Co. Q was in a ferment over the wedding, with everybody eager to do something to help make it a grand success, and to fill the hearts of the other companies with envy. The first and greatest problem was to provide the bridegroom with a uniform in which to be married. The Quartermaster"s wagons were no one knew exactly where, but certainly a day or more back on the road, and no one had started out on the campaign with any extra clothing. Shorty, who considered himself directly responsible for the success of the affair, was for awhile in despair. He was only deterred from stealing a pair of the Colonel"s trousers by the timely thought that it would, after all, be highly improper for a private to be wearing a pair of pantaloons with a gold cord. Then he resolved to make a sacrifice of himself. He was the nearest Nate"s proportions of any man in the company, and he had drawn a new pair of trousers just before starting on the march. They had as yet gotten very slightly soiled. He went to the spring and laboriously washed them until they were as bright as new, and, after they were dried, insisted on Nate trading pantaloons with him. A new blouse was more readily found, and as readily contributed by its owner. Si freely gave up his sole extra shirt, and another donated a pair of reserve shoes. The Adjutant came in with a McClellan cap. When the company barber cut Nate"s long hair, and shaved him, he was arrayed in his wedding uniform, and as Si had given him a little drill in holding him self erect, he was as presentable a soldier as could be found in the regiment, and quite as proud of himself as the boys of Co. Q were of him. Then an other despairing thought struck Shorty:
""Tain"t right," he communed with Si and the rest, "that the bridegroom should have all the good clothes. The bride should have the boss togs o" the two. If we was only back near Nashville she should have a layout that"d out-rag the Queen o" Sheby, if it took every cent there was in the company. But I don"t suppose you could buy a yard o" kaliker or a st.i.tch o" finery within 50 miles o" this clayk.n.o.b."
"What we might do," said Si reflectively, "would be to give her her trowso futuriously, so to speak. We"ve just bin paid off, and hain"t had no chance to spend our money, so that all the boys has some. Every one o" "em "ll be glad to give a dollar, which you kin hand her in a little speech, tellin" her that we intended to present her with her trowso, but circ.u.mstances over which we had no control, mainly the distance to a milliner shop, prevented, but we would hereby present her with the means to git it whenever convenient, and she could satisfy herself much better by picking it out her ownself. You want to recollect that word trowso.
It"s the elegant thing for a woman"s wedding finery, and if you use it you"ll save yourself from mentioning things that you don"t know nothin"
about, and probably oughtn"t to mention. My sisters learned it to me. A girl who"d bin at boarding-school learned them."
"Good idee," said Shorty, slapping his leg. "I"ll go right out and collect a dollar from each of the boys. Say that word over agin, till I git it sure."
Shorty came back in a little while with his hands full of greenbacks "Every boy ponied right up the moment I spoke to him," he said. "And the Captain and Adjutant each gave $5. She"s got money enough to buy out the best milliner shop in this part o" Tennessee."
Next came thoughts of a wedding-supper for the bride"s friends. The Colonel took the view that the large number of recruits which he expected to gain justified him in ordering the Commissary to issue a liberal quant.i.ty of rations. Two large iron wash-kettles were scoured out one used to make coffee in and the other to boil meat, while there was sugar and hardtack in abundance. The mountains were covered with royal blooms of rhododendron, and at the Adjutant"s suggestion enough of these were cut to fill every nook and corner of the main room of the house, hiding the rough logs and dark corners with ma.s.ses of splendid color, much to the astonish ment of the bride, who had never before thought of rhododendrons as a feature of house adornment.
Then, just before 6 o"clock roll-call, Co. Q, with every man in it cleaned up as for dress-parade, with Nathan Hartburn at the head, supported on either side by Si and Shorty, and flanked by the Adjutant and Chaplain, marched up the hill to the house, led by the fifers and drummers, playing the reveille, "When the Cruel War is Over," "Yankee Doodle," and everything else in their limited repertory which they could think as at all appropriate to the occasion. The rest of the regiment, with most of the officers, followed after.
