Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 48, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 26 May 1894 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XVII.

Not one soldier in a hundred more tban catches a glimpse of a battlefield. He seldom si es what tabes place outside of bis own regiment. When two great armies grapple. must have room. The front may be three, four, five or six miles long. The lines of battle ran across open fields, through the woods, over hills, across highways, throngh orchards. As soon as the firing begins the smoke shots in the vision to the right and left. Troops may stand or lie down, have the cover of a breastwork or none at all. They may charge or be charged, gain groand or be driven back to anew line. However the battle goes, the soldier sees only what takes place In his immediate front.

And how the opening of a battle changes the nature of a man 1 While he is waiting for it to begin every nerve is strung to its utmost. Ho may be a brave man, but in that hour of waiting be denies it to himself. He trembles. He doubts himself. He turns pale, and his knees grow weak. Ho would run away but for his pride. It is pride and not courage that holds him in his place. He may be a man who has never uttered an oath in the hearing of his comrades— a man of Christian principles. A minute after the firing begins all the wickedness born in bis soul begins to betray itself. He shouts and raves and corses. His facial expression is so changed that his own brother could not identify him.

It*1- For the time being he is a madman—a devil. He cries: "Kill! Killl Kill!" 1 I even though in bis excitement he fires among the tree tops or at the clouds.

This is the excitement which numbs all feeling in some men when wounded, and they fight on until they happen to catch sight of their own blood and then sink, helplessly down. It is a sort of troop^htinare in which no man can beheld stores.

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upon the bloody field. One may conquer and yet be so near vanquished that he has no strength foi another blow. So it was with Jackson. He had broken the Federal line, but he could not follow up his advantage. Even if night had not come he must reorganize his shattered commands, replenish his ammunition and permit the wornout men .food and sleep.

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A battle dons not cease at once. It is mi hour or more in dying away. There is a sputtering and growling here and there, and men give up their work of death grudgingly. At last a hush comes. It is absolute to the men who have been deafened by the roar for hours and hours. It is a blessed relief, but they look at each other in alarm. The very stillness frightms them. They have seen dead and wounded men before them, to the tight or left, in rear, for hours, but have scarcely given thelm a thought. Now when the hush comes tile trenzy gradually goes away, and they stand appalled at the slaughter. The bush does uot last long. It is broken by the cries of the wounded—by men •who have suffered pain and thirst and fear for long hours. There 1a nothing Jtnown to living man which can be compared to these cries rising fiom a field of slaughter as night comes down. Men who have suffered and made no outcry While daylight lasted now seem to be •eized with a tear of the darkness. Men who seemed to have l)een struck dead are revived by the falling dew to plead for life. Softie call out in quavering •oicea, like children when in the dark" ness. Soiue cur^e some pray some revile. Here mid there one, realizing that be is wounded unto death ami that help will come too late, maintains silence. With an effort which starts the red blood afresh, be carries his hand to the pocket In which lies a photograph of sweetheart or a last letter from the wife at home, and the burial party finds bis dead fingers clutching the relic and his glased eyes fastened upon it—his last glimpse of things mortal.

The full horror of a battlefield is realized only at night While darkness ahats oat a thousand horrible sights, it jti adds to the horrors. Here and there -parties searching tor some officer, dead or wounded, move about with lantern «r torch to guide them. Tbey stepover the dead. They tread upon hands and arms outstretched. They slip and stagger on the spots of earth wet with blood* The woandi^i hear and see them moving about, and they call oat with renewed strength tor saccor. A wounded horse who has been lying down tn a pool of blood sees the light approaching, and there is something human in his whimperings. He pleads and coaxes. With a great effort he gains his feet and hobbles along and otters bis pleadings and

TCproacbgs. On this battlefield of Cold Harbor are nine or ten thousand dead men, ten or twelvf thousand wounded. The living and nnhart are exhausted with the day's utrnggle, and the woemded most lie through the night. There are no search*

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ing parties afjroad, no details to give saccor. From forest and thicket and field the cries of the stricken continue hour after hour, but they cry in vain. In the swamp ovei which Hood charged wounded men lap the water thick with mud and slime. They straggle as they sink slowly into the ooze, struggle and sboat and pray, bat dig tbeir own graves, as it were, and some of their blackened bones are there today. Here, where the brigades of Hill moved over the open ground to charge the troops of Seymour and Reynolds, the dead lie thicker tban they will in the streets at Fredricksburg or on the slopes at Gettysburg. There are no wounded—at least no voices cry out to us through the darkness. Here the Federals had 80 pieces of artillery posted to command the approach, and as the Confederates advanced the slaughter was something terrible. Sixteen hundred and eighty dead men lie here in this open spot of five acres. Tbey were struck down by round shot, by bursting shell and bj grape and canister. There are bodie» without heads, bodies without arms bodies which are but fragments. WheiJ the burial party reaches this spot tomorrow, they will name it "The Butcher Pen," and that name will cling to it forevermore. Napoleon would have said that no troops in the world could have been advanced under that awful fire, but from 4 o'clock to sundown tbe Confederates charged again and again, leaving their dead nearer earthwork and breastwork each time.

