First came a famished dog, sniffing and nosing around. His appearance filled the Deacon with alarm. Here was danger to his hidden stock that he had not thought of. He took his resolution at once. Decoying the cur near him he fastened a sinewy hand upon his neck, cut his throat with his jack-knife, and dragged the carca.s.s some distance away from the corn-crib.
"I"ll git a mattock and shovel and bury it after awhile," he murmured to himself, as he returned and washed his hands. "He"s settled for good, any way. He won"t be snoopin" around steal in" my chickens. I hope there hain"t no more measly hounds around. Should"ve thought they wuz all starved out long ago. My! but that chicken does smell so nice. How Si and Shorty will enjoy it. It"ll build "em right up. I"d like awfully to take some of it myself, but they"ll need every drop, poor fellows."
He got a spoon, and tested some of the broth appreciatively.
"Mother"d done much better, at home in her own kitchen, or anywhere you could"ve put her, than me with my clumsy ways," he continued, "but she never cooked anything that"ll taste better to them boys."
A negro cook appeared, with a tin cup in his hand.
"Afo" de Lawd, Boss, is. .h.i.t you dat"s cookin" dat chicking? I done smelled hit more"n a miled away, and hab been huntin" foh hit all ober camp. Say, Boss, foh de Lawd"s sake, jist gib me a little teenty, weenty sup in dis heah tin cup for my boss. He"s an ossifer, an" is layin"
in de ossifer"s horsepitol ober dar. Hit"ll do him a powerful sight ob good."
"Awful Sorry, my friend," said the Deacon, hardening his heart, "but I haven"t a bit to spare. Hain"t got as much as I need for my own son and his partner. I couldn"t spare a mouthful for the General o" the army even. Let your Colonel or Major sendout men to git chickens for himself."
"My boss"ll be powehful disappunted," said the negro, with his big, white eyes full of tears. "He"s powehful weak, foh sartin. A leetle sup ob broth"d do him an everlastin" world ob good. He ain"t no Kunnel or Majah. He"s only a Cappen Cappen McGillicuddy, ob the 200th Injianny."
"Capt. McGillicuddy, o" the 200th Injianny," said the Deacon, much moved. "You Bay you"re Capt. McGillicuddy"s man?"
"Yes, boss."
"And he"s layin" very low over in a tent there?"
"Yes, boss. Got shot in de thigh in de battle, an" den had de feber.
He"s de very best man in de world, and I"d do ennyt"ing to help him.
He"s jest starvin" to def. I can"t git nuffin" dat"ll lay on his stummick, and stick to his ribs. I"ve done ransacked de hull camp and de country clean up to Jineral Bragg"s Headquartehs. De tings dat I couldn"t git wuz eider chained down, or had a man wid a gun ober dem.
Foh Gawd"s sake, boss, jist gib me a half a cupful for him."
"There"s no man in the world I"d rather help than Capt. McGillicuddy,"
said the Deacon. "He"s bin a mighty good friend to my son. I know that Si and Shorty"d divide their last crumb with him. Look here, Sambo, if I give you a cupful o" this broth and a piece o" the meat, will you git down on your knees and swear you"ll take every bit straight to him, and not take even a smidjin of it for your self?"
"De Lawd be praised and magnified foreber, but I will," said the negro, dropping on his knees and holding up his hand. "Swar me on a pile o"
Bibles big as a haystack. I"d radder go to h.e.l.l on my knees backward dan tech de fust drap ob dat. I"s too anxious to hab Cappen McGillicuddy git well, so I is. What"d become ob dis pore niggeh if he should die?
No, indeedy. Hope I"ll drap dead in my tracks if I taste de least wee morssel."
"I"m goin" to trust you," said the Deacon, stirring up the savory mess, ladling out a generous cupful, adding a drumstick, and covering the cup with a piece of paper. "Now, carry it carefully. Every drop"s worth its weight in gold."
The Deacon looked a little regretful at the shrinking of the contents of the kettle, made by taking out the cupful, and said:
"Mebbe I oughtn"t "ve done it. The boys need every spoonful. But if it"d bin themselves, I know they"d have given their Captain more"n I did. He is twice blessed that giveth, and probably they"ll git more somehow on account o" what I"ve given away. But I mustn"t give any more."
"Say, Mister," said a very feeble voice at his elbow, "can"t you give me a cupful o" that? It smells so good. It smells like home. I smelled it away over there in the tent, and it seemed to me that if I could get some of it I"d certainly get well, though they all say they think there"s no hope for me. I crawled out of the tent and come while the nurse was asleep and wasn"t watching. They won"t let me get upon my feet when they"re watching me, but I fooled them this time."
As he spoke, he sank down from sheer exhaustion, but still held out his cup imploringly, while an in tense longing filled his great, blue eyes.
