"When the hunter blows his horn his puppies will howl," answered d.i.c.k. "His men are scattered here and there and everywhere; but he knows where to find them, and if we ever meet those troops that are concentrating at Springfield, we"ll meet Tom Percival. You did a neighborly act when you shoved him your revolver. I wouldn"t have given much for you if that-man what"s his name?-Westall had found it out. Those Emergency men are nothing but robbers and murderers."
"That was about the idea I formed of them, and I say they ought to be put down if this war is going to be conducted on civilized principles. Where were you when Lyon captured that camp at St. Louis?"
"I was getting ready to go to Booneville. I was in that scrimmage and have smelled powder on half-a-dozen occasions."
"Was that a Secession camp or not?"
"Not as anybody knows of," replied d.i.c.k. "It was composed of the State militia which the Governor had ordered out for drill. Under the law he had a right to call them out."
"Now what"s the use of your trying any of your jokes on me?" demanded Rodney. "You don"t believe a word you have said, and I know it. Be honest now, and have done with your nonsense."
"Well, General Frost, who commanded the camp, a.s.sured Captain Lyon that he was not hostile to the government," answered d.i.c.k. "But when Lyon got hold of it, he found that the two main streets were named Davis and Beauregard; that a good portion of the men were in rebel uniform; and that they were mostly armed with government muskets which you Louisiana fellows stole out of the Baton Rouge a.r.s.enal. Lyon"s action in that matter was what caused the riots. I"ll say one thing in your private ear: The old flag floats over St. Louis and it"s going to stay there."
"I"m not going to get into any argument with you, but you will see that you are wrong. We must have that city in order to command the Mississippi to the Gulf. Wasn"t Jackson"s proposition and Price"s, that the State should remain neutral, a fair one?"
"That"s a question that will be settled when this war is over, and not before."
"How do you make that out?"
"If there is such a thing as State Rights, it was a fair proposition; if there isn"t, it wasn"t. It implies the right of a State to make terms with the government; and that is the very point we are wrangling over. There"s but one way to decide it, and that is by force of arms."
"Do you still think we are going to be whipped?"
"I am sure of it."
"And if we are, will you give up the doctrine of State Rights?"
"I"ll have to. I can"t do anything else. But such talk will lead us into argument, and you say you don"t want to argue. I have been in a fever of suspense ever since you sent that second telegram to my father in St. Louis. In it you said, in effect, that you would start up the river on the first boat; and father wrote me that when he got it, he was ready to dance."
"With delight?" asked Rodney.
"Not much. With apprehension. He supposed you were coming up with your whole company. You asked him, for the company, if Price would accept you, and he met Price on the street and showed him the dispatch. Price said he would be glad to do it; and when you sent word that you were coming, father thought, of course, that you were all coming, and he knew that if you did, Lyon would make prisoners of the last one of you the moment you touched the levee."
"Your father didn"t give us credit for much sense, did he?" said Rodney, with some disgust in his tones. "The boys wouldn"t come and so I had to come alone. I hope that second dispatch did not put your father to any trouble, but I was obliged to send it to throw those telegraph operators off my track and blind them to my real intentions. I suppose that St. Louis cotton-factor was on the watch?"
"Of course; and the minute he put his eyes on that roan colt, he would have pointed you and him out to the soldiers. Your second dispatch frightened father, but it did not put him to any trouble. About that time he received a hint that he was being watched, that he was believed to be hanging about the city for the purpose of picking up information that would do us rebels some good, and so he dug out. He"s at home now; and if we get a chance, we"ll ride down there some dark night. I should like to have you acquainted."
"Thank you. I"ll go any time you say the word; but why do you persist in speaking of our side as "rebels"? I say we are not. We simply desire to resume the powers which our forefathers were foolish enough to delegate to the general government. Why, the great State of New York, in adopting the Federal Const.i.tution, reserved the right to withdraw from the Union in case things were not run to suit her."
"Yes; but the great State of New York isn"t foolish enough to try any such game as that. She"d be whipped so quick that it would make her head swim; and that"s just what is going to happen to South Carolina. But you always was as obstinate as a mule, and. I don"t care to get into any argument with you."
