"Bully for you," said the boy; "step right this way, Sanitary. One moment--"
He planted himself before a bawling negro hack driver and began to apply injurious observations to him, followed by terrible threats if he didn"t take these "Sanitary Ladies" to the headquarters of the Commission.
"I"m going up that way, too," he ended, "and I"m going to sit on the box with you, and I"ll punch your nose off if you charge my Sanitary Ladies more than fifty cents!"
And escorted in this amazing manner, cinder-smeared, hot, rumpled, and very tired, Ailsa Paige and Letty Lynden entered the unspeakably dirty streets of the Capital of their country and turned into the magnificent squalor of Pennsylvania Avenue which lay, flanked by ign.o.ble architecture, straight and wide and hazy under its drifting golden dust from the great unfinished dome of the Capitol to the Corinthian colonnade of the Treasury. Their negro drove slowly; their self-const.i.tuted escort, legs crossed, cap over one impish eye, lolled on the box, enjoying the drive.
Past them sped a company of cavalry in blue and yellow, bouncing considerably in their saddles, red faces very dusty under their tightly strapped caps, sabres and canteens jangling like an unexpected avalanche of tin-ware in a demoralised pantry.
"Go it, young "uns!" cried their soldier escort from the box, waving his hand patronisingly. He also saluted an officer in spectacles as "Bully boy with a gla.s.s eye," and later informed another officer in a broad yellow sash that he was "the cheese." All of which painfully mortified the two young nurses of Sainte Ursula, especially when pa.s.sing the fashionably-dressed throng gathered in front of the Willard and promenading Lafayette Square.
"Oh, dear," said Ailsa, "I suppose he"s only a boy, but I didn"t know soldiers were permitted to be so impudent. What on earth do all these people think of us?"
Letty, who had been mischievously amused and inclined to enjoy it, looked very grave as the boy, after a particularly outrageous jibe at a highly respectable old gentleman, turned and deliberately winked at his "Sanitary Ladies."
"That"s old hoss Cameron," he said. "I made such a mug at the old terrapin that he"ll never be able to recognise my face."
"The-the Secretary of War!" gasped Ailsa.
"You very wicked little boy, don"t you dare to make another face at anybody!-or I"ll-I"ll report your conduct to-to the Sanitary Commission!"
"Oh, come!" he said blankly, "don"t do that, lady! They"ll raise h.e.l.l with me, if you do. I want to get hunky with the Sanitary boss."
"Then behave yourself!" said Ailsa, furious; "and don"t you dare to swear again. Do you hear?"
"Yes, ma"am-I will-I won"t, I mean. And if I see that old mudsill, Simon Cameron, I"ll take off my cap to him, b"gosh!"
It was an anxious and subdued soldier who showed them the door of the Commission"s office, and stood at attention, saluting carefully as the ladies pa.s.sed him.
"You won"t peach, will you?" he whispered loudly, as Ailsa stopped to pay the driver.
"No, I won"t-this time," she said, smiling, "if you promise to be a very good soldier hereafter."
He promised fervidly. He happened to be on duty at headquarters, and the fear of the Commission had been driven into him deep. So she and Letty entered the door with a stream of people who evidently had business with the officials of the American Sanitary Commission; and a very amiable young man received them in their turn, took their papers, examined their credentials, nodded smilingly, and directed them to a small boarding-house on F Street, where, he explained, they had better remain until further orders.
There had been some desultory fighting in Virginia, he said, also there were a great many sick soldiers in the army.
Perhaps, added the young man, they would be sent to one of the city hospitals, but the chances were that they would be ordered directly to a field hospital. In that case their transportation would be by army waggon or ambulance, or the Commission might send one of its own mule-drawn conveyances. At any rate, they had better rest and not worry, because as long as the Commission had sent for them, the Commission certainly needed them, and would see that they arrived safely at their destination.
Which turned out to be a perfectly true prophecy; for after a refreshing bath in their boarding-house quarters, and a grateful change of linen, and an early supper, a big, bony cavalryman came clanking to their door, saying that a supply train was leaving for the South, and that an ambulance of the Sanitary Commission was waiting for them in front of the house.
The night was fearfully hot; scarcely a breath of dir stirred as their ambulance creaked put toward the river.
The Long Bridge, flanked by its gate houses, loomed up in the dusk; and:
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Friends with the countersign."
"Dismount one and advance with the countersign!"
And the Sergeant of cavalry dismounted and moved forward; there was a low murmur; then: "Pa.s.s on, Sanitary!"
A few large and very yellow stars looked down from the blackness above; under the wheels the rotten planking and worn girders of the Long Bridge groaned and complained and sagged.
Ailsa, looking out from under the skeleton hood, behind her, saw other waggons following, loaded heavily with hospital supplies and baggage, escorted by the cavalrymen, who rode as though exhausted, yellow trimmed sh.e.l.l jackets unb.u.t.toned exposing sweat-soaked undershirts, caps pushed back on their perspiring heads.
