They fell to with a will, even the Captain a.s.sisting, and, after a good deal of trouble and more cut hands, succeeded in getting the piece of tin on top of the pen and bent down across the ridge-pole. Si and Shorty proceeded to secure it in place by putting other poles across it and fastening them down with ropes and strips of bark to the lower logs.
"Your broad cornice is aristocratic, as you say," said the Captain, "but I"m afraid it"ll catch the wind, and tip your house over in some big storm."
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"That"s so," admitted Shorty; "but a feller that puts on airs always has to take some chances. I don"t want people to think that we are mean and stingy about a little tin, so I guess we"ll keep her just as she is."
The next day they borrowed a saw from the Pioneers, cut out a hole for the door, and another for the fireplace. They made a frame for the door out of pieces of cracker-boxes, and hung up their bit of canvas for a door. They filled up the s.p.a.ces be tween the logs with pieces of wood, and then daubed clay on until they had the walls tight. They gathered up stones and built a commodious fireplace, daubing it all over with clay, until it was wind and water tight.
"What are we goin" to do for a chimney, Si?" said{135} Shorty, as their fireplace became about breast-high. "Build one o" sticks, like these rebels around here? That"ll be an awful lot o" work."
[Ill.u.s.tration: SOLID COMFORT. 135]
"I"ve had an idee," said Si. "I ain"t goin" to let{136} you do all the thinkin", even if you are a born architect. When I was helpin" draw rations yesterday, I looked at the pork barrels, and got an idee that one of them"d make a good chimney. I spoke to Bill Suggs, the Commissary-Sergeant, about it, and he agreed to save me a barrel when it was empty, which it must be about now. I"ll go down and see him about it."
Si presently came back rolling the empty barrel. They knocked the bottom out, carefully plastered it over inside with clay, and set it up on their fireplace, and made the joints with more clay. It made a splendid chimney. They washed the clay off their hands, built a cheerful fire inside, cooked a bountiful supper, and ate it in the light and comfort of their own fireside. It was now Sat.u.r.day night. They had had a week of severer toil than they had ever dreamed of performing at home, but its reward was ample.
"Ah," said Shorty, as he sat on a chunk of wood, pipe in mouth, and absorbed the warmth, "this is something like home and home comforts.
It"s more like white livin" than I"ve had since I"ve bin in the army.
Let"s act like men and Christians tomorrow, by not doin" a lick o" work o" any kind. Let"s lay abed late, and then wash up all over, and go to hear the Chaplain preach."
"Agreed," said Si, as he spread out their blankets for the night.
It had been threatening weather all day, and now the rain came down with a rush.
"Ain"t that music, now," said Shorty, listening to the patter on the roof. "Nothin" sounds so sweet as{137} rain upon a tin roof. Let it rain cats and dogs, if it wants to. The harder the better. Si, there"s nothin" so healthy to sleep under as a tin roof. I"ll never have anything but a tin roof on my house when I git home. And we"ve got the only tin roof in the regiment. Think o" that." But Si was too sleepy to think.
CHAPTER XII. ADDING TO THEIR COMFORT
MAKING ADDITIONS AND IMPROVEMENTS TO THEIR "HOME."
SI AND Shorty kept Sunday as planned. They really did not know how tired they were until they formed the resolution to give the day to absolute restfulness. Then every joint and muscle ached from the arduous toil of the past week, added to the strains and hardships of a week of battle.
"Used to seem to me," said Shorty, "that when Sunday come after the first week"s plowin" in Spring that I had a bile in every limb. Now I appear to have one in every j"int, and in my brains as well. I didn"t ever suppose that I could be so tired, and yit be able to set up and take nourishment."
"Same here," said Si. "Feel as if I ought to be wrapped in cotton battin" an" sweet oil, an" laid away for awhile."
The only thing about them which did not show deadly la.s.situde was their appet.i.tes. Fortunately, the Commissary took a liberal view of the Regulations as to rations, issuing enough to make up for those they had not drawn during the times when his department was not in working order.
They ate all these and wanted more.
