Early in May the Union army, baffled, depleted, and discouraged, was again in its old quarters where it had spent the winter. Apparently the great forward movement had been a failure, but it was the cause of a loss to the Confederate cause from which it never recovered,--that of "Stonewall" Jackson. So transcendent were this man"s boldness and ability in leading men that his death was almost equivalent to the annihilation of a rebel army. He was a typical character, the embodiment of the genius, the dash, the earnest, pure, but mistaken patriotism of the South. No man at the North more surely believed he was right than General Jackson, no man more reverently asked G.o.d"s blessing on efforts heroic in the highest degree. He represented the sincere but misguided spirit which made every sacrifice possible to a brave people, and his cla.s.s should ever be distinguished from the early conspirators who were actuated chiefly by ambition and selfishness.
His death also was typical, for he was wounded by a volley fired, through misapprehension, by his own men. The time will come when North and South will honor the memory of Thomas J. Jackson, while, at the same time, recognizing that his stout heart, active brain, and fiery zeal were among the chief obstructions to the united and sublime destiny of America. The man"s errors were due to causes over which he had little control; his n.o.ble character was due to himself and his faith in G.o.d.
Many days pa.s.sed before Marian heard from Lane, and she then learned that the raid in which he had partic.i.p.ated had brought him within two miles of Richmond, and that he had pa.s.sed safely through great dangers and hardships, but that the worst which he could say of himself was that he was "p.r.o.ne to go to sleep, even while writing to her."
The tidings from her other friends were equally rea.s.suring. Their regiment had lost heavily, and Blauvelt had been made a captain almost in spite of himself, while Strahan was acting as lieutenant-colonel, since the officer holding that rank had been wounded. There was a dash of sadness and tragedy in the journal which the two young men forwarded to her after they had been a few days in their old camp at Falmouth, but Strahan"s indomitable humor triumphed, and their crude record ended in a droll sketch of a plucked c.o.c.k trying to crow. She wrote letters so full of sympathy and admiration of their spirit that three soldiers of the army of the Potomac soon recovered their morale.
The month of May was pa.s.sing in mocking beauty to those whose hopes and happiness were bound up in the success of the Union armies. Not only had deadly war depleted Hooker"s grand army, but the expiration of enlistments would take away nearly thirty thousand more. Mr.
Vosburgh was aware of this, and he also found the disloyal elements by which he was surrounded pa.s.sing into every form of hostile activity possible within the bounds of safety. Men were beginning to talk of peace, at any cost, openly, and he knew that the Southern leaders were hoping for the beginning at any time of a counter-revolution at the North. The city was full of threatening rumors, intrigues, and smouldering rebellion.
Marian saw her father overwhelmed with labors and anxieties, and letters from her friends reflected the bitterness then felt by the army because the North appeared so half-hearted.
"Mr. Merwyn, meanwhile," she thought, "is interesting himself in landscape-gardening. If he has one spark of manhood or courage he will show it now."
The object of this reproach was living almost the life of a hermit at his country place, finding no better resource, in his desperate unrest and trouble, than long mountain rambles, which brought physical exhaustion and sleep.
He had not misunderstood Marian"s final words and manner. Delicately, yet clearly, she had indicated the steps he must take to vindicate his character and win her friendship. He felt that he had become pale, that he had trembled in her presence. What but cowardice could explain his manner and account for his inability to confirm the good impression he had made by following the example of her other friends? From both his parents he had inherited a nature sensitive to the last degree to any imputation of this kind. To receive it from the girl he loved was a hundred-fold more bitter than death, yet he was bound by fetters which, though unseen by all, were eating into his very soul. The proud Mrs. Merwyn was a slave-holder herself, and the daughter of a long line of slave-owners; but never had a bondsman been so chained and crushed as was her son. For weeks he felt that he could not mingle with other men, much less meet the girl to whom manly courage was the corner-stone of character.
One evening in the latter part of May, as Mr. Vosburgh and his family were sitting down to dinner, Barney Ghegan, the policeman, appeared at their door with a decent-looking, elderly colored woman and her lame son. They were refugees, or "contrabands," as they were then called, from the South, and they bore a letter from Captain Lane.
It was a sc.r.a.p of paper with the following lines pencilled upon it:--
"MR. VOSBURGH, No. -- -- ST.: I have only time for a line. Mammy Borden will tell you her story and that of her son. Their action and other circ.u.mstances have enlisted my interest. Provide them employment, if convenient. At any rate, please see that they want nothing, and draw on me. Sincere regard to you all.--In haste,
"LANE, Captain.-- --U.S. Cav."
CHAPTER XXVII.
"DE HEAD LINk.u.m MAN WAS CAP"N LANE."
