I was not so much afraid of death in itself as of the manner in which it was likely to come. Death amid the smoke and excitement and glory of battle never had seemed half so terrible as it now did when it stood, an awful spectre, beside the gallows! And even sadder it was to think of friends who would count the weary months, waiting and longing for my return, till hope became torturing suspense, and suspense deepened into despair. These and kindred thoughts were almost too much for my fort.i.tude; yet, setting my teeth hard, I resolved to endure patiently to the end.
The sun went down, and night came on,--deep, calm, and clear. One by one the stars twinkled into light. I gazed upon their beauty with new feelings, as I wondered whether a few more suns might not set me free from the short story of earthly things and make me a dweller beyond the sky. A spirit of prayer and the faint beginnings of trust stirred within me. Hitherto I had been looking at pa.s.sing events alone, and refusing to contemplate the great new experiences death would open. But now my thoughts took a new direction. G.o.d was helping me, and inclining my heart upward. I was to pa.s.s through many more terrible scenes and taste bitter sorrows before I could recognize His voice and fully repose on His love. I was not then a member of church nor a professor of religion.
I believed the doctrines of Christianity, and purposed some day to give them practical attention. It had been easy to postpone this purpose, and, latterly, the confusion and bustle of camp-life had almost driven the subject out of my mind. But now G.o.d appeared very near, and, even amid foes and dangers, I seemed to have hold of some hand, firm but kind, beyond the reach of vision. What influence was most powerful in turning my thoughts upward I cannot tell,--whether it was the familiar outlines of the grand constellations, the quiet and stillness all around, so congenial to exhausted nature after the excitement of the last few days, or a yet more direct message from the Highest,--I only know that the memory of that evening, when I was carried, chained, down the long hill to the valley in which Chattanooga lies, there to meet an unknown fate, is one of the sweetest of my life. My babbling guards had subsided into silence, and, as we wended along through the gathering darkness, high and n.o.ble thoughts of the destiny of man filled my breast, and death appeared only a mere incident of existence,--the gate out of one department of being into another. I was nerved for any fate.
It may be thought strange that in these moments of reflection and spiritual yearning I had no feeling of remorse for any of the deceptions of which I had been guilty. But I had not. It did not even occur to me to consider them as sins at all. If necessary or expedient I would then have added to them the sanction of an oath with equal recklessness. Some sophistry--felt rather than reasoned out--about the lawfulness of deceiving or injuring public enemies or rebels in any possible way--a conviction that they had forfeited everything, even their right to be told truth--must have controlled me. Before starting on this expedition I had placed the highest value on truth, and would have regarded a wilful lie with scorn and loathing. But I accepted deception as one of the incidents of the enterprise, and all sense of its wrongfulness pa.s.sed away, and did not return until long afterwards.
We arrived at Chattanooga while a feeble glow of the soft spring twilight lingered in the air. The headquarters of General Leadbetter, then district commander, was in one of the princ.i.p.al hotels of the town, and we at once drove there. I was left in the carriage while the major ascended to inform him of the arrival.
The town had already been informed. The curiosity to see one of the men who had captured the train and frightened the women and children of Chattanooga into the woods only two days before was intense, and a very large crowd soon a.s.sembled. They behaved as such a.s.semblages usually did, jeering and hooting, and calling me by every epithet of reproach the language afforded,--wanting to know why I came down there to burn their property and murder them and their children as well as free their negroes. To these mult.i.tudinous questions and a.s.sertions I made no answer. I was much amused (afterward!) by their criticisms of my appearance. One would say that "it was a pity so young and clever-looking a man should be caught in such a sc.r.a.pe." Another, of more penetrating cast, "could tell that he was a rogue by his looks,--probably came out of prison in his own country." Another was surprised that I could hold up my head and look around on honest men, arguing that such brazen effrontery in one so young was a proof of enormous depravity of heart. I gave no opinion on the subject. Indeed, I was not asked.
There was one man I noticed in particular. He was tall and venerable-looking; had gray hair, gray beard, a magnificent forehead, and, altogether, a commanding and intellectual expression. He was treated with marked deference by the throng, and as they parted and allowed him to come up to my carriage, the thought arose, "Surely I will receive some sympathy from that kind and n.o.ble-looking man."
His first question confirmed my hope. Said he,--
"How old are you?"
I answered, "Twenty-two, sir."
Gradually his lip wreathed itself into a curl of unutterable scorn, and, gazing steadily on me, he slowly uttered,--
"Poor young fool! And I suppose you were a school-teacher or something of that kind in your own land! And you thought you would come down here and rob us, and burn our houses, and murder us, did you? Now let me give you a little advice: if you ever get home again, (but you never will!) do try, for G.o.d"s sake, and have a little better sense and stay there."
