"It does look a little that way. But I must have that squirrel, if I have to shoot all day. Haven"t you got a load in your gun?"
"Yes; but I might as well have none. I can kill as many squirrels by throwing the musket at them, as I can by shooting at them."
"Never mind, fire away-the ammunition doesn"t cost us any thing."
"I know it; but another thing, this musket kicks like blazes. I had as soon stand before it, as behind it. But I"ll try him;" and Archie raised his gun and blazed away. This time there was no mistake; the squirrel was torn almost to pieces by the ball; and when the smoke cleared away, Frank saw his cousin sitting on the ground, holding both hands to his nose, which was bleeding profusely.
"You"ve killed the squirrel," he said.
"Yes," answered Archie; "but I hurt myself as much as I did him."
Frank was a good deal amused, and could scarcely refrain from laughing at his cousin"s misfortune. He tried to keep on a sober face, but the corners of his mouth would draw themselves out into a smile, in spite of himself. Archie noticed this, and exclaimed:
"Oh, it"s a good joke, no doubt."
"If you would hold your gun firmly against your shoulder," said Frank, "it wouldn"t hurt half so bad. But hadn"t we better go on?"
Archie raised himself slowly from the ground, and they moved off through the woods. The squirrels were very plenty; but it required two or three, and, sometimes, as many as half a dozen shots, to bring one down.
At length, after securing four squirrels, their shoulders became so lame that they could scarcely raise their guns; so they concluded to give up shooting, and start in search of Woods and Simpson, who had gone off together. About noon they found them, sitting on the fence that ran between the woods and a road. Simpson had three squirrels in his hand.
"We are waiting for you," he said, as Frank and Archie came up; "it"s about time to start for the boat."
"I"m hungry," said Frank; "why can"t we go down to that house and hire some one to cook our squirrels for us?"
"That"s a good idea," said Woods; "come along;" and he sprang off the fence, and led the way toward the house spoken of by Frank, which stood about a quarter of a mile down the road, toward the river.
As they opened the gate that led into the yard, they noticed that a man, who sat on the porch in front of the house, regarded them with a savage scowl on his face.
"How cross that man looks!" said Archie, who, with his cousin, was a little in advance of the others; "maybe he"s a reb."
"How do you do, sir?" inquired Frank, as he approached the place where the man was sitting.
"What do yees want here?" he growled, in reply.
"We came here to see if we couldn"t hire some one to cook a good dinner for us," answered Frank.
"No, ye can"t," answered the man, gruffly; "get out o" here. I never did nothin" for a Yank, an" I never will. I"d like to see yer all drove from the country. Get out o" here, I tell yer," he shouted, seeing that the sailors did not move, "or I"ll let my dogs loose on yer!"
"Why, I really believe he is a reb," said Archie; "he"s the first one I ever saw. He looks just like any body else, don"t he, boys?"
"If yees don"t travel mighty sudden, I"ll make a scatterin" among yer," said the man, between his clenched teeth; "I"ll be dog-gone if I don"t shoot some o" yer;" and he reached for a long double-barrel shot-gun that stood behind his chair.
"Avast, there, you old landlubber," exclaimed Simpson; "just drop that shootin" iron, will you. We"re four to your one, and you don"t suppose that we are going to stand still and be shot down, like turkeys on Thanksgivin" morning, do you? No, sir, that would be like the handle of a jug, all on one side. Shootin" is a game two can play at, you know. Come, put that we"pon down;" and Simpson held his musket in the hollow of his arm, and handled the lock in a very significant manner.
The man saw that the sailors were not to be intimidated, and not liking the way Simpson eyed him, he leaned his gun up in the corner again, and muttered something about Yankee mudsills and Abolitionists.
"Just clap a stopper on that jaw of yours, will you," said Simpson; "or, shiver my timbers, if we don"t try man-o"-war punishment on you. Now, Frank," he continued, "you just jump up there, and shoot off the old rascal"s gun; and then keep an eye on him, and don"t let him get out of his chair; and the rest of us will look around and see what we can find in the way of grub."