Here, where Porter massed 80 guns at Alexander's Bridge in the vain hope of saving the center, tffe dead cannot be gathered and buried for days. Tbey are not corpses, but fragments of corpses. Arms and legs will be foand amid the branches of trees,and hands and feet and pieces of flesh and bloody benes must be raked up as if it were a hayfield. Here, where General Cooke with his cavalry charged one of Longstreet's divisions and was broken and shattered and routed within five minutes, 500 horses cover two acres of ground. Among them are 800 dead and wounded troopers. It was a gallant charge, but it was made in vain. Even by noonday no man can passover that field without staining his boots witt-'oISod. If corn grows here "i"n *iter years when men shall be at peace, itvwill grow rank and tall, and the rustle of the stalks in nnmmer wind will sound like a chant in memory of the dead.

It is midnight. McClellan is moving qnietly to the rear, the Confederates along his front watching, waiting, sleeping. The wounded have almost ceased to call out. The faces of the dead have been made whiter and more ghastly by the bath of dew. And now the

They kneel beside the dead and search cach pocket. ghoul steals away from the dying campfire into the darkness and skulks and creeps and crawls about in search of plunder. Every army has its human hyenas. They may have fought bravely during the brttle, but as night falls and men cease their work of killing the ghoulish instinct cannot be resisted. Tbey kneel beside the dead and search each pocket. Their knees feel the earth wet with blood, but they do not shrink. Their hands touch gaping wounds and are smeared with blood, but tbere is pi disgust. Whatever plunder they secure is blood stained, but on tbe morrow they will wash away the stains. "Here—this way—for God's sake give me water!"

It is a wounded man who has heard tho ghoul moving about. No matter whether he is a friend oi foe, he may yield plunder. Tbe ghonl bends over him and begins a search. Tbe wounded man may qnietly submit, hoping at feast to be rewarded with water enough to moisten his parched tongne and burning throat If so, he is spared. If not, strong fingers seize bis throat and fasten there nntil he is dead, or his own bayonet may be driven into his heart.

And when the summer sun comes np again a hundred burial parties will be scattered along this front, and a thousand men will be busy digging the long trenches into which the dead are to be heaped. There will be no time wasted. The dead will be picked np as fast as possible and dragged or carried to the trenches. No one will ask tbeir names, no one search, their pockets. Side by side, like sticks of wood, heads all one way, and then a covering of dirt is begrudgingly given. Years later the trenches bidden by brier and bush will be opened, and the bones lifted out to be carried to the spot where a single monument must serve to cherish the memory of thousands.

CHAPTER XVHL

The name "Best Haven" bad been given to the bouse in the mountains to which the Percys retreated from Winchester. The first idea was to make use of it for only a few weeks—until the

war was over. Nobody in the south after the Confederate victory at Ball Run doubted that peace would be long coming. They were hardly settled when Jackson recaptured Winchester. They had scarcely beard this news when the town was reoccupied by a Federal force. In the last battle for possession the Percy mansion and all outbuildings were burned to the ground. Others shared tbe same fate. Indeed tbe flames of war wiped out a third of the town before war was hardly more than a holiday.

For a few days after learning of this disaster the Percys talked of leaving the valley for some point farther sovrth, bat just as they had made up their minds to go Mrs. Percy fell seriously ill, and that occurrence checkmated all plant for leaving Rest Haven.

The servants who had fled from the house at Winchester did not return, but with hundreds of other colored peopie made their way to Harper's Ferry and thence to Washington. Uncle Ben was tbe only one left, and but for the presence of Mrs. Baxter the ladies would have been in sore straits. The slaves, male and female, were escaping from the villages and plantations in droves, and the two or three women whom Uncle Ben induced to enter into service at the Haven disappeared with the first dark night.