The Chaplain took his place in front of the rhododendron-filled fireplace. The bride and groom stood before him, with Si and Shorty in support. All of Co. Q crowded into the room, and the rest looked through the windows and doors. The Chaplain spoke the words which made the young couple man and wife, and handed them a certificate to that effect.
Shorty then advanced, with his hand full of greenbacks, and said:
"Missis Hartburn: Co. Q of the 200th Ind., of which you are now a brevet member, has appointed me to present their congratulations. We extend to you the right hand of fellership of as fine a crowd o" soldiers as ever busted caps on any field of battle. We"re very glad to have your young husband with us. We"ll take care of him, treat him right, and bring him back to you crowned with the laurels of victory. You just bet your life we will. That"s our way o" doin" things. Madam, Co. Q very much wished to present you with a trou-- trou-- tro-- what is that blamed word, Si?"
"Trowso," whispered Si--
"with a trowso," continued Shorty, "but circ.u.mstances and about 150 mile o" mud road over which we have no control prevented. To show, though, that we really meant business, and ain"t givin" you no wind, we have collected the skads for a regular 24-carat trow-- trous-- trows-- trou-- tro-- (blamed the dinged word, what is it, Si?)"
"Trowso," prompted Si
"for a regler 24-carat trowso which I have the pleasure o" putting in your lily-white hands, at the same time wishin" for the company, for you and your husband, all happiness and joy in your married "life. No more, from yours truly."
Shorty"s brow was beaded with perspiration as he concluded this intellectual effort and handed the bride the money, which she accepted, as she had done everything else on that eventful day, as some thing that she was expected to do. The company applauded as if it had been a speech by Daniel Webster, and then the supper-table was attacked.
Then came pipes, and presently the brigade band came over and serenaded.
A fiddle was produced from somewhere, and a dance started. Suddenly came the notes of a drum in camp.
"Early for tattoo, ain"t it?" said they, looking inquiringly at one another.
"That"s no "tattoo," said Shorty; "that"s the long roll. Break for camp, everybody."
CHAPTER XI. THE MOUNTAIN FOLK
THE SHADOW OF AN EAST TENNESSEE VENDETTA.
THE long roll turned out to be occasioned by the burning of a Union Tennesseean"s house by a squad of revengeful guerrillas, but the regiment had to stay under arms until a party of cavalry went out and made an investigation. The men stacked their arms, and lay around on the ground to get what sleep was possible, and which was a good deal, for the night was pleasant, and there are worse beds than the mossy hillside on a July night.
"Too bad that your weddin" night had to be broken up so," said Si sympathetically, as he and Shorty and the bridegroom sat together on a knoll and watched the distant flames. "But you needn"t "ve come with us this time; n.o.body expected you to."
"Why, I s"posed this wuz part o" the regler thing," answered Nate in amazement. "I s"posed that wuz the way yo"uns allers married folkses in the army. Allers something happens at weddin"s down hyah. Mos"
ginerully hit"s a free fout betwixt the young fellers o" the bride"s an"
bridegroom"s famblies, from "sputin" which fambly"s made the best match.
When Brother Wils married Becky Barnstable we Hartburn boys said that Wils mout-ve looked higher. The Barnstable boys done tuk hit up, an"
said the Barnstables wuz ez good ez the Hartburns ary day in the week, an" at the weddin" Nels Barnstable had his eye gouged out, Ike Barnstable wuz knocked down with a flail, an" had what the doctor called discussion o" the brain, and ole Sandy Barnstable cut off Pete Hartburn"s ear with a bowie. They-uns reopened the argyment at the infair, an" laid out two o" the Hartburns with ox-gads. I don"t think they orter used ox-gads. Tain"t gentlemanly. D"ye think so? Knives, an" pistols, an" guns, an" even flails an" axes, is all right, when you can"t git nothin" better, but I think ox-gads is low an" onery."