Rodney Gray was now a full-fledged partisan; but the company to which he was attached was more like mounted infantry than cavalry, for with the exception of the commissioned officers, there was scarcely one among the men who was provided with a saber. The most of Price"s men were armed with shotguns and hunting rifles, and in some respects were superior to cavalry. They could move rapidly, fight as infantry, and if worsted in the engagement, jump on their horses and make a quick retreat. Their uniform was cadet gray with light blue slashings, and so nearly like the one that had been worn by the Barrington students, that all d.i.c.k Graham had to do to pa.s.s muster on dress parade was to add a sergeant"s chevrons to the old uniform he had worn at school. Rodney Gray was an "odd sheep in the flock," but d.i.c.k had two suits of clothes, one of which his friend Rodney always wore when he was on duty, for Captain Jones was somewhat particular, and wanted his men to appear well on post and when they were ordered out for drill. The mail-carrier who took Rodney"s first letter to his father from the camp, took also an order for a full outfit which was addressed to a merchant tailor in Little Rock. Being shut off from St. Louis by Lyon"s advancing troops, all the mail, with the exception of some secret correspondence which was kept up during the whole of the war, was sent by courier to Little Rock and New Madrid, and from these places forwarded to its destination in the South.
Rodney Gray arrived at Price"s camp during the latter part of June; and almost immediately became aware that preparations were being made for an event of some importance. There was much scouting going on, although he and d.i.c.k took no part in it, much to their regret, and now and then there was a skirmish reported. The junction of Price"s forces with those of Jackson and Rains, which Siegel hoped to prevent by a rapid march upon Neosho, took place at Carthage, as we have said; but in spite of this Siegel resolved to attack. He left Neosho on the 4th of July, and on the 6th, fought the battle of Carthage against a greatly superior force. Rodney"s regiment was in the thickest of it. It tried to outflank Siegel in order to seize his wagon train, but could not stand against the terrible cross-fire of the Union artillery, which mowed them down like blades of gra.s.s. The first man killed in Rodney"s company was the one who had given him that copy of the Richmond Whig. While charging at Rodney"s side he was struck in the breast by a piece of sh.e.l.l, and in falling almost knocked the Barrington boy out of his saddle. There was no time to be frightened or to think of lending a helping hand to his injured comrade, for the line in the rear was coming on, yelling like mad, and anything that opposed its progress would have been run down; anything, perhaps, except that well-managed battery on their right, whose steady, merciless fire was more than living men could endure. They broke and fled, and were not called into action again that day; for when Siegel, finding that he could not take the town, withdrew from the field for the purpose of effecting a junction with another Union force stationed at Mount Vernon, midway between Carthage and Springfield, the road he followed led through thick woods in which mounted troops could not operate. Here the Union commander, aided by his superior artillery and long range rifles, held his own until darkness came on and the Confederates retreated. It was a drawn battle. The Confederates did not dare renew the attack, and Siegel was afraid to hold the field long enough to give his weary troops a chance to rest. He marched all night and reached his destination the next day.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE CHARGE OF THE RANGERS.]
When the orderly sergeant of Rodney"s company came to make out his report, he found that there were six men missing out of seventy-three. One out of twelve was not a severe loss for an hour"s fight (when Picket"s five thousand made their useless charge at Gettysburg they lost seven men out of every nine), but it was enough to show Rodney that there was a dread reality in war. He told d.i.c.k Graham that as long as he lived he would never forget the expression that came upon the face of the comrade who fell at his side, the first man he had ever seen killed. He did not want to go to sleep that night, for fear that he would see that face again in his dreams.
"They say a fellow gets over feeling so after a while," was the way in which d.i.c.k sought to comfort and encourage him. "But I"ll tell you what"s a fact: I don"t believe that a man in full possession of his senses can ever go into action without being afraid."
General Lyon"s advance troops having been forced to retreat, the boys began to wonder what was to be the next thing on the programme, and it was not long before they found out. Notwithstanding the confident prediction of the captain who commanded the scouting party that had rescued him from the power of the Union men at Truman"s house (that fifteen thousand Confederates would be enough to meet and whip the twenty thousand Federals that Lyon was supposed to be concentrating at Springfield), Price began falling back toward Ca.s.sville, striving as he went to increase his force by fair means or foul. His mounted troopers carried things with a high hand. If a citizen, listening to their patriotic appeals, shouldered his gun, mounted his horse and went with them, he was a good fellow, a brave man, and his property was safe; but if he showed the least reluctance about "falling in," he was at once accused of being a Union man and treated accordingly. Price wanted fifty thousand men; but, as he afterward told the people of Missouri, less than five thousand, out of a male population of more than two hundred thousand, responded to his calls for help. It may or may not be a fact that that small number comprised all the men that were sworn into the State service; but it is a fact that he commanded more than eight thousand men at the battle of Carthage, and more than twenty thousand at the siege of Lexington. Price"s object in falling back toward Ca.s.sville was to meet McCulloch with his seven thousand four hundred men who were coming up from Arkansas to reinforce him, and to draw Lyon as far as possible from his base of supplies. These forces met at Crane Creek, and almost immediately there began a conflict of authority between Price and McCulloch, the former urging and the latter opposing an attack upon the Union troops at Springfield. The dispute was finally settled by General Polk, who sent an order all the way from Columbus, Kentucky, commanding McCulloch to advance at once. Observe that he did not include Price in the order, for at this period of the war the Confederate authorities respected State Rights after a fashion of their own (they did not even remove their capital from Montgomery to Richmond until Virginia had given them her gracious permission to do so), and gave no signs of a leaning toward the despotism which they established in less than twelve months.
