"I wish the river was higher--smack up to the fortifications," said the Louisiana lieutenant. "They can wade around them fences," he added, pointing to the palisades which connected the work with the river.
This officer was not a Louisianian by birth, any more than the men whom he commanded. They were a medley of all nations, princ.i.p.ally Irish and Germans, and he had begun his martial career as a volunteer in an Indiana regiment. He was chock full of fight and confidence; this was the only fort he had ever garrisoned, and he considered it almost impregnable; his single doubt was lest the a.s.sailants "might wade in around them fences." Colburne, remembering how Banks had been repulsed twice from inferior works at Port Hudson, also thought the chances good for a defence. Indeed, he looked forward to the combat with something like a vindictive satisfaction. Heretofore he had always attacked; and he wanted to fight the rebels once from behind a rampart; he wanted to teach them what it was to storm fortifications. If he had been better educated in his profession he would have found the fort alarmingly small and open, dest.i.tute as it was of bomb-proofs, casemates and traverses.
The river showed no promise of succor; not a gunboat or transport appeared on its broad, slow, yellow current; not a friendly smoke could be seen across the flat distances. The little garrison, it seemed, must rely upon its own strength and courage. But, after taking a deliberate view of all the circ.u.mstances, Colburne felt justified in reporting to Major Gazaway that the fort could beat off as many Texans as could stand between it and the woods, which was the same as to say a matter of one or two hundred thousand. Leaving his superior officer in a state of spasmodic and short-lived courage, he spread his rubber blanket in a shady corner, rolled up his coat for a pillow, laid himself down, and slept till nearly noon. When he awoke, the Doctor was holding an umbrella over him.
"I am ever so much obliged to you," said Colburne, sitting up.
"Not at all. I was afraid you might get the fever. Our Louisiana sun, you know, doesn"t dispense beneficence alone. I saw that it had found you out, and I rushed to the rescue."
"Is Mrs. Carter sheltered?" asked the Captain.
"She is very comfortably off, considering the circ.u.mstances."
He was twiddling and twirling his umbrella, as though he had something on his mind.
"I want you to do me a favor," he said, after a moment. "I should really like a gun, if it is not too much trouble."
The idea of the Doctor, with his fifty-five years, his peaceful habits, and his spectacles, rushing to battle made Colburne smile. Another imaginary picture, the image of Lillie weeping over her father"s body, restored his seriousness.
"What would Mrs. Carter say to it?" he asked.
"I should be obliged if you would not mention it to her," answered the Doctor. "I think the matter can be managed without her knowledge."
Accordingly Colburne fitted out this unexpected recruit with a rifle-musket, and showed him how to load it, and how to put on his accoutrements. This done, he reverted to the subject which most interested his mind just at present.
"Mrs. Carter must be better sheltered than she is," he said. "In case of an a.s.sault, she would be in the way where she is, and, moreover, she might get hit by a chance bullet. I will tell the Major that his Colonel"s wife is here, and that he must turn out for her."
"Do you think it best?" questioned the Doctor. "Really, I hate to disturb the commandant of the fort."
But Colburne did think it best, and Gazaway was not hard to convince. He hated to lose his shelter, poor as it was, but he had a salutary dread of his absent Colonel, and remembering how dubious had been his own record in field service, he thought it wise to secure the favor of Mrs.
Carter. Accordingly Lillie, accompanied by Black Julia, moved into the brick building, notwithstanding her late declarations that she liked nothing so well as sleeping in the open air.
"Premature old age," laughed Colburne. "Sixty already."
"It is the African Dahomey, and not the American, which produces the Amazons," observed the Doctor.
"If you don"t stop I shall be severe," threatened Lillie. "I have a door now to turn people out of."
"Just as though that was a punishment," said Colburne. "I thought out-of-doors was the place to live."
As is usual with people in circ.u.mstances of romance which are not instantly and overpoweringly alarming, there was an exhilaration in their spirits which tended towards gayety. While Mrs. Carter and Colburne were thus jesting, the Doctor shyly introduced his martial equipments into the house, and concealed them under a blanket in one corner. Presently the two men adjourned to the ramparts, to learn the cause of a commotion which was visible among the garrison. Far up the bayou road thin yellow clouds of dust could be seen rising above the trees, no doubt indicating a movement of troops in considerable force.
From that quarter no advance of friends, but only of Texan cavalry and Louisianian infantry, could be expected. Nearly all the soldiers had left their shelters of boards and rubber blankets, and were watching the threatening phenomenon with a grave fixedness of expression which showed that they fully appreciated its deadly significance. Sand-columns of the desert, water-spouts of the ocean, are a less impressive spectacle than the approaching dust of a hostile army. The old and tried soldier knows all that it means; he knows how tremendous will be the screech of the sh.e.l.ls and the ghastliness of the wounds; he faces it with an inward shrinking, although with a calm determination to do his duty; his time for elation will not come until his blood is heated by fighting, and he joins in the yell of the charge. The recruit, deeply moved by the novelty of the sight, and the unknown grandeur of horror or of glory which it presages, is either vaguely terrified or full of excitement.