Letty, lying on a mattress, had fallen asleep. Ailsa, scarcely able to breathe in the heavy heat, leaned panting against the framework, watching the darkness.
It seemed to be a little cooler on the Virginia side after they had pa.s.sed the General Hospital, and had gone forward through the deserted city of Alexandria. About a mile beyond a slight freshness, scarcely a breeze, stirred Ailsa"s hair. The driver said to her, pointing at a shadowy bulk with his whip-stock:
"That"s the Marshall House, where Colonel Ellsworth was killed.
G.o.d help their "Tigers" if the Fire Zouaves ever git at "em."
She looked at the unlighted building in silence. Farther on the white tents of a Pennsylvania regiment loomed gray under the stars; beyond them the sentinels were zouaves of an Indiana regiment, wearing scarlet fezzes.
Along the road, which for a while paralleled the Orange and Alexandria Railroad, cavalry vedettes sat their horses, carbine on thigh. No trains pa.s.sed the embankment; once she saw, on a weed-grown siding, half a dozen locomotives apparently intact; but no fire burned in their furnaces, no smoke curled from their huge drumhead stacks; and on the bell frame of one an owl was sitting.
And now, between a double line of ditches, where a battalion of engineers lay asleep in their blankets, the road entered the pine woods.
Ailsa slept fitfully, but the far challenge and the halting of the waggon usually awoke her in darkness feebly lit by the rays of a candle-set lantern, swung up inquiringly by the corporal of some guard. And, "Pa.s.s forward, Sanitary!" was the invariable formula; and the ambulance rolled on again between a double abattis of fallen trees, flanked on either horizon by tall, quiet pines.
Once she heard singing; a small company of cavalry-men straggled by, and, seeing their long lances and their Belgian forage caps, she leaned out and asked what regiment it might be. Somebody answered: "Escort Squad of Rankin"s Lancers, 1st United States. Our regiment is in Detroit, Miss, and thank G.o.d we"re going back there."
And they rode on toward Washington, singing their monotonous "Do They Miss Me at Home" song, till she lost them against the darkness of the distant woods, and dropped back to her bed of shawls and blankets once more.
After midnight she slept, and it was only the noise the driver made pulling the canvas cover of the frame above her that awakened her, and she sat up, half frozen, in a fine fog that became a drizzle soon after the cover was up.
"The sunny South," observed the driver in disgust. "Yesterday the thermometer stood at 105 in Washington, and now look at this here weather, lady."
Day broke, bitter cold; it was raining heavily; but soon after sunrise the rain slackened, the fog grew thinner, and the air warmer. Slowly the sun appeared, at first only a dazzling blot through the smother, then bra.s.sy, glittering, flooding the chilled earth with radiance.
Through steaming fields, over thickets, above woods, the vapours were rising, disclosing a shining and wet world, sweet and fresh in its early autumn beauty.
The road to Fairfax Court House was deep in red mud, set with runnels and pools of gold reflecting corners of blue sky. Through it slopped mules and horses and wheels, sending splashes of spray and red mud over the roadside bushes. A few birds sang; overhead sailed and circled hundreds of buzzards, the sun gilding their upcurled wing tips as they sheered the tree-tops.
And now, everywhere over the landscape soldiers were visible, squads clothed only in trousers and shirts, marching among the oaks and magnolias with pick and shovel; squads carrying saws and axes and chains. A little farther on a wet, laurel-bordered road into the woods was being corduroyed; here they were bridging the lazy and discoloured waters of a creek, there erecting log huts. Hammer strokes rang from half-cleared hillsides, where some regiment, newly encamped, was busily flooring its tents; the blows of axes sounded from the oak woods; and Ailsa could see great trees bending, slowly slanting, then falling with a rippling crash of smashed branches.
The noises in the forest awoke Letty. Whimpering sleepily, but warm under the shawls which Ailsa had piled around her, she sat up rubbing her dark eyes; then, with a little quick-drawn breath of content, took Ailsa"s hand.
The driver said: "It"s them gallus lumbermen from some o" the Maine regiments clearing the ground. They"re some with the axe. Yonder"s the new fort the Forty Thieves is building."
"The-what?" asked Ailsa, perplexed.
"Fortieth New York Infantry, ma"am. The army calls "em the Forty Thieves, they"re that bright at foraging, flag or no flag! Chickens, pigs, sheep-G.o.d knows they"re a light-fingered lot; but their colonel is one of the best officers in the land. Why shouldn"t they be a good fat regiment, with their haversacks full o" the best, when half the army feeds on tack and sow-belly, and the other half can"t git that!"
The driver, evidently nearing his destination, became confidentially loquacious.
"Yonder"s Fort Elsworth, ladies! It"s hid by the forest, but it"s there, you bet! If you ladies could climb up one o" them big pines, you"d see the line of forts and trenches in a half-moon from the Chain Bridge at Georgetown to Alexandria, and you"d see the seminary in its pretty park, and, belike, Gineral McClellan in the chapel cupola, a-spying through his spy-gla.s.s what deviltry them rebel batteries is hatching on the hill over yonder."