Meanwhile General Lyon, whose position was one of the greatest danger, could not wait to be attacked. He had weakened his army by garrisoning all the places he seized during his advance and now he had only seven thousand troops left. Even this small force was rapidly growing less, for as fast as their terms of enlistment expired, they were permitted to return to their homes; provisions were getting scarce; and General Fremont, who had lately a.s.sumed command of the Western Department, could not send him any reinforcements from St. Louis. So the only thing the Union commander could do to stop the Confederate advance and extricate himself from the dangers with which he was surrounded, was to a.s.sume the offensive.
The historian tells us that there was something sublime in that bold march of Lyon on the night of the 9th of August, with a force of five thousand men, to Wilson"s Creek, to meet in the morning an army numbering anywhere between fifteen and twenty thousand. His only hope of success lay in a surprise; but there was where he was disappointed, for it so happened that at the time he made his advance, the enemy was making preparations to attack him on four sides at once; but while they were thinking about it, they were a.s.sailed by two columns, one in front and the other on the flank. This brought about the battle of Wilson"s Creek, which, next to Bull Run, was the severest engagement of the year. General Lyon was killed while leading a bayonet charge at the head of an Iowa regiment. Major Sturgis, on whom the command devolved, ordered a retreat after six hours of useless fighting, and the Confederates were too badly cut up to prevent his leisurely withdrawal. But, after all, that battle was a Union victory, for it "interposed a check against the combined armies of the Confederacy from which they could not readily recover." This one fight taught the "dashing Texan Ranger" McCulloch that there was a bit of difference between meeting a sterling Union soldier like Lyon, and a traitor like Twiggs who would surrender on demand, and a short time afterward he withdrew into Arkansas, leaving Price to continue the campaign, or disband his State troops and go home, just as he pleased. At least that is what history says about it; but when Rodney and d.i.c.k asked their captain why it was that the two armies separated after going to so much trouble to get together, the reason given was:
"We"re waiting for orders from the War Department at Richmond. It will take a good while for them to get here, and in the meantime we don"t want to impoverish the country. Price will stay here to watch the enemy, who have retreated toward Rolla, which is a hundred miles from here, and McCulloch will go into Arkansas to recruit his army. When the orders arrive we shall know what we are going to do next."
Of course it goes without saying that Rodney and d.i.c.k did soldiers" duty during the light at Wilson"s Creek and in the subsequent movements of Price"s troops, which resulted in the siege and capture of Lexington; but they did not see Tom Percival or hear of him, nor did they find opportunity to visit d.i.c.k Graham"s home.
While General Fremont was fortifying St. Louis so that he could hold it with a small force, and use the greater portion of his army in the movements he was planning against Price, the latter heard a piece of news that sent him Northward by rapid marches.
CHAPTER XVI.
THE CONSCRIPTION ACT.
Price"s men had not been long on the march before d.i.c.k Graham, who seemed to have a way of finding out things that were hidden from almost everybody else, told Rodney, confidentially, that their objective point was Warrensburg, and that Price"s motive in going there was to capture money to the amount of a hundred thousand dollars, which was being conveyed by a detachment of Federal troops to Lexington. The prospect of securing so valuable a prize was an incentive, and men who were so weary that the near approach of an enemy would not have kept them from falling out of the ranks, marched night and day without a murmur of complaint. Some of the way they moved at double-quick; but they might as well have spared themselves the pains, for when they reached Warrensburg they found the place deserted.
"This shows how impossible it is to trust anybody these times," said Rodney, in deep disgust.
Their regiment having gone into camp, the two friends were strolling about the town to see what they could find, and the first thing they discovered was not at all calculated to allay the indignation they felt at being outwitted by the vigilant Federals. It was a rough charcoal sketch on the wall of a building they pa.s.sed during their walk. It represented a lean, long-haired, ragged rebel dancing in an ecstacy of rage over an empty money-box. The soldier who drew the sketch was an artist of no mean order, and the picture told its story as plainly as words.
"It proves that the Yankees knew we were coming and what we were coming for," continued Rodney. "It"s an insult, and I hope we will not go back until we have thrashed them for it most soundly."