Frank sprang up the steps that led on to the porch, and fired both barrels of the gun into the air, and then, drawing a chair to the other end of the porch, coolly seated himself, and deposited his feet on the railing; while the others went into the house, where they secured a pail of fresh milk and a loaf of bread. From the house they went into the wood-shed, where they found a quant.i.ty of sweet potatoes. They then returned to the place where they had left Frank.
"Come on, now," said Woods; "we"ll have a tip-top dinner, in spite of the old secesh.
"Hold on," said Frank; "where are you going? I move we cook and eat our dinner here. There"s a stove in the house, and every thing handy."
The man was accordingly invited into his own house by the boys, and requested to take a seat, and make himself perfectly at home, but to be careful and not go out of doors. They deposited their muskets in one corner of the room; and while Archie started a fire in the store, Frank dressed the squirrels, and washed some of the sweet potatoes, and placed them in the oven to bake. Woods drew the table out into the middle of the room; and Simpson, after a diligent search, found the cupboard, and commenced bringing out the dishes Frank superintended the cooking; and, in half an hour, a splendid dinner was smoking on the table. When the meal was finished, they shouldered their muskets, and Simpson said to the man:
"Now, sir, we"re very much obliged to you for your kindness; but, before we go, we want to give you a bit of advice. If you ever see any more Yankee sailors out this way, don"t try to bully them by talking treason to them. If you do, just as likely as not you"ll get hold of some who won"t treat you as well as we have. They might go to work and clean out your shanty. Good day, sir;" and Simpson led the way toward the boat.
CHAPTER VI.
Frank"s First Exploit.
During the three months following that Frank and Archie were attached to the Illinois, they met with no adventure worthy of notice. They pa.s.sed nearly every day in the woods, and, after considerable practice, had become splendid shots with their muskets; and as game was abundant, their table was kept well supplied.
At length, the new magazine-boat, which had for some time been building at Cairo, was towed alongside the Illinois, and a detachment of men from the receiving-ship were set to work to transfer the ammunition. The crew of the Illinois were not at all pleased with this, for they knew that the easy life they had been leading was soon to be brought to an end.
When the ammunition had all been removed into the new boat, the steamer Champion came alongside, and the Illinois was towed down to Columbus, where she was to undergo repairs, and her crew was transferred to the receiving-ship again.
The day after they arrived on board, while Frank and his cousin were seated on a coil of rope, as usual, talking over old times, and wondering how George and Harry Butler liked the army, and why they had not written, the boatswain"s mate came along, and called out, in a loud voice:
"Archie Winters!"
"Here I am," said Archie.
"Well, go up on deck," said the mate; "the captain wants to see you."
"The captain wants to see me!" repeated Archie, in surprise.
"Yes; and you had better bear a hand, too, for the captain isn"t the man to wait long when he sends after any one."
Archie accordingly went on deck, trying all the while to think what he had done that was wrong, and expecting a good blowing up for some unintentional offense. Perhaps the captain had by some means learned who it was that had made the descent on the cook"s galley, and had called him up for the purpose of punishing him.
Finding the captain on deck, talking with the executive officer, he very politely remained out of hearing, holding his hat in his hand, and waited for a chance to speak to him. At length the captain inquired:
"Hasn"t Winters come up yet?"
"Yes, sir," answered Archie, stepping up with his best salute.
"Is this your writing?" inquired the captain, holding out to Archie a letter addressed, in a splendid business hand, to James Winters, Esq., Boston.
"Yes, sir," answered Archie; "that"s a letter I wrote to my father."
"Well," continued the captain, "I have got a splendid position for you, as second clerk in the fleet paymaster"s office. Would you like to take it?"
"Yes, sir," answered Archie; "but-but"-
"But what?" inquired the captain.