The Deacon looked pityingly at him. His wan face was fair and delicate as a girl"s, and even be fore disease had wasted him he had been very tall and slender. Now his uniform flapped around his shrunken body and limbs.
The Deacon could not stand the appeal of those great, plaintive eyes and that wasted form.
"The Lord blesses the giver," he said, taking the cup from the thin hand, and proceeding to fill it from the kettle. "It may be that my own son will have the more from what I give this poor sick boy. It may be bread cast upon the waters. At any rate, I"m goin" to take the chances.
There"s still enough left for one meal for Si and Shorty, and I"ve four chickens left. After that the Lord"ll provide. I"ll do this in His name, and I"ll trust Him. There, my boy, let the cup set on the ground till it cools, and then drink it, and here"s a piece o" bread to go with it."
The boy could scarcely wait for the cooling, and his swimming eyes expressed a grat.i.tude that no words could convey.
"Here, pardner, I"ll take a cupful o" that "ere, too," said a frazzled and frowsy teamster, shambling up through the half-light of the dawn.
"I smelled it, and follered my nose till it brung me here. My, but it smells good! Jest fill my cup, and I"ll do as much for you some time when you"re hungry."
"Go away, Groundhog," said the Deacon, recognizing him. "I"ve only got a little here for Si and Shorty. I hain"t a spoonful left for myself, and none to give away. Go and get your own chickens, and bile "em yourself."
"Can"t have any, eh?" said Groundhog, swagger ing up. "We"ll see about that, old man. I watched you givin" away to that n.i.g.g.e.r, and this little dead-beat here, but you hain"t none to give me, who is doin" hard work for the army, and helpin" keep "em from starvin". If you"ve got enough for that n.i.g.g.e.r and that whinin" boy you"ve got enough for me, and I"m goin" to have it, for I need it."
"You"re not goin" to have a dumbed spoonful, Groundhog. Go away. I hain"t enough for Si and Shorty, I tell you. Go away."
"And I tell you I need it more"n they do, for I"m workin" for the whole army, while they"re layin" around, makin" out they"re sick. You give me a cupful o" that and I"ll go away and make no trouble.
"If you don"t I"ll kick the whole kettle over. An old fool citizen like you "s got no business in camp, any way, and no right to be havin"
things that ought to go to the laborin" men."
And he raised his foot threateningly.
The Deacon laid down the spoon with which he had been stirring the broth, and doubling up his mighty fist, placed himself between Groundhog and the kettle, and said:
[Ill.u.s.tration: "IF YOU DON"T SKIP OUT o" HERE THIS MINUTE I"LL BUST YOUR HEAD AS I WOULD A PUNKIN." 264]
"Groundhog, I"m an old man, and always have bin a man o" peace. I don"t believe in no kind o" fightin", nor molestin" no one. I belong to church, and "ve always tried to lead a Christian life. But if you don"t skip out o" here this minute, I"ll bust your head as I would a punkin."
Groundhog retreated a few steps, but still kept up a show of determination.
"What are you foolin" with the ole hayseed for?" said another teamster, coming up behind Groundhog. "Slap the old hawbuck over, s.n.a.t.c.h up the kittle and run with it. I"ll do it if you don"t."
"Go for "em, Deacon; I"m with you. We kin lick both of "em," shouted Shorty, who had been awakened by the noise of the dispute, and came tottering out, trying to raise a stick of wood for a club.
At that moment a rebel cannon roared on Lookout Mountain, just over them, and the wicked screech of a sh.e.l.l cleft the air. Both of the team sters dropped on the ground in a paralysis of fear.
"The rebels "ve got a new battery planted on the mountain," said Shorty, turning to study the smoke that drifted away, in order to get its location.
"The sh.e.l.l struck right over there, and hain"t bursted yet," said the sick boy, looking up from sipping his broth, and pointing to a spot a short distance away. "I can hear the hissing of the fuse."
The teamsters sprang up like jacks-in-the-box, and ran with all the power of their legs. By the time the explosion came they were hundreds of yards away.
A column of dirt and stones was thrown up, of which a little sprinkle reached the fire. Thousands of voices yelled derisively at the rebel gunner.
"They"re shootin" wuss and wuss every day," remarked Shorty, after judicially considering the shot and making comparison with its predecessors. "They"ll git so after awhile that they can"t hit the Tennessee Valley."
"Shorty," said the Deacon, "take this revolver and watch that kittle while I wash Si"s face, and git him ready for his breakfast. If you let anybody git away with it you lose your breakfast. If I ever go into restaurantin" for a bizniss, I"m goin" to find a quieter neighborhood than Chattanoogy. I ain"t exactly grumblin", so to speak, but there"s enough excitement before breakfast every mornin" to last me a full year."