"So are you," came like a shot. "In times like this _all_ men who are or who have been trusted by their fellow men, are now, in a sense, leaders--are in a public position. Their influence is for or against this Union. There is no neutral ground. I"ve already been driven a good deal farther than I ever expected to have to go, and it looks as if I"d have to jump several more fences yet; but you"ll see me jump"em when the time comes, or I"ll break my neck trying it!" He wheeled back to the table. "Here, why not let me put you down as a chaplain? Carry you on the rolls that way? It----"
"No, Mr. Lincoln, that won"t do. I won"t agree to that. If I go it is not as chaplain. We know that, and there must be no pretense. I will not use my ministerial standing as a cloak. I--"
"You are right, too. I wouldn"t, myself. Then you won"t be with any one division long at a time. You"ll have to transfer as the need comes. Let me see--m-m-m----"
"If I do this thing I will do it outright. I"ll ask one thing of you--I don"t want it known; for, of course, none of my friends can understand the way you look at it and the way you have made me see it. But when I go, I"ll want a good horse, and I"ll ride in the lead. I"ll not stay back as a chaplain, nor sutler, nor as anything but as what I shall be, G.o.d help me! a guide!"
"Well, suppose we just call you that--Government Guide. But since it is to be such extraordinary service--so vital to our cause--we"ll make your pay extraordinary, too. How does a colonel"s pay strike you?"
Griffith was on his feet in a flash. He stood looking straight at the President, who had not turned as he asked the question. The hands of the preacher were grasping the back of his chair.
"On the pay-roll," began Mr. Lincoln, "you will appear as----"
"Pay-roll! Pay-roll!" burst from Griffith, and the President turned.
The expression of the preacher"s face was a complete surprise, but the astute man understood it instantly. Griffith was moving toward the door.
"Mr. Lincoln, you do not understand me. You have mistaken your man!
You--I----"
The President had followed him hastily and his own hand reached the door first.
"Stop!" he said kindly. "It is _you_ who do not understand _me_. I--"
"I understood you twice to say--to offer to _pay_ me to lead a hostile army--to take troops into--to the homes of--"
"No, no, don"t look at it that way. It is right you should have some--some--rank-- and--" He was going to utter again the word pay, but did not. Suddenly he thought of a way out of the dilemma.
"You see, it is like this. You"ve got to have grub--rations. Now, we can"t issue rations to men who don"t exist--ain"t doing some sort of service, don"t y" see? Then suppose you should be captured. I don"t want to suppose anything of the kind, and of course we"ve got to take every possible precaution against such a disaster--but suppose you were captured, unless you are recognized as--unless you have some status--we can"t require the rebels to treat you as a prisoner of war and exchange you for some officer. We"ve got to arrange so you will be treated as a regular, and an important prisoner of war-- don"t you see?" The dangerous shoals were being skilfully crossed. The sagacious lawyer and reader of men was retrieving his blunder. He pa.s.sed his hand through Griffith"s arm, and turned him from the door. "_That_ was what I meant!
We"ll have to carry you, somehow, on the rolls--for rations and things.
You"ll mess with the General, of course, and we"ll see that you have the very best horse in the army--you see, I know the circuit rider"s weakness. The fact is----" He was leading Griffith back to the table where the great disfigured map lay--where he deftly slipped the paper containing the half-written instructions, upon which the subject of pay had been begun, under its edge, took another sheet in its stead, and began anew with the rank and the pay left out.
CHAPTER XVI.
_"Into the valley of death."_--Tennyson.
It was arranged that the command with which Griffith moved should, so far as was possible, avoid collision with the enemy; move silently, swiftly or slowly as occasion demanded, but at all times do everything possible to give to the topographical engineers a clear, distinct and minute knowledge of the country, so that in future intelligent action could be sustained.
It was thought wise to take as few troops as safety would permit, and, wherever knowledge of the proximity of the Southern forces was obtained in time, take some other road or retire temporarily to the seclusion of the mountains. All fighting was, if possible, to be avoided. This was the plan of operations. At times they were far inside the enemy"s lines, but at distant points from the opposing force.
At other times they were again camped for a night with some advance division of the federal troops farther northward. To those to whom their object was unknown, their movements would have seemed unaccountable, indeed.
In road or pa.s.s or village, many a familiar face did Griffith see, and his relief was intense, if no look of recognition came into it.
His fatigue coat, from which the bra.s.s b.u.t.tons had been taken, and broad-brimmed, cord-decorated military hat, served as something of a disguise with those who had never seen him in other than clerical garb.
Often a sharp pain shot through his heart as he rode through some one of his old circuits, and a one time friendly face looked up at him, at first with simply the curiosity and dislike bestowed upon the staff officers of a hostile force, and then with a sudden flash of recognition, there would come, also, a look of bitter personal resentment, not meant for the staff, but for that son of the South, who, as they felt, was betraying his friends. What his position or rank was they did not know. His uniform was that of a civilian, excepting only the hat; but that he was in and with and of the invading army was enough. The information spread like wildfire.
"Griffith Davenport is with a brigade of Yankees! He knows every inch of this country!" What this meant to both sides, was quickly understood.
