The old lady did not take the hint, but kept on berating the fresh men as they pa.s.sed--taunting them by disparaging comparison with the Rebel troops. A neighbor, by informing them of the fact of her having two sons in the Rebel service, imparted the secret of her interest.
And there is the Ferry, so often pictured, or attempted to be, by pen and pencil. Either art has failed, and will fail, to do justice to that sublimely grand mountain scenery. Not quite three years ago, an iron old man, who perished with the heroism of a Spartan, or rather, to be just, the faith of a Christian; but little more than a year in advance of the dawn of the day of his hope, centred upon this spot the eyes of a continent. A crazy fanatic, was the cry, but--
"Thy scales, Mortality, are just To all that pa.s.s away."
Time will reveal that it was not the freak of a madman, but rather a step in the grand progress of universal emanc.i.p.ation, and that Old John had foundations for his purposed campaign, quite as substantial as those upon which better starred enterprises have succeeded.
"Lor, Ma.s.sa, if Old John had only had these men," said a wench to one of Patterson"s Captains, as he paused for a few moments while drilling his command at Charlestown, during that fruitless campaign, so formidable in preparation, and so much more disgraceful than that of Old John in its termination, for the latter, in his dying heroism, won the admiration of a world.
"Why, what could Old John have done with them?" replied the Captain.
"Golly, Ma.s.sa," said the wench, with a knowing grin; "he would have walked right through Virginny, and he"d have had plenty of help too. I knows, many a n.i.g.g.e.r about here that didn"t say nuthin", would have jined him."
"Why didn"t they join him?"
"Lor, Ma.s.sa, they didn"t know it in time. Hadn"t any chance. Ma.s.sa wanted us to go see him hung; but only the youngsters went. We colored pussons neber forget Old John. No sah!"
The men wound their way as best they could beneath the precipitous and towering rocks of the Maryland Heights, through the teams that blocked up the road, and a short distance above the Railroad Bridge, filed to the left, and crossed upon the pontoons. As they pa.s.sed the Engine House, the utmost endeavors of the officers could not prevent a bulge to the right, so great was the anxiety to see the scene of Old John"s heroic but hopeless contest. Denounced by pro-slavery zealots as a murderer, by the community at large as a fanatic, who fifty years hence will deny him honorable place in the list of martyrs for the cause of eternal truth!
The town itself was almost a ma.s.s of ruins; both sides, at various stages of the war, having endeavored to effect its destruction. Another pontoon bridge was crossed, bridging the Shenandoah--sparkling on its rocky bed--the _Dancing Water_, as termed by the Aborigines, with their customary graceful appropriateness. To one fond of mountain scenery, and who is not? the winding road that follows the Shenandoah to its junction, then charmingly bends to the course of the Potomac, is intensely interesting. But why should an humble writer weary the reader"s patience by expatiating upon scenery, the sight of which Jefferson declared well worth a visit across the Atlantic, at a day when such visits were tedious three month affairs, and uncertain at that? War now adds a bristling horror to the s.h.a.ggy mountain tops, and from the hoa.r.s.e throats of heavy cannon often "leap from rock to rock the beetling crags among" well executed counterfeits of "live thunder."
The Potomac is followed but a short distance, the road winding by an easy ascent up the mountain ridge, and descending as easily into a narrow and fruitful valley. In this valley, four miles from the Ferry, a halt was ordered, and the Division rested for the night and succeeding day, in a large and well sodded field.
"Gentlemen," said our Brigadier, in a sly, good-humored way, as he rode up to the field officers of the Regiment, "the field upon which you are encamped, and all the land, almost as far as you can see, on the left of yon fence, belong to a Rebel now holding the rank of Major in the Rebel service. All I need say, I suppose, gentlemen," and the General left to communicate the important information to the other Regiments of the Brigade. As a fine flock of sheep, some young cattle, a drove of porkers that from a rear view gave promise of prime Virginia hams, and sundry flocks of chickens, had been espied as the men marched into the field, the General"s remarks were eminently practical and suggestive.
"Charlie, what"s the state of the larder?" said the Major, with his usual thoughtfulness, addressing the cheerful mess cook.
"Some boiled pork and crackers. Poor show, sir!" Such fare, after a hard day"s march, in sight of a living paradise of beef, mutton, pork, and poultry, would have been perfectly inexcusable; and forthwith, the Major, "the little Dutch Doctor," and a short, stoutly-built Lieutenant, all armed to the teeth, started off to reconnoitre, and ascertain in what position the Rebel property was posted. As they went they canva.s.sed the respective merits of beef, mutton, pork and poultry, until a short grunt from a porker, as he crossed the Doctor"s path, ended the discussion. The Major and Lieutenant c.o.c.ked their pistols, but withheld firing, as they saw the Doctor prostrate, holding by both hands the hind leg of a patriarch of the flock.