While Marian Percy felt distrust of Mrs. Baxter, the woman was so respectful in demeanor and rendered herself in all ways so nseful that the feeling rather diminished than increased. Uncle Ben, on the contrary, grew to hate her worse and worse as time passed on. He could not conceal his dislike of her, though he restrained bis tongue from denunciation. He realized that under the circumstances it was not only policy but duty to do so. One day be found opportunity to say to Marian: "Miss Sunshine, doyo' 'member what I dan told yo' befo' we left Winchester 'boat dat Missns Baxter?" "Yes," she replied, "but I think you were mistaken. She is a little queer about some things, but on tbe whole a verv prnod woman doti't kr»o«* hnw we couid nave 'got along without her.

Mebbe I was mistooken," said Uncle Ben as he thoughtfully scratched his head, "butdar'sabeapo' things I can't jest make out. Who yo' reckon dun bin" writin letters to her?" "Her husband probably." "Den why don'tdem letters cum wid yo' mail when I dun bring it up? I'ze seen a strange man ridin by on a mewl who brought letters to her three or fo' times. I'ze seen her writin letters two or three times, but she nebber did send 'em to town by me. What all dat mean, Miss Sunshine?" "Oh, it's just her queer way, Uncle Ben, and there is nothing to worry about," replied Marian, though his statements filled her with surprise. "Quare ways, eh? Waal, I'zegwine to keep boaf my eyes open all de time. Suntbin gwine to cum from all dis, Miss Sunshine. Sunthin bound to come. White folks doan' act dat way onless dey means miachj'ef. I .hain't gwine to say nbffin tofobotiy, but I'ze gwine to be pfwparW^r trouble!"

Wbea Mrs. Percy fell ill, Ben succeeded in securing for awhile the servr ices of an old colored woman who seemingly had no longing for liberty, and such assistance as the neighbors cot Id extend was freely given. The doctor who had been called lived ssven miles away, and the old man bad frequently to ride back and forth over a highway on which very few farmers had located. On one of these excursions, and when within a mile of home on has return trip, he caught sight of a man and woman as they moved out of the road and disappeared in a thicket. He was close enough to be satisfied that the woman was Mrs. Baxter, and that the man was a Confederate officer, and their aBXiety to avoid him aroused all his suspicions. He intended to communicate with Miss Marian at once, but circumstances prevented, and next day the household was surprised by a call from Captain Wyle and bis cavalry company. He stated" that he was on detached daty in that net uhbor hood.

While tbe captain had been given to understand that his suit was hopeless,, and while Marian fully realized that he had done and was still doing all in his power to degrade and disgrace the man she had accepted, she nevertheless felt that it was policy to receive him courteously and shun anything that might lead to arousing a new feeling of enmity against Kenton. On his partj the captain was careful to say nothing^ that might wound or offend, and bis hoar's visit was-therefore a very agreeable one. He extended his sympathies, offered to do anything in his power tij relieve their anxieties and rode away^ with a smile of satisfaction on his face. He argued that Marian was wavering in her faith in Kenton, and that tim^ and circumstance would bring about the change he desired.

Man's most frequent boast is that fie can read and understand woman, and yet it is in that he is oftenest deceived Few women can read and understand themselves.

During the captain's visit Marian had been forced to notice the demeanor cf Mrs. Baxter. She seemed transformed into a new being—smiling, laughing and appearing to be foil of joy over something. When the visitor had departed, she was fulsome in his praise, and for the first time since coming to' the Percys' she betrayed her real state of feeling. She was an ally of the captain's. Why? After puzzling for a time Marian asked: "Did Captain Wyle bring you new^ of your husband?" "Yes'm. Ike has got back to Winchester, along with the others. The Yankees got afeared that Ike would break loose and do awful damage, and so they let him go."

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He was wounded, wasn't he?" YesVn, and he on won't be fitten to go back to the army fur some weeks j4L When be un does, he'll her a critter and a sword and ride around with Captain Wyle/' "Perhaps they'll make him an offioer for bis hrwwv."

"He nn deserves it, fur suan—oi co'se him does!" replied Mrs. Baxter, with jt good deal of vigor. if it wasn't'far tbatonery Yankee" "Do you mean Mr. Kenton?" asked Marian as the woman caught herself. "I—I dun forget!" she stammered. "Thar's bin so much fussin 'bout war si®

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His hour's insi was therefore very agreeable one. that I'm talkin 'bout Yankees half tbe time. Yes, I hope they'll make Ike an ossifer right away."