Then he turned contemptuously on his heel and strode away. The rabble rewarded him with a cheer. I could never find out who he was; but after that I looked for no more sympathy in that crowd.
My conductor now returned and escorted me into the presence of General Leadbetter. I was glad of the change, though there was little about this man to inspire confidence. They said he was from the North originally,--a native of Maine, I believe. His habits were so intemperate that a Confederate captain afterwards informed me that he always lived in one of two states,--either dead drunk or gentlemanly drunk. His record was, even this early in the war, of a very ill character, for he had been the princ.i.p.al agent in hanging a considerable number of East Tennessee Union men under circ.u.mstances of great barbarity. To this, it was said, he owed his present position. Such was the man in whose hands my fate now rested.
All the facts concerning him I learned afterwards, except one that was apparent when I entered the room. He was considerably under the influence of liquor, though not to an extent which interfered with the transaction of business. He began to question me, and without any regard for truth I gave him the story that I supposed would be best for my own interest. I told him I was a United States soldier, giving my name, company, and regiment correctly; but told him I was sent on this expedition without my previous consent, and was ignorant of where I was going or what I was to do, which I only learned as fast as it was to be executed. He next inquired who was our engineer, but I refused to tell.
I afterwards found that they were exceedingly anxious to discover the name of the person who ran our train, imagining him to be some official connected with the Georgia State Railroad. He then asked after the purpose of the expedition. I pleaded ignorance as far as any positive information went; but as this did not satisfy him, I gave him my inferences. There was no betrayal of Union interests in this, for all I told him was what any thoughtful person, map in hand, would have supposed,--the destruction of bridges and the capture of Chattanooga and the occupation of East Tennessee. He was very attentive, and said,--
"But has Mitchel men enough for all that? My spies report that he has not more than ten thousand infantry and three regiments of cavalry."
This was so near the truth that I did not wish to confirm it. So I took another departure from accuracy, and said,--
"That must refer only to his advance-guard, and leaves out of account that part of his command which has not yet left Nashville."
"What!" he returned, "is there a reserve army?"
I a.s.sured him there was, and that with the regiments on their way from the West and Northwest, sixty or seventy thousand men would be at Nashville for Mitchel"s disposal in three or four weeks!
Leadbetter then asked, "What do you soldiers think is going to be done with such a large army?"
"We are confident," I answered, "that Chattanooga will first be captured, then Atlanta, and afterwards Mitchel may probably strike for some point on the coast, so as to cut the Confederacy in halves."
The general rubbed his forehead for a moment, then exclaimed,--
"It"s a grand plan. They can do it if they have men enough. But I had no idea that Mitchel had such backing."
How I did wish that he had! but I knew better.
Then wheeling his chair directly in front, and fixing his eye steadily on me, he continued,--
"I am much obliged to you for this information. Now, sir, I want you to tell me just how many men you had on that train, and to describe each one so that I may know them when I get hold of them."
This was too much! I answered, "General, I have freely told you whatever concerns only myself, because I thought you ought to know that I am a soldier under the protection of the United States government. But I am not base enough to describe my comrades."
"Oh!" sneered he, "I don"t know that I ought to have asked you that."
"I think not, sir," I replied.
"Well," retorted he, "you need not be so particular. I know all about it. Your leader"s name is Andrews. What kind of a man is he?"
I was thunderstruck! How should he have Andrews" name, and know him to be our leader? I never imagined what I afterwards found to be the true cause,--that Andrews had been captured, with doc.u.ments in his possession which implicated him so completely that he acknowledged his name and the fact of his leadership. I had every confidence that _he_, at least, would escape and devise some means for our relief. So I answered boldly,--
"I can tell you only one thing about him, and that is, he is a man you will never catch."
As I said this I thought I noticed a peculiar smile on the general"s face, but he only replied,--
"That will do for you;" and turning to a captain who stood by, continued: "Take him to the hole,--you know where that is."
With a military salute, the captain took me out of the room. There was an explanation of the general"s smile! Before the door, heavily ironed, stood Andrews, waiting for an audience, and with him Marion Ross and John Wollam. I did not think it prudent to recognize them, nor they to recognize me, so we pa.s.sed each other as strangers.
CHAPTER IX.
OTHER CAPTURES.