"Oh, Heavens! we don"t want that old boar!" cried out at once both the Major and Lieutenant.
"Goot meat, make strong, goot for health, very," said the Doctor, holding on with the grasp of a vice, while the boar fairly dragged him, face to the ground, "after the manner of all creeping things." The Doctor was in a fix. Help his companions would not give. He could not hold the boar by one hand alone. After being considerably bruised, he was compelled to release his hold, to his intense disgust, which he evinced as he raised himself up, puffing like a porpoise, by gesticulating furiously, and muttering a jargon in which the only thing intelligible was the oft-repeated word, "tam." A well-directed shot from the Major, shortly afterwards, brought down a royal "Virginia mutton,"
as the camp phrase is. Another from the Lieutenant grazed the rear of a fine young porker"s ham; but considerable firing, a long chase, and many ludicrous falls occurred, before that pig was tightly gripped between the legs of the Lieutenant.
The expedition was so successful that the aid of some privates was called in to help carry to quarters the rich spoils of the chase. As for the Doctor,--after the refusal of a.s.sistance in his struggle, he walked homeward in stately but offended dignity, and shocked the Chaplain, as he was occasionally in the habit of doing, by still muttering "tam."
A person enjoying the comforts of home, testy as to the broiling of a mutton-chop perhaps, for real, unalloyed enjoyment of appet.i.te should form one of a camp circle, toasting, at a blazing fire, as the shades of evening gather round, steaks freshly cut with a camp-knife from flesh that quivered with remaining life but a moment before, a.s.sisting its digestion by fried hardees, and washing both down by coffee innocent of cream. That is a feast, as every old campaigner will testify; but to be properly appreciated a good appet.i.te is all essential. To attain that, should other resources fail, the writer can confidently recommend a march, say of about fifteen miles, over rough or dusty roads.
And then, as the appet.i.tes of the men are sated by the hardy provender of Uncle Sam, varied, as in this instance, by Virginia venison, and they respectively fall back and take to
"Sublime Tobacco! glorious in a pipe;"
what more pleasant than the discussion of the doings of the day, or of the times, the recital of oft-repeated and ever-gaining yarns, or the heart-stirring strains of national ballads, while each countenance is lit with the ever-varying glow of the fire.
Upon this evening not only Head-quarters but the Regiment was exultant in the feast upon the fat of a rebellious land. To add to their comfort several large stacks of hay and straw had been deprived of their fair proportions, and preparations had been made for the enjoyment of rest upon beds that kings would envy, could they but have the sleepers" sound repose.
The morrow had been set apart as a day of rest--a fact known to the Regiment, and their fireside enjoyment was accordingly prolonged.
The camp, more than any other position in life, develops the greatest inconsistencies in poor human nature. The grumbler of the day"s march is very frequently the joker of the bivouac. The worse, at the expense of man"s better qualities, are rapidly strengthened, and the least particle of selfishness, however concealed by a generous nature at the period of enlistment, fearfully increases its power with every day of service. The writer remembers well a small, slightly-built, bow-legged fellow, who would murmur without ceasing upon the route, continually torment his officers for privilege to fall out of ranks to adjust his knapsack, fasten a belt, or some such like purpose, who, on the halt, would amuse his comrades for hours in performing gymnastic feats upon out-spread blankets. Another, who at home flourished deservedly under the sobriquet of "Clever Billy," became, in a few brief months of service, the most surly, snappish, and selfish of his mess.
Pipe in mouth, their troubles are puffed away in the gracefully ascending smoke. Many a non-user of the weed envies in moody silence the perfect satisfaction resting upon the features of his comrade thus engaged. Non-users are becoming rare birds in the army. So universal is the habit, that the pipe appears to belong to the equipment, and the tobacco-pouch, suspended from a b.u.t.ton-hole of the blouse, is so generally worn that one would suppose it to have been prescribed by the President as part of the uniform.
The crowd gathered about the Head-quarters had largely increased, and while luxuriating upon the straw, time pa.s.sed merrily. The Colonel, who never let an opportunity to improve the discipline of his command pa.s.s unimproved, seized the occasion of the presence of a large number of officers to impress upon them the necessity of greater control of the men upon the march. The easy, open, but orderly route-step of the Regulars was alluded to--their occupying the road alone, and not spread out and straggling like a drove of cattle. A stranger seeing our Volunteers upon the march would not give them credit for the soldierly qualities they really possess. Curiosity, so rampant in the Yankee, tempts him continually to wander from the ranks to one or other side of the road.
