"Then yonder they come. See? two or three tiny, needle-like--h-m-m!--just over that farth"--?"
He lowered the gla.s.s and saw better without it.
The maid burst out: "Oh, Lawd, I does! Oh, good Gawd A"mighty!" She sprang to descend, but with a show of wonder Anna spoke and she halted.
"If you want to leave me," continued the mistress, "you need only ask."
"Law, Miss Nannie! Me leave you? I--"
"If you do--now--to-day--for one minute, I"ll never take you back. I"ll have Hettie or Dilsie."
"Missie,"--tears shone--"d" ain"t nothin" in Gawd"s worl" kin eveh make me a runaway niggeh f"om you! But ef you tell me now fo" to go fetch ev"y dahky we owns up to you--"
"Yes! on the upper front veranda! Go, do it!"
"Ya.s.s, "m! "caze ef us kin keep "em anywahs it"ll be in de bes" place fo" to see de mos" sights!" She vanished and Anna turned to the soldiers. Their flagging had paused while they watched the far-away top-gallants grow in height and numbers. Down in the works the long-roll was sounding and from every direction men were answering it at a run. Across the river came bugle notes. Sighingly the sergeant lowered his gla.s.s:
"Lordy, it"s the whole kit and b"ilin"! Wag, John. When they swing up round this end of the trees I"ll count "em. Here they come! One, ... two, ... why, what small--oh, see this big fellow! Look at the width of those yards! And look at all their hulls, painted the color of the river! And see that pink flutter--look!" he said to Anna, "do you get it? high up among the black ropes? that pink--"
"Yes," said Anna solemnly, "I see it--"
"That"s the old--"
"Yes. Must we fire on that? and fire first?"
"We"d better!" laughed the soldier, "if we fire at all. Those chaps have got their answer ready and there won"t be much to say after it." The three hurried down, the men to camp, Anna to the upper front veranda. There, save two or three with Constance and Miranda, came all the servants, shepherded by Isaac and Ben with vigilant eyes and smothered vows to "kill de fuss he aw she niggeh dat try to skedaddle"; came and stood to gaze with her over and between the grove trees. Down in the fortification every man seemed to have sprung to his post. On its outer crest, with his adjutant, stood the gilded commander peering through his gla.s.s.
"Missie," sighed Anna"s maid, "see Mahs" Chahlie dah? stan"in" on de woodworks o" dat big gun?"
"Yes," said Anna carelessly, but mutely praying that some one would make him get down. Her brain teemed with speculations: Where, how occupied and in what state of things, what frame of mind, was Victorine, were Flora and Madame? Here at Steve"s cottage with what details were "Randa and Connie busy? But except when she smiled round on the slaves, her gaze, like theirs, abode on the river and the sh.o.r.e defenses, from whose high staffs floated brightly the Confederate flag. How many a time in this last fearful year had her own Hilary, her somewhere still living, laughing, loving Hilary, stood like yon commander, about to deal havoc from, and to draw it upon, Kincaid"s Battery. Who would say that even now he might not be so standing, with her in every throb of his invincible heart?
Something out in the view disturbed the servants.
"Oh, Lawd "a" ma.s.sy!" moaned a woman.
"Trus" Him, Aun" Jinnie!" prompted Anna"s maid. "Y" always is trus" Him!"
"Whoeveh don"t trus" Him, I"ll bus" him!" confidentially growled Isaac to those around him.
"We all of us must and will!" said Anna elatedly, though with shameful inward sinkings and with no sustaining word from any of the flock, while out under the far gray sky, emerging from a slight angle of the sh.o.r.e well down the water"s long reach the battle line began to issue, each ship in its turn debouching into full relief from main-truck to water-line.
LIII
SHIPS, Sh.e.l.lS, AND LETTERS
Strange! how little sense of calamity came with them--at first. So graceful they were. So fitted--like waterfowl--to every mood of air and tide; their wings all furled, their neat bodies breasting the angry flood by the quiet power of their own steam and silent submerged wheels. So like to the numberless crafts which in kinder days, under friendly tow, had come up this same green and tawny reach and pa.s.sed on to the queenly city, laden with gifts, on the peaceful emba.s.sies of the world.