Si and Shorty looked at the gentle, drawling, mild-eyed young Tennesseean with amazement. A young girl could not have seemed softer or more pliant, yet he quietly talked of savage fighting as one of the most casual things in life.
"Well," said Shorty, "if that"s the way you celebrat weddin"s and in-fairs down here in Tennessee, I don"t wonder that you welcome a battle for a change. I think I"d prefer a debate with guns to one with axes and flails and anything that"d come handy. It"s more reg"ler to have umpires and referees, and the thing conducted accordin" to the rules of the P. R. Then when you git through you know for sure who"s licked."
"Jist "cordin" t" how one"s raised," remarked Nate philosophically.
"I"ve allers done seed a big furse o" some kind at a weddin". Don"t all yo"uns have none at yo"uns"s weddin"s?"
"Nothin" worse"n gittin" the girl"s dad to consent," answered Shorty, "and scratchin" "round to git the money to git married on to buy a new suit o" clothes, fee the preacher, pay for the license, and start housekeepin". That"s enough for one lifetime."
"Well, mam an" the gals made Wils"s weddin" cloze," said Nate reflectively. "He had his own sheep, which he sheared in the Spring.
They"uns carded, spun, dyed, an" wove the wool themselves, an" made him the purtiest suit o" cloze ever seed on the mountings."
"Your mother and sisters goin" to make your weddin" suit, Si?" asked Shorty. "What"d he have to pay for the license?"
"License? What"s that?" asked Nate.
"License? Why, a license," explained Si, "is something you git from the County Clerk. It"s leave to git married, and published in the County paper."
"Don"t have t" have no leave from n.o.body down here t" git married. Hit"s n.o.body"s business but the man"s an" the gal"s, an" they"uns"s famblies.
Some times other folkses tries t" stick their noses in, but they"uns git sot down upon."
"What"d he pay the preacher?" asked Shorty.
"Why, mam gin his wife a hank o" fine stockin" yarn, an" dad gin him a couple sides o" bacon."
"At present prices o" pork in Injianny," remarked Si, after a little mental figuring, "that wasn"t such a bad fee."
"If you speak to the Captain," suggested Si, "he"ll let you go back home to your wife. I don"t believe there"s goin" to be anything special to-night. The cavalry don"t seem to be stirrin" up nothin out there."
"I don"t keer t"," said Nate, in his sweet, girlish drawl. "Ruther stay with yo"all. Mout somethin" happen. Biff Perkins an" his gang o" gorillers is out thar somewhar, not fur off, huntin" a chance fur deviltry. I"d like mouty t" git a whack at they"uns. Nance"ll keep.
She"s mine now, fast an" good, for ever, an"ll wait fur me. Afore we wuz spliced I wuz afeered Zach Barnstable mout work some contrivance t" git her, but now she belongs t" me."
The boys took him to their hearts more than ever.
At the coming of the early dawn the regiment was aroused and marched back to camp, there to meet orders to move forward at once, as soon as breakfast was prepared and eaten. Away it marched for the Tennessee River, behind which Bragg was supposed to be gathering his forces for the defense of Chattanooga.
As Co. Q went by the cabin, Grandfather Onslow was seated in a rocking-chair on the porch, smoking a cob pipe, while Mrs. Nancy Onslow Hartburn, with her finger bashfully in her mouth, peeped around the corner. Co. Q gave her a cheer, at which she turned and fled out of sight, as if it was some raillery on her newly-married state, and Nate hung down his head, as if he, too, felt the boys were poking fun at him.
"Good-by, boys. Lick the life outen Ole Bragg," quavered Grandfather Onslow, waving his hand after them.
"That"s what we"re goin" to do," shouted the boys in reply.
"Well," said Si, "I bet if ever I"m married I"ll kiss my wife before I go away."
"Me, too," echoed Shorty, very soulfully.