"Well, Colonel," said a tall Lieutenant, "the Regulars look prim and march well, but they have done little fighting, as yet, in this Army of the Potomac."
"You forget the Peninsula," replied the Colonel.
"Oh, there they were caught unexpectedly, and forced into it. In this Corps they are always in reserve; and that"s what their officers like,--everything in reserve but pay and promotion. It is rather doubtful whether they will fight."
"Ov coorse they"ll fight," said the little Irish Corporal, half rising from his straw on the outskirts of the crowd; "Ov coorse they will.
They"re nearly all my own countrymen. I know slathers of them; and did you iver in your born days know an Irishman that wouldn"t fight, anywhere, any time, and for anything, if he had anybody to fight?"
"And a quart of whiskey in him," interrupts the Adjutant. "As Burns says of the Scotch--
""Wi" Tippeny they fear nae evil, Wi" Usquebagh they"ll face the Devil.""
"Now, don"t be comparing an Irishman, if you plaze, Adjutant, to a scratch-back Scotchman. The raal Irishman has fire enough in his bluid; but there"s no denying a gla.s.s of potheen is the stuff to regulate it.
Talk about Rigulars or Volunteers fighting;--it"s the officers must do their duty, and there"s no fear thin of the men."
"What did you enlist for, anyway, Terence?" broke in a Second Lieutenant.
"It"s aisy seeing that it wasn"t for a Lieutenant"s pay," retorted Terence, to the amus.e.m.e.nt of the crowd, and then, as earnestness gathered upon his countenance, he continued: "I enlisted for revinge, and there"s little prospect of my seeing a chance for it."
"For revenge?" said several.
"Yis, for revinge. I had worked early and late at a liv"ry stable, like a nagur, to pay the pa.s.sage money of my only brother to this country.
Faith, he was a broth of a boy, the pride of all the McCarthy"s,"--tears welled in his eyes as he continued,--"just three years younger than mysilf, a light, ruddy, nately put togither lad as iver left the bogs; and talk about fightin"!--the divil was niver in him but in a fight, and thin you"d think he was all divil. That was Patrick"s sport, and fight he would, ivery chance, from the time whin he was a bit of a lad, ten years ould, and bunged the ould schoolteacher"s eyes in the parish school-house. Will, he got a good berth in a saloon in the Bowery, where they used Patrick in claning out the customers whin they got noisy, and he"d do it nately too, to the satisfaction of his employer. He did well till a recruiting Sergeant--bad luck to him--that knew the McCarthys in the ould country, found him out, and they drank and talked about ould times, and the Sergeant tould him that the army was the place for Irishmen,--that there would be lots of fightin". The chance of a fight took Patrick, and nixt day he left the city in a blouse, as Fourth Corporal in an Irish Rigiment, and a prouder looking chappie, as his own Captain tould me, niver marched down Broadway. And thin to think he was murthered by my own Gineral."
"Who? How was that?" interrupted half a dozen at once.
"Gineral Patterson, you see, to be shure."
"Why, Terence," broke in the Lieutenant, "you shouldn"t be so hard upon General Patterson; he"s of an Irish family."
"The Gineral an Irishman! Niver! Of an Irish family! must have been hundreds of years back, and the bluid spoiled long before it got into his veins, by bad whiskey or something worse. It takes the raal potheen, that smacks of the smoke of the still, to keep up the bluid of an Irishman. Rot-gut would ruin St. Patrick himself if he were alive and could be got to taste it. Gineral Patterson an Irishman! no, sir; or there would have been bluidy noses at Bunker"s Hill or Winchester, and that would have saved some at Bull Run."
"On with your story, Terence," said the crowd.
"Beggin" your pardon, there"s no story about it,--the blissid truth, ivery word of it.
"Will, you see, while our ould Colonel, under the Gineral"s orders, had me guarding a pratie patch--"
"Set an Irishman to guard a potato patch!" laughed the Second Lieutenant.
"It wasn"t much use," said Terence, smiling, "for they disappeared the first night, and the slim college student that was Sergeant of that relief was put under guard for telling the officer of the guard, next morning, that there had been a heavy dew that night, and it evaporated so fast that it took the praties along. We lived on praties next day, but the poor Sergeant had to foot the bill.