But, ah! how swiftly, threateningly they grew: the smaller, two-masted fore-and-afts, each seemingly unarmed but for one monster gun pivoted amidships, and the towering, wide-armed three-masters, the low and the tall consorting like dog and hunter. Now, as they came on, a nice eye could make out, down on their hulls, light patches of new repair where our sunken fleet had so lately shot and rammed them, and, hanging over the middle of each ship"s side in a broad, dark square to protect her vitals, a ma.s.s of anchor chains. Their boarding-netting, too, one saw, drawn high round all their sides, and now more guns--and more!--and more! the huger frowning over the bulwarks, the lesser in unbroken rows, scowling each from its own port-hole, while every masthead revealed itself a little fort bristling with arms and men. Yes, and there, high in the clouds of rigging, no longer a vague pink flutter now, but brightly red-white-and-blue and smilingly angry--what a strange home-coming for it! ah, what a strange home-coming after a scant year-and-a-half of banishment!--the flag of the Union, rippling from every peak.
"Ain" dey neveh gwine shoot?" asked a negro lad.
"Not till they"re out of line with us," said Anna so confidently as to draw a skeptical grunt from his mother, and for better heart let a tune float silently in and out on her breath:
"I loves to be a beau to de ladies.
I loves to shake a toe wid de ladies--"
She felt her maid"s touch. Charlie was aiming his great gun, and on either side of her Isaac and Ben were repeating their injunctions. She spoke out:
"If they all shoot true we"re safe enough now."
"An" ef de ships don"t," put in Isaac, "dey"ll mighty soon--"
The prophecy was lost. All the sh.o.r.e guns blazed and crashed. The white smoke belched and spread. Broken window-panes jingled. Wails and moans from the slave women were silenced by imperious outcries from Isaac and Ben. There followed a mid-air scream and roar as of fifty railway trains pa.s.sing each other on fifty bridges, and the next instant a storm of the enemy"s sh.e.l.ls burst over and in the batteries. But the house stood fast and half a dozen misquotations of David and Paul were spouted from the braver ones of Anna"s flock. In a moment a veil of smoke hid ships and sh.o.r.e, yet fearfully true persisted the enemy"s aim. To home-guards, rightly hopeless of their case and never before in action, every hostile shot was like a volcano"s eruption, and their own fire rapidly fell off. But on the veranda, amid a weeping, prattling, squealing and gesturing of women and children, Anna could not distinguish the bursting of the foe"s sh.e.l.ls from the answering thunder of Confederate guns, and when in a bare ten minutes unarmed soldiers began to come out of the smoke and to hurry through the grove, while riders of harnessed horses and mules--harnessed to nothing--lashed up the levee road at full run, and Isaac and Ben proudly cried that one was Mahs" Chahlie and that the animals were theirs of Callender House, she still asked over the bal.u.s.trade how the fight had gone.
For reply despairing hands pointed her back toward the river, and there, as she and her groaning servants gazed, the great black masts and yards, with headway resumed and every ensign floating, loomed silently forth and began to pa.s.s the veranda. Down in the intervening garden, brightly self-contained among the pale stragglers there, appeared the one-armed reporter, with a younger brother in the weather-worn gray and red of Kincaid"s Battery. They waved a pocket-soiled letter and asked how to get in and up to her; but before she could do more than toss them a key there came, not from the ships but from close overhead under a blackening sky, one last, hideous roar and ear-splitting howl. The beautiful treasure-laden home heaved, quivered, lurched and settled again, the women shrieked and crouched or fell p.r.o.ne with covered heads, and a huge sh.e.l.l, sent by some pain-crazed fugitive from a gun across the river, and which had entered at the roof, exploded in the bas.e.m.e.nt with a harrowing peal and filled every corner of the dwelling with blinding smoke and stifling dust.