As all the members of our party were ultimately a.s.sembled at Chattanooga, so that from that time our stories flow together, it is now well to bring the separated threads of narration down to that point. One of the shortest and most lamentable was that of Jacob Parrot and Samuel Robinson, both of the Thirty-third Ohio Regiment. When they left the train in company they reached the woods, but on the wrong side of the road. After being concealed for a short time they came back to the railroad, but in attempting to cross it were observed by four citizens and captured. They were immediately conducted to Ringgold, where a company of Confederate soldiers was stationed. A course of questioning here began, but Parrot refused to tell anything. He was but little over eighteen years of age, very boyish-looking, and entirely dest.i.tute of education. So they seem to have thought him a favorable subject for receiving the treatment applied to those fugitive slaves who hesitate in answering questions. He was taken out of the room by an officer and four men, who stripped him and, holding him down over a large stone, administered over one hundred lashes on his bare back, leaving scars which the writer has often seen, and which he will carry to his grave.
Three times the whipping was suspended, the poor boy let up and asked if he was ready to confess, and on his refusal he was thrown down again, and the torture continued. They wished to force from him the name of the engineer and the particulars of the expedition. But all their efforts were in vain. The crowd procured a rope and were about to hang him, but an officer of higher rank came up and prevented this final barbarity.
The wonderful fort.i.tude of the poor boy was of no avail. He and his comrade were caught so near the place where they left the disabled engine, and they were so utterly unable to give any account of the manner in which they came to be there, that both would no doubt have perished if Robinson had not--after first trying the Fleming County, Kentucky, story, and being falsely informed that Parrot had confessed everything--finally given his name and regiment, with the general outline of the expedition. After this confession they were imprisoned for a time in Ringgold, and afterwards brought to Chattanooga.
D. A. Dorsey furnishes me an account of his adventures, which were in some respects peculiar. My own special friend, George D. Wilson, was with him, as well as William Bensinger and Robert Buffum. I use Dorsey"s own graphic language,--
"We fled from our broken down iron-horse in a northeasterly direction towards the adjacent hills. These were spa.r.s.ely studded with timber, but almost entirely dest.i.tute of undergrowth, and, of course, afforded but little opportunity to hide from our pursuers. The latter were following upon our trail, well armed and very numerous. Here occurred the first of many an amusing scene, such as often light up the most horrible situation. Buffum had worn a peculiar long gray coat, reaching nearly to his feet, of which he had been very proud. Now he found it a sore impediment to his precipitate flight, and unb.u.t.toning it, ran right out of it, leaving it spread out on the old dry weeds behind him,--not even stopping to get the bottle out of the pocket, in which he and I had been deeply interested for the past twenty-four hours.
"On we went, or rather flew, until we had distanced our pursuers, and found ourselves in a denser forest. It was very cloudy. The sun was completely hidden, and we could not tell which was north, south, east, or west. We wandered on until near midnight, when we came to a log hut in a small opening, surrounded by a dilapidated rail-fence. The light of a blazing fire shone through the cracks in the wall, and we walked to the door and knocked repeatedly. Getting no answer, Wilson pulled the latch-string and walked in. There a tall Georgian lay stretched at full length on the floor, with his bare feet to the fire, almost undressed, and suffering all the agonies of colic. Over him bent his better half, busily engaged in administering hot ash poultices. Of course, under such circ.u.mstances, our application for food availed nothing, and we were obliged to plod on through the darkness, mud, and rain.
Before morning we came to another cabin, which we did not enter, but borrowed a pail of milk from the porch, and taking it to the woods, speedily devoured it. Then we wandered on, hoping for clear sky, but the clouds were unbroken, and our wandering at random continued all the morning.
"About ten o"clock, in the forenoon, we saw some persons on horseback, who were evidently hunting for us. We managed to elude them, and getting back to ground they had pa.s.sed over, concealed ourselves by lying down. Several other parties were seen, but by shifting our position we avoided them for some hours. The increasing number of our pursuers, however, convinced us that we were in the most deadly peril.
""Oh, ye woods, spread your branches apace!
To your deepest recesses I fly; I would hide with the beasts of the chase, I would vanish from every eye.
""And hark! and hark! the deep-mouthed bark Comes nigher still and nigher.
Burst on the path a dark blood-hound, His tawny muzzle tracked the ground, And his red eye shot fire."
"These words of the poet were fully echoed by my feelings. The much-dreaded blood-hound was upon our trail. We discovered three of them descending a hill over which we had recently pa.s.sed, right on our track, and four men behind them. As soon as the latter discovered us, one of their number hallooed, and was answered by shouts in every direction. This demonstrated that we were surrounded. We advanced and boldly met the first four, and endeavored to deceive them as to our real character.