The army rested for two days at Warrensburg, and then moved upon Lexington, whither the money had been conveyed; but Rodney and d.i.c.k had no hopes of wearing the new uniforms and wrapping themselves in the warm blankets that their share of the hundred thousand would purchase for them, if they had it. They were afraid they wouldn"t get any of it, and this fear was confirmed when their advance guard was severely repulsed by less than half a regiment of Home Guards who were found strongly entrenched at Lexington. The attack, which was renewed on the 12th of September, after Colonel Mulligan arrived with his Irish brigade, bringing the strength of the garrison up to twenty-five hundred men, was even more disastrous than the first, and Price retired to wait until his supplies of ammunition could be brought up. He waited six days, and during that time not a soldier was thrown into the garrison, while Price saw his own army growing daily. Every man in the country for miles around, and every boy, too, who was strong enough to handle a gun, "rushed to Lexington to take part in the victory to which Price invited them." The few Union men there were left in that part of the State came with the rest, because it was the only thing they could do to save themselves and their property from the vengeance of the rebels. The real battle began on the 18th, and on the afternoon of the 20th, after fifty-two hours of constant fighting, when his ammunition and provisions were almost exhausted and his supply of water entirely cut off, the brave colonel, who afterward died on the field of Winchester
"And dying-"Lay me down And save the flag!" he cried,"
gave up the struggle, and surrendered a worn-out garrison of two thousand five hundred men to an army of more than twenty thousand. It was a grand victory-almost as grand as the one Beauregard won over Anderson at Fort Sumter. By it Price secured "a great number of stands of arms, a considerable quant.i.ty of ammunition, a vast amount of commissary stores, and nine hundred thousand dollars in hard cash." He did not abuse his power but paid tribute to the courage of the men who had so long resisted him by releasing the soldiers on parole, and keeping the officers only as prisoners.
Having accomplished his object and rallied to his standard all the scattered bands of partisans in Northern Missouri, and hearing that Fremont was advancing upon him, while Hardee, who was to support him by moving up the river from New Madrid, had been driven back, Price turned and ran, sending his mounted troopers to threaten several points at once, misleading the Federals who had hastily a.s.sembled to hara.s.s his rear, and thus securing an almost un.o.bstructed road for his retreat. These advance troopers had a few engagements, and Rodney and d.i.c.k took part in the most of them, but Price could neither be overtaken nor stopped. The two friends were among the first to ride into Neosho, a little town in the southwestern part of the State, toward which the march had been directed, and the first man they met gave them some information that struck them dumb with surprise and indignation. He was a farmer who had just sold a load of provisions to the soldiers, and he drove his empty wagon out of the road to let the regiment pa.s.s.
"We"re into the mud now as deep as the rest of "em," said he, as Rodney"s company rode by. "If Caroliny gets stretched up by the neck, we-uns will have to be stretched, too."
"What do you mean by that?" inquired Captain Jones.
"The Legislator is over there in that house," replied the farmer, "and they"ve just give out some kind of a paper saying that this State of Missoury don"t belong to the old Union no more, but is one of the Confedrit States of Ameriky."
"Do you mean that the State has seceded?" cried the captain, while his men looked at him and at one another as if they could not understand what the farmer was trying to tell them. "There"s cheek for you. Why, the whole of the State, except this part of it right around here, is over-run with Yankees."
"I don"t know nothing about that," replied the farmer; and he was obliged to turn around on his seat and shout the words, for Rodney"s company had been riding straight ahead all the time. "It"s only what I heard. Mebbe you"ll find somebody up the street that can tell you all about it."
The story was so improbable that the boys could not make up their minds to believe it. The Legislature, which had run almost as far as it could get without going over the line into Arkansas, had no authority over the State, three-fourths of whose territory was under the control of the Union forces, and level-headed d.i.c.k Graham did not hesitate to say, in the presence and hearing of his captain, that if the Legislature had pa.s.sed an Act of Secession, they were idiots, the last one of them. But the Confederate authorities Were given to doing foolish things. Read the proclamation Jefferson Davis issued from Danville while he was running for his life!
"If that is true we are in a pretty fix," said Rodney, as soon as he could speak. "I came up here to keep out of the Confederate army, and now I am made a Confederate in spite of myself. And so are you. You are under control of the government at Richmond now, and next week you may be ordered to Virginia."
"But I"ll not go," exclaimed d.i.c.k. "I"ll serve right where I am until my time is out, and then I"ll go home. But look here. The Richmond government can"t order me out of Missouri without violating the very principle we are fighting for-State Rights. They can ask me to go, but just see how utterly inconsistent they will be if they try to compel me to go."
"I hope you are right, but I wouldn"t be afraid to bet anything I"ve got that you are wrong," answered Rodney; and his friend"s words did not in the least encourage him. "That would be the right way to do things, but you ought to see that it wouldn"t be sensible. What"s the use of having Confederate soldiers if they are not to obey the orders of the Confederate government? If it suits them to do it, those fellows in Richmond will ride rough-shod over State Rights."