Constance and Miranda met Anna groping and staggering out of the chaos. Unharmed, herself, and no one badly hurt? Ah, hear the sudden wail of that battery boy as he finds his one-armed brother! Anna kneels with him over the writhing form while women fly for the surgeon, and men, at her cry, hasten to improvise a litter. No idle song haunts her now, yet a clamoring whisper times itself with every pulsation of her bosom: "The letter? the letter?"
Pity kept it from her lips, even from her weeping eyes; yet somehow the fallen boy heard, but when he tried to answer she hushed him. "Oh, never mind that," she said, wiping away the sweat of his agony, "it isn"t important at all."
"Dropped it," he gasped, and had dropped it where the sh.e.l.l had buried it forever.
Each for the other"s sake the lads rejected the hospital, with its risk of capture. The younger had the stricken one hurried off toward the railway and a refugee mother in the hills, Constance tenderly protesting until the surgeon murmured the truth:
"It"ll be all one to him by to-morrow."
As the rearmost ship was pa.s.sing the house Anna, her comeliness restored, half rose from her bed, where Miranda stood trying to keep her. From all the far side of the house remotely sounded the smart tramp and shuffle of servants clearing away wreckage, and the din of their makeshift repairs. She was "all right again," she said as she sat, but the abstraction of her eyes and the harkening droop of her head showed that inwardly she still saw and heard the death-struck boy.
Suddenly she stood. "Dear, brave Connie!" she exclaimed, "we must go help her, "Randa." And as they went she added, pausing at the head of a stair, "Ah, dear! if we, poor sinners all, could in our dull minds only multiply the awful numbers of war"s victims by the woes that gather round any one of them, don"t you think, "Randa--?"
Yes, Miranda agreed, certainly if man--yes, and woman--had that gift wars would soon be no more.
On a high roof above their apartment stood our Valcour ladies. About them babbling feminine groups looked down upon the harbor landings black with male vagabonds and witlings smashing the precious food freight (so sacred yesterday), while women and girls scooped the spoils from mire and gutter into buckets, ap.r.o.ns or baskets, and ran home with it through Jackson Square and scurried back again with grain-sacks and pillow-slips, and while the cotton burned on and the ships, so broadly dark aloft, so pale in their war paint below and so alive with silent, motionless men, came through the smoking havoc.
"No uze to hope," cooed the grandmother to Flora, whose gaze clung to the tree-veiled top of Callender House. "It riffuse" to burn. "Tis not a so inflammab" like that rope and tar." The rope and tar meant their own burnt ship.
"Ah, well," was the light reply, "all shall be for the bes"! Those who watch the game close and play it with courage--"
"And cheat with prudenze--?"
"Yes! to them G.o.d is good. How well you know that! And Anna, too, she"s learning it--or she shall--dear Anna! Same time me, I am well content."
"Oh, you are joyful! But not because G.o.d is good, neither juz" biccause those Yankee" they arrive. Ah, that muz" bring some splandid news, that lett"r of Irbee, what you riscieve to-day and think I don"t know it. "T is maybe ab-out Kincaid"s Batt"rie, eh?" At Flora"s touch the speaker flinched back from the roof"s edge, the maiden aiding the recoil.
"Don"t stand so near, like that," she said. "It temp" me to shove you over."
They looked once more to the fleet. Slowly it came on. Near its line"s center the flag-ship hovered just opposite Ca.n.a.l Street. The rear was far down by the Mint. Up in the van the leading vessel was halting abreast St. Mary"s Market, a few hundred yards behind which, under black clouds and on an east wind, the lone-star flag of seceded Louisiana floated in helpless defiance from the city hall. All at once heaven"s own thunders pealed. From a warning sprinkle the women near about fled down a roofed hatchway. One led Madame. But on such a scene Flora craved a better curtain-fall and she lingered alone.
It came. As if all its millions of big drops raced for one prize the deluge fell on city, harbor, and fleet and on the woe-smitten land from horizon to horizon, while in the same moment the line of battle dropped anchor in mid-stream. With a swirling mist wetting her fair head she waved in dainty welcome Irby"s letter and then pressed it to her lips; not for his sake--hah!--but for his rueful word, that once more his loathed cousin, Anna"s Hilary! was riding at the head of Kincaid"s Battery.