Calm as is the exterior of most men in view of approaching battle, not one of them looks upon it with entire indifference. But let the eyes on the fortifications strain as they might, no lines of troops could be distinguished, and there was little, if any, increase in the number of the rebel pickets who sat sentinel in their saddles under the shade of scattered trees and houses. Presently the murmur "A flag of truce!" ran along the line of spectators. Down the road which skirted the northern bank of the bayou rode slowly, amidst a little cloud of dust, a party of four hors.e.m.e.n, one of whom carried a white flag.
"What does that mean," asked Gazaway. "Do you think peace is proclaimed?"
"It means that they want this fort," said Colburne. "They are going to commit the impertinence of asking us to surrender."
The Major"s aquiline visage was very pale, and his outstretched hand shook visibly; he was evidently seized by the complaint which had so troubled him at Port Hudson.
"Cap, what shall I do?" he inquired in a confidential whisper, twisting one of his tremulous fingers into Colburne"s b.u.t.tonhole, and drawing him aside.
"Tell them to go to ----, and then send them there," said the Captain, angrily, perceiving that Gazaway"s feelings inclined toward a capitulation. "Send out an officer and escort to meet the fellows and bring in their message. They mustn"t be allowed to come inside."
"No, no; of course not. We couldn"t git very good terms if they should see how few we be," returned the Major, unable to see the matter in any other light than that of his own terrors. "Well, Cap, you go and meet the feller. No, you stay here; I want to talk to you. Here, where"s that Louisianny Lieutenant? Oh, Lieutenant, you go out to that feller with jest as many men "s he"s got; stop him "s soon "s you git to him, and send in his business. Send it in by one of your men, you know; and take a white flag, or han"kerch"f, or suthin"."
When Gazaway was in a perturbed state of mind, his conversation had an unusual tw.a.n.g of the provincialisms of tone and grammar amidst which he had been educated, or rather had grown up without an education.
At sight of the Union flag of truce, the rebel one, now only a quarter of a mile from the fort, halted under the shadow of an evergreen oak by the roadside. After a parley of a few minutes, the Louisiana Lieutenant returned, beaded with perspiration, and delivered to Gazaway a sealed envelope. The latter opened it with fingers which worked as awkwardly as a worn-out pair of tongs, read the enclosed note with evident difficulty, cast a troubled eye up and down the river, as if looking in vain for help, beckoned Colburne to follow him, and led the way to a deserted angle of the fort.
"I say, Cap," he whispered, "we"ve got to surrender."
Colburne looked him sternly in the face, but could not catch his cowardly eye.
"Take care, Major," he said.
Gazaway started as if he had been threatened with personal violence.
"You are a ruined man if you surrender this fort," pursued Colburne.
The Major writhed his Herculean form, and looked all the anguish which so mean a nature was capable of feeling; for it suddenly occurred to him that if he capitulated he might never be promoted, and never go to Congress.
"What in G.o.d"s name shall I do?" he implored. "They"ve got six thous"n"
men."
"Call the officers together, and put it to vote."
"Well, you fetch "em, Cap. I swear I"m too sick to stan" up."
Down he sat in the dust, resting his elbows on his knees, and his head between his hands. Colburne sought out the officers, seven in number, besides himself, and all, as it chanced, Lieutenants.
"Gentlemen," he said, "we are dishonored cowards if we surrender this fort without fighting."
"Dam"d if we don"t have the biggest kind of a scrimmage first,"
returned the Louisianian.
The afflicted Gazaway rose to receive them, opened the communication of the rebel general, dropped it, picked it up, and handed it to Colburne, saying, "Cap, you read it."
It was a polite summons to surrender, stating the investing force at six thousand men, declaring that the success of an a.s.sault was certain, offering to send the garrison on parole to New Orleans, and closing with the hope that the commandant of the fort would avoid a useless effusion of blood.
"Now them"s what I call han"some terms," broke in Gazaway eagerly. "We can"t git no better if we fight a week. And we can"t fight a day. We hain"t got the men to whip six thous"n" Texans. I go for takin" terms while we can git "em."
"Gentlemen, I go for fighting," said Colburne.
"That"s me," responded the Louisiana lieutenant; and there was an approving murmur from the other officers.
"This fort," continued our Captain, "is an absolute necessity to the prosecution of the siege of Port Hudson. If it is lost, the navigation of the river is interrupted, and our army is cut off from its supplies.
If we surrender, we make the whole campaign a failure. We must not do it. We never shall be able to face our comrades after it; we never shall be able to look loyal man or rebel in the eye. We _can_ defend ourselves. General Banks has been repulsed twice from inferior works. It is an easy chance to do a great deed--to deserve the thanks of the army and the whole country. Just consider, too, that if we don"t hold the fort, we may be called on some day to storm it. Which is the easiest?
Gentlemen, I say, No surrender!"