It can be well understood that the two dusky strangers, recommended by words from Lane, were at once invested with peculiar interest to Marian. Many months had elapsed since she had seen him, but all that he had written tended to kindle her imagination. This had been the more true because he was so modest in his accounts of the service in which he had partic.i.p.ated. She had learned what cavalry campaigning meant, and read more meaning between the lines than the lines themselves conveyed. He was becoming her ideal knight, on whom no shadow rested. From first to last his course had been as open as the day, nor had he, in any respect, failed to reach the highest standard developed by those days of heroic action.
If this were true when "Mammy Borden" and her son appeared, the reader can easily believe that, when they completed their story, Captain Lane was her Bayard sans peur et sans reproche.
Barney explained that they had met him in the street and asked for Mr. Vosburgh"s residence; as it was nearly time for him to be relieved of duty he told them that in a few moments he could guide them to their destination. Marian"s thanks rewarded him abundantly, and Mrs. Vosburgh told him that if he would go to the kitchen he should have a cup of coffee and something nice to take home to his wife. They both remained proteges of the Vosburghs, and received frequent tokens of good-will and friendly regard. While these were in the main disinterested, Mr. Vosburgh felt that in the possibilities of the future it might be to his advantage to have some men in the police force wholly devoted to his interests.
The two colored refugees were evidently hungry and weary, and, eager as Marian was to learn more of her friend when informed that he had been wounded, she tried to content herself with the fact that he was doing well, until the mother and son had rested a little and had been refreshed by an abundant meal. Then they were summoned to the sitting-room, for Mr. and Mrs. Vosburgh shared in Marian"s deep solicitude and interest.
It was evident that their humble guests, who took seats deferentially near the door, had been house-servants and not coa.r.s.e plantation slaves, and in answer to Mr. Vosburgh"s questions they spoke in a better vernacular than many of their station could employ.
"Yes, ma.s.s"r," the woman began, "we seed Ma.s.s"r Lane,--may de Lord bress "im,--and he was a doin" well when we lef. He"s a true Link.u.m man, an" if all was like him de wah would soon be ended an" de cullud people free. What"s mo", de white people of de Souf wouldn"t be so bitter as dey now is."
"Tell us your story, mammy," said Marian, impatiently; "tell us everything you know about Captain Lane."
A ray of intelligence lighted up the woman"s sombre eyes, for she believed she understood Marian"s interest, and at once determined that Lane"s action should lose no embellishment which she could honestly give.
"Well, missy, it was dis away," she said. "My ma.s.s"r and his sons was away in de wah. He own a big plantation an" a great many slabes.
My son, Zeb dar, an" I was kep" in de house. I waited on de missus an" de young ladies, an" Zeb was kep" in de house too, "kase he was lame and "kase dey could trus" him wid eberyting an" dey knew it.
"Well, up to de time Cap"n Lane come we hadn"t seen any ob de Link.u.m men, but we"d heared ob de prockermation an" know"d we was free, far as Ma.s.s"r Link.u.m could do it, an" Zeb was jus" crazy to git away so he could say, "I"se my own ma.s.s"r." I didn"t feel dat away, "kase I was brought up wid my missus, an" de young ladies was a"most like my own chillen, an" we didn"t try to get away like some ob de plantation han"s do.
"Well, one ebenin", short time ago, a big lot ob our sogers come marchin" to our house--dey was hoss sogers--an" de missus an" de young ladies knew some of de ossifers, an" dey flew aroun" an" got up a big supper fo" dem. We all turned in, an" dar was hurry-skurry all ober de big house, fo" de ossifers sed dey would stay all night if de sogers ob you-uns would let dem. Dey said de Link.u.m sogers was comin" dat away, but dey wouldn"t be "long afore de mawnin", an" dey was a-gwine to whip dem. All was light talk an" larfin" an"
jingle ob sabres. De house was nebber so waked up afo". De young ladies was high-strung an" beliebed dat one ob our sogers could whip ten Link.u.m men. In de big yard betwixt de house an" de stables de men was feedin" dere hosses, an" we had a great pot ob coffee bilin"
fo" dem, too, an" oder tings, fo" de missus sed dere sogers mus"
hab eberyting she had.
"Well, bimeby, as I was helpin" put de tings on de table, I heared shots way off at de foot ob de lawn. Frontin" de house dar was a lawn mos" half a mile long, dat slope down to de road, and de Link.u.m sogers was "spected to come dat away, an" dere was a lookout for dem down dar. As soon as de ossifers heared de shots dey rush out an" shout to dere men, an" dey saddle up in a hurry an" gallop out in de lawn in front of de house an" form ranks."
"How many were there?" Marian asked, her cheeks already burning with excitement.
"Law, missy, I doesn"t know. Dere was a right smart lot--hundreds I should tink."
"Dere was not quite two hundred, missy," said Zeb; "I counted dem;"
and then he looked towards his mother, who continued.