She excused herself and was hastening away when Marian detained her to ask: 'Mrs. Baxter, has there ever been any trouble between your husband and Mr. Kenton?" "I—I jest can't declar'!" "But you feel bitter toward Mr. Kenton. Will you tell me why?" "Why, he un stands in Ike's way, and I orter feel hardwise, hadn't I?" "I can't understand how he stands in Ike's way." "Nor I either, but that's what Ike says, and that's what Captain Wyle says, and him jest orter be driv' over into the Yankee army whar he belongs! He un's a spy, Miss Percy, a regular Yankee spy, and him's mean a° pizen. and somebody orter shoot him, and Captain Wyle says"

But she checked heiself again. Her feelings had been aroused, and she had said far more than she intended. She was half laughing, half crying as she begged Marian's pardon and withdrew. Now Marian knew why Mrs. Baxter had come to her. She had a suspicion as to the flight of her servants. The queer actions spoken of by Uncle Ben were now explained.

It looked as if Captain Wyle and Mrs. Jtaxter were conspiring together, and tbe object was very plain. For reasons of his own the captain had aroused Mrs. Baxter's enmity toward Kenton and made Ike an enemy to be feared. There was a complication which puzzled Marian, and as the days went by she was no wiser. If Uncle Ben made any new discoveries, he kept them to himself, and the mother was too ill to be worried over anything that could be kept from her.

Three days after Captain Wyle's visit there were a clatter of hoof^and a jangle of sabers, and the rotfa was alive •with Federal cavalry for miles. It was a portion of Custer's brigade making a reconnoissance in force, and Custer himself rode at the head. While the command halted at a creek below the house to water their horses and eat a noonday meal from their haversacks the general and bis staff halted at the door in search of refreshment. They were politely and even kindly received by Marian, who insisted upon supplying them with whatever tbe bouse afforded. Captain Wyle had boastfully announced that there was not a Yankee in uniform within GO miles of Rest Haven. Here was proof that they even held the territory round about her. When General Custer understood that she was a refugee from Winchester, he informed her that the Federals then held nearly all the Shenandoah and Luray valleys, and there was every prospect of their permanent occupation. He kindly offered, her all possible assistance if she desired to pass through tbe lines in any direction, but it was plain that the mother was then too ill to undertake even the shortest journey. He begged her to accept some commissary stores—coffee, sugar and meat—and realizing tbe spirit which had prompted him she did not refuse. Tbe first two articles had not only become luxuries in the war ridden valley, but were not to be had even in exchange for gold.

That was Marian's first sight of Caster, but it was not to be her last.

CHAPTER XIX.

As the Federals poured into the Shenandoah valley and regained lost ground the quartermaster and commissary stores left by Jackson ander the guard of a few score men at Harrisonburg were made ready to be forwarded to Richmond. While Royal Kenton fully realized that his being left behind was bat another move in the conspiracy to destroy him, he allowed no one to understand the real state of bis feelings. There was work to do, and plenty of it, and he took bold so willingly that only a few days had passed before he was commended for bis zeal by the major in command of the post.

Unexpected difficulties arose about securing transportation, and though reports of a Federal advance were daily received the major bung on Jn hopes of saving the stores. One morning at sunrise his pickets were driven in by troopers in bine, and 10 minutes later he received a summons from General Coster to surrender. He bad only about 200 men all told, while it was plain to be seen that he was fairly surrounded by the force opposed. He asked for 15 minutes to consider and at the end of that time returned a refusal. His little force almost to a man had agre&i to fight to tbe last. Three or four earthworks had been thrown np to protect the supply depot, but tbey were without artillery. The force was divided so as to man tbem all, and Royal Kenton and §teve Brayton found themselves and abont 20 other men in a work without even a noncommissioned officer

among them. As they were already under fire, Kenton was by common consent given command. "We ans is gone np this time fur snah," observed Steve as Custer posted his brigade and then opeueu fire with a battery, "but! reckoii we l.iight sorter

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Custci' posted his brigade and- then opened fire with a battery. hang on fur awhile and let 'em see we hain't skeert. Yesterday I figgered that one Confederate could lick about seven Yankees in any sort o* scrimmage, but dod rot my buttons if things don't look different today!"

The earthwork sheltered them from the shot and shell of the artillery, and Kenton ordered the little band to be ready for the dash he knew would sooner or later be made. The Federals could be seen dismounting just outside of musket range,and as a force of about 500 were moving out to charge the fort held by the major he raised a white flag in token of surrender. The other two refused to be bound by his action, but one of them was charged with cheers and hurrahs and captured after firing a single volley. "Waal, Yank, what's the word now?" asked one of Kenton's men as all realized the st:: of affairs. 'Fight!" was the brief reply. '1 alius knowed he un was game.

Three cheers for Kenton!" shouted Steve Brayton. They were given with a will, but before the echoes had died away Custer's

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