Bitterness increased. That he should be shot at the first opportunity was universally conceded. Griffith saw and felt it keenly. It made his heart too heavy for words. At first he spoke to the General: "I knew that man, General. He recognized me. Did you see how he turned suddenly to look again? Did you see----?"
"Yes, I noticed, and I saw the look of hate, d.a.m.n him; but you needn"t be afraid. The first time any a.s.sa.s.sination business is tried they will find who they have got to deal with. I"ll burn every G.o.d-d.a.m.ned house I come to, and shoot several citizens in retaliation! Oh, I"m not half so mild as I look! Don"t you be afraid! They"ll all think h.e.l.l has broke loose on earth, if they fire from ambush at you! They"ll have to get you in open battle, if they want to be treated with soldierly consideration, and we don"t intend you to be in any battle; so don"t you be----"
"It is not that! It is not that, General," Griffith would say. He tried to explain.
"Well, heavens and earth! What did you expect? You didn"t expect "em to _like_ it, did you?"
Griffith sighed and gave it up. No, he did not expect them to like it. He did not even hope that they could understand it fairly, and yet----The home-coming was indeed bitter, and Griffith ceased to sing.
He saw maps made of the places he loved, and he saw in the distance the peaceful old haunts filled with contending armies. He looked at the trees that were still old and warm and loyal friends, in spite of difference of creed or politics, and he dreamed of them when they should be lopped of their branches and tom with shot and sh.e.l.l as they tried vainly to shield with their own st.u.r.dy limbs those who knew no better than to fight the battles of this life with sword and gun. One day, as he rode slowly in advance of the rest, he suddenly looked up toward the gnarled branch of a great tree, where he recalled that an old friend of his had lived. The heads of three tiny squirrels peeped out, and the mother frisked hard by. "Ah," he said, aloud, "how do you do, Bunnie? Still living at the old home-place. See! Is it you or your great-grandchildren? There"s such a strong family likeness I can"t tell." The little animal whisked nearer, and looked with curious eyes that were not afraid. "You do not blame me, and you do not hate me, and you do not fear me, Bunnie. _You_ understand me better than men do, after all." He sighed and tossed a bit of cracker toward the nest. It fell far short, but the mother-squirrel whisked about here and there, and flipped her tail and posed; but at last s.n.a.t.c.hed up the proffered gift and scampered up the tree. Griffith smiled.
"I"ve broken bread with one of my old friends at last," he said aloud.
"What did you say?" asked the General, halting suddenly. He had lowered his voice to the danger pitch, as he had mistaken Griffith"s low tone for one of caution. He lifted his hand, and each of his officers down the line did the same. There was an instant halt.
"What was it?" he asked again, under his breath.
"A nest of squirrels right where they were fifteen or twenty years ago.
I was renewing the acquaintance. _They_ were the first old friends that have not been afraid of--who trusted me still. I was----"
A volley of oaths burst forth. "Attention! March!" he commanded, and as the line officers repeated the command, the General"s wrath waxed furious. He did not dare to wreak it directly upon Griffith. He dashed back down the line, swearing with that lurid facility and abandon for which he was famous, at the astonished, but case-hardened and amused men.
"Halted an army to talk to a G.o.d-d.a.m.ned squirrel!" he ground out between his wrathful teeth, as he rejoined his staff. He whipped out a revolver and fired at the nest. The bullet flew wide of the mark, but the little heads disappeared in affright. The staff-officers looked at each other and smiled. The contrast between the two at their head was a source of constant, mild fun.
"Broken faith with even you, haven"t I, Bunnie?" said Griffith, softly, as he rode on. "Do you think I threw you the cracker so that I could the better shoot you? I didn"t, Bannie--but you will never know."
A half-mile further on Griffith halted. "General," he said, "this is the only place for some distance now that we can halt for the night under cover of a dense wood and still have water near. There is a creek just below that rise. It is good water. It curves around this way, and the horses can be picketed near it and still be hid. After this it will be open country for ten miles or more. If----"
"Halt! Throw out pickets! Dismount! Break ranks!"
The orders were given and repeated. The appearance of a camp grew up like magic. No fires were to be lighted until scout and picket reports came in, but the men went about feeding their horses and making ready for the fires and for "grub," as they called it. They were glad to stretch themselves. It had been a long day"s ride.
"We will signal from the rise over there, General," Griffith said. "If from there we can see no camp-fires, there will be none near enough to detect ours. Shall I return here, General, or----"
"Return here. Pick your escort."
Griffith rode away with his three sharpshooters. The tired men watched eagerly for the signal, as they lay about on the ground. A shout went up when they saw it, and fires were lighted and rations brought forth.
A young fellow with corporal"s straps was humming as he lay on his back with both feet far up on the body of a tree. He had carried with him all day an empty tin can, and now he was making coffee in it. He turned from time to time to peer into the can or readjust the sticks as they burned.
"We"re tenting to-night on the old camp-ground."
His soft tenor rang out on the cool evening air as clear as the note of a bird, despite his rec.u.mbent position. He lifted himself on one elbow and peered again into the coffee, but the song ran on--
"Give us a song to cheer."
A group near him was deep in a game of cards. "Here! It"s Towsy"s deal! d.a.m.ned if I don"t believe Jim would deal every hand if he wasn"t watched. He----"
"Our weary heart, a song of home----"