"De young ladies an" de missus went out on de verandy dat look down de lawn, and Missy Roberta, de oldest one, said, "Now, maumy, you can see the difference between our sogers an" de Link.u.m men, as you call dem." Missy Roberta had great black eyes an" was allus a-grievin" dat she wasn"t a man so she could be a soger, but Missy S"wanee had blue eyes like her moder, an" was as full ob frolic as a kitten. She used ter say, "I doesn"t want ter be a man, fer I kin make ten men fight fer me." So she could, sho" "nuff, fer all de young men in our parts would fight de debil hisself for de sake ob Missy S"wanee."
"Go on, go on," cried Marian; "the Northern soldiers were coming--"
"Deed, an" dey was, missy,--comin" right up de lawn "fore our eyes, an" dribin" in a few ob our sogers dat was a-watchin" fer dem by de road; dey come right "long too. I could see dere sabres flashin"
in de sunset long way off. One ossifer set dere men in ranks, and den de oder head ossifer come ridin" up to de verandy, an" Missy Roberta gave de ribbin from her ha"r to de one dey call cunnel, an" de oder ossifer ask Missy S"wanee fer a ribbin, too. She larf an" say, "Win it, an" you shall hab it." Den off dey gallop, Missy Roberta cryin" arter dem, "Don"t fight too fa" away; I want to see de Link.u.m hirelin"s run." Den de words rung out, "For"ard, march, trot," an" down de lawn dey went. De Link.u.m men was now in plain sight. Zeb, you tell how dey look an" what dey did. I was so afeard fer my missus and de young ladies, I was "mos" out ob my mind."
"Well, ma.s.s"r and ladies," said Zeb, rising and making a respectful bow, "I was at an upper window an" could see eberyting. De Link.u.m men was trottin" too, an" comin" in two ranks, one little way "hind de toder. Right smart way afore dese two ranks was a line of calvary-men a few feet apart from each oder, an" dis line reach across de hull lawn to de woods on de oder side. I soon seed dat dere was Link.u.m sogers in de woods, too. Dey seemed sort ob outside sogers all aroun" de two ranks in de middle. Dey all come on fas", not a bit afeard, an" de thin line in front was firin" at our sogers dat had been a-watchin" down by de road, an" our sogers was a-firin" back.
"Bimeby, soon, bofe sides come nigh each oder, den de thin line ob Link.u.m men swept away to de lef at a gallop, an" our sogers an"
de fust rank ob Link.u.m men run dere hosses at each oder wid loud yells. "Clar to you, my heart jus" stood still. Neber heard such horrid noises, but I neber took my eyes away, for I beliebed I saw my freedom comin". Fer a while I couldn"t tell how it was gwine; dere was nothin" but clash ob sabres, an" bofe sides was all mixed up, fightin" hand ter hand.
"I was wonderin" why de second rank of Link.u.m men didn"t do nothin", for dey was standin" still wid a man on a hoss, out in front ob dem. Suddenly I heard a bugle soun", an" de Link.u.m men dat was fightin" gave way to right an" lef, an" de man on de hoss wave his sword an" start for"ard at a gallop wid all his men arter him. Den our sogers "gan to give back, fightin" as dey came. Dey was brave, dey was stubborn as mules, but back dey had to come. De head Link.u.m ossifer was leadin" all de time. I neber seed such a man, eberyting an" eberybody guv way afo" him. De oder Link.u.m sogers dat I thought was whipped wasn"t whipped at all, fer dey come crowdin" aroun"
arter de head ossifer, jes" as peart as eber.
"Front ob de house our ossifers an" sogers made a big stan", fer de missus an" de young ladies stood right dar on de verandy, wabin"
dere hankerchiefs an" cryin" to dem to dribe de Yankee back. I knowed my moder was on de verandy, an" I run to her, an" sho" "nuff, dar she was stan"in" right in front of Missy S"wanee an" "treating de missus an" de young ladies ter go in, fer de bullets was now flyin"
tick. But dey wouldn"t go in, an" Missy Roberta was wringin" her han"s, an" cryin", "Oh, dat I was a man!" De cunnel, de oder ossifer, an" a lot ob our sogers wouldn"t give back an inch. Dar dey was, fightin" right afore our eyes. De rest ob dere sogers was givin"
way eb"rywhar. De Link.u.m sogers soon made a big rush togedder. De cunnel"s hoss went down. In a minute dey was surrounded; some was killed, some wounded, an" de rest all taken, "cept de young ossifer dat Missy S"wanee tole to win her colors. He was on a po"ful big hoss, an" he jes" break right through eb"ryting, an" was off wid de rest. De Link.u.m sogers followed on, firin" at "em.
"De missus fainted dead away, an" my moder held her in her arms.
De head Link.u.m ossifer now rode up to de verandy an" took off his hat, an" he say: "Ladies, I admire your co"age, but you should not "spose yourselves so needlessly. Should de vict"ry still remain wid our side, I promise you "tection an "munity from "noyance!"
"Den he bow an" gallop arter his men dat was chasin" our sogers, leabin" anoder ossifer in charge ob de pris"ners. De head Link.u.m man was Cap"n Lane."