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The Quartermaster had also succeeded in re-establishing relations. They drew from him new{139} under-clothing to replace that which they had lost, took a thorough wash the first good one they had had since Christmas morning, beat and brushed much of the acc.u.mulated mud representing every variety of{140} soil between Murfreesboro" and Nashville out of their clothes, cleaned and greased their heavy brogans, and went with their comrades to divine service, feeling that they had made every provision required for a proper observance of the holy day.
Si had a really fine baritone voice, and led the meeting in singing
"Am I a soldier of the cross?"
After church Shorty said:
"Si, when you were singing so loud about being a soldier of the cross and a follower of the Lamb I wanted to git right up and tell you that you"d have to git a transfer from the 200th Ind. We"ve lots of cross soldiers, especially on mud marches, but we don"t want any soldiers in this regiment except for the Const.i.tution of the United States and the laws made in pursuance thereof, against all enemies and opposers whatsoever, either foreign or domestic. An" as for follerin" the lamb, you know as well as I do the orders agin foragin"."
"O, dry up, Shorty. I don"t believe going to church done you a mite o"
good. I tell you it done me lots."
"There you"re mistaken," answered Shorty. "It just done me lots o" good.
Kind o" restored communications with home and respectable folks once more, an" made me think I still belonged to what the jographies call civilized and partially-civilized people, something that we seem in great danger o" forgettin", the way we"ve bin goin" on."
The good Chaplain"s fervent appeals to devote the{141} day to earnest consideration of their soul"s welfare could not keep them from spending the hours in planning and discussing further improvements on the house.
"We must have a real door," said Shorty, looking critically at the strip of canvas that did duty for that important adjunct. "Muslin looks shiftless, an", besides, I think it"s unhealthy. Lets in drafts, an"
will give us colds."
"Too bad about our ketchin" cold," said Si sardonically. "Most o" the time lately we"ve bin sleepin" out with nothin" around us but the State line of Tennessee."
"Don"t be too flip, young man," said Shorty severely. "You have not had a home with its blessin"s long enough to appreciate it. I say we must have a real door an" a winder that"ll let in light, an" a bedstead, an"
a floor o" planks."
"We ought to have "em, certainly," agreed Si. "But must have "em is quite another thing. How are we goin" to git "em? There"s 40,000 men around here, s.n.a.t.c.hin" at every piece o" plank as big as your hand."
"Well," retorted Shorty, "we"re goin" to have a real door, a winder, and a plank floor, all the same. They"re to be had somewhere in this country, an" they"ll have to run mighty hard to git away from us."
The next morning the Orderly-Sergeant said:
"Corp"l Klegg, you"ll take five men, go down to the railroad, and report to the Commissary to load the wagon with rations."
Si took Shorty and four others and started off on{142} this errand. He was soon so busy rolling heavy pork barrels from the car into the wagon that he failed to notice that Shorty was not with him. Finally they got the wagon loaded and started, with them walking alongside, puffing and sweating from their vigorous labor.
They were not 100 yards away from the train, when the Conductor came storming up:
"See here, Lieutenant," he said to the Commissary, "some o" them men o"
yours sneaked around and stole the hind door off my caboose while you was loading up."
"I don"t believe a word of it," said the Commissary, firing up at once.
"Mine ain"t that kind of men. I"d have you know they don"t steal. What reason have you for saying so?"
"The door was on the car when I came out to meet you, and now it"s gone, and there"s been no body near the caboose but your men."
"I know my men were working hard all the time right under my eyes," said the Lieutenant, growing angrier every minute. "They"re not the men to steal anything, and if they were they didn"t have any chance. They were too busy. You can satisfy yourself that they didn"t. You see none of them have the door with them, and you can search the wagon. Get right in there and look for it."
The Conductor climbed into the wagon and looked carefully through.
"No, it"s not there," he said ruefully.
Then the Commissary"s wrath flamed out. "There, confound you, you are at it again, you infernal civilian, slandering and abusing men who are fighting{143} for their country. Charging them with stealing your old caboose door. Think of your disgraceful impudence, villifying men who are shedding their blood for their country by such shameless charges.{144}