." "All their women have cut and ran —not one left. If you should happen to offer your services there now, I think they'd be accepted." "Shoo, nigger women all gone?" "I know it for a fact." "I'll go over thar this very hour!" said Mrs. Baxter as she reached for her 8unbonnet. "Capting, was Ike right when he said this yere Yankee stood in his way?" "Yes, he waj." "Was he right when he said if we uns cbuld get the Percy gal to hate him he would bother nobody no mo'?" "Yes." "If the Yankee was shot or killed or santhin, would Ike ride around on a critter and dangle a sword?" "It's quite likely. What plan have yoa got?""Jest lfave that to me! Mebbe 1 haven't got any, and mebbe I've got a heap of'em!" "Here is what you are to remember," he said as he rose ap to go. "If
it hadn't been for Kenton, not a man in oar company would have been killed or captured."
And what becnm of he tin?"* Oh, be was captured, too, bnt of course that was ail a trick. However, I don't want yoa to say anything as coming from me. Yon needn't even say yoa have seen me." "I nnderstand. Ike said yo' was after
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the gal too. I hope yoTI git her. yo' reckon Ike was killed?" "I'm quite sare he wasn't." "Then I'll see him agin?" "Yea, after a bit.' "Pore, pore Ike!" wailed the wife as her apron went op to her eyes. "He had his streaks—he was shiftless—bat he never complained. He was onery about some things, bat good as pie about others. He wasn't wnth shacks at farm work, bat as far knqwin all about mewls, why" Vt* VkF-'-'v.
She looked up. but the captain had disappeared. $ \1o be Continued Next Week*]
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It was hard work for the young man, but every time he hungered for a wad of nicotine his mind pictured the form of his fair one parading down street with her face looking like a pan of dough, and he desisted. This went on for several weeks, and each was remark ing how much better the other was looking, but the old craving for the coffin nail came upon the young man once more, and one day last week he broke over. He thought no one would ever find it out, but he was seen, the news was carried to the girl, and she pre pared to get even.
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