"No, sir! I gave the command according to Hardee, "Load--in--nine--times!" and ef yer hadn"t bin in such a hurry you"d "a"
found out what that means. Yer"ll git along a good deal faster ef you"ll go slower. Yer ought ter be made ter carry a rail, and a big one, for two hours."
Si protested that he was sorry, and didn"t mean to, and wouldn"t do so again, and the drill went on. The master went through all the nine "times" of "Handle--Cartridge!" "Draw--Rammer!" etc., each with its two or three "motions." It seemed like nonsense to Si.
"Boss," said he, "I kin get "er loaded in just half the time ef yer"ll let me do it my own way!"
"Silence!"" thundered the Sergeant. "If you speak another word I"ll have ye gagged "n" tied up by the thumbs!"
Si had always been used to speaking right out when he had anything to say, and had not yet got his "unruly member" under thorough subjection.
He saw that it wouldn"t do to fool with the Drill Sergeant, however, and he held his peace. But Si kept thinking that if he got into a fight he would ram in the cartridge and fire them out as fast as he could, without bothering his head about the "one time and three motions."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "FIX--BAYONETS!" 069 ]
"Order--Arms!" commanded the Sergeant, after he had explained how it was to be done. Si brought his gun down along with the rest like a pile-driver, and it landed squarely on the foot of the man next to him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: BROUGHT HIS GUN DOWN ON THE MAN"S FOOT 065 ]
"Ou-ou-ouch!" remarked the victim of Si"s inexperience.
"Didn"t do it a"purpose, pard," said Si compa.s.sionately; ""pon my word I didn"t. I"ll be more keerful after this."
His suffering comrade, in very pointed language, urged upon Si the propriety of exercising a little more care. He determined that he would manage to get some other fellow to stand next to Si after that.
"Shoulder--Arms!" ordered the Sergeant, and the guns came straggling up into position. Then, after a few words of instruction, "Right shoulder shift--Arms!"
"Don"t you know your right shoulder?" said the Sergeant, with a good deal of vinegar in his tone, to Si, who had his gun on the "larboard"
side, as a sailor would say.
"Beg yer pardon," said Si; "I always was lefthanded. I"ll learn if yer only gimme a show!"
"Silence!" again roared the Sergeant. "One more word, sir, and I will tie ye up, fer a fact!"
The Sergeant got his squad down to an "order arms" again, and then, after showing them how, he gave the order, "Fix--Bayonets!"
There was the usual clicking and clattering, during which Si dexterously managed to stick his bayonet into the eye of his comrade, whose toes were still aching from the blow of the b.u.t.t of Si"s musket. Si a.s.sured him he was sorry, and that it was all a mistake, but his comrade thought the limit of patience had been pa.s.sed. So he confidently informed Si that as soon as drill was over he was going to "pound the stuffin"" out of him, and there wouldn"t be any mistake about it, either.
When the hour was up the Captain of the company came around to see how the boys were getting along. The upshot of it was that poor Si was immediately organized into an "awkward squad" all by himself, and drilled an extra hour.
"We"ll see, Mr. Klegg," said the Captain, "if you can"t learn to handle your arms without mashing the toes and stabbing the eyes out of the rest of the company."
CHAPTER VIII. ON COMPANY DRILL
SI GETS TANGLED IN THE MAZES OF THE EVOLUTIONS.
"ALL in for company drill!"
These words struck the unwilling ears of Co. Q, 200th Ind., the next time Buell halted his army to draw a long breath.
"Wish somebody would shoot that durned Orderly," muttered Si Klegg. "For two cents I"d do it myself."
"Don"t do it, Si," admonished Shorty, "They"d git another one that"d be just as bad. All orderlies are cusses."
Si believed it would be a case of justifiable homicide, and, if the truth must be told, this feeling was largely shared by the other members of the company. For more than a week the boys had been tramping over a "macadamized" Kentucky pike. Feet were plentifully decorated with blisters, legs were stiff and sore, and joints almost refused to perform their functions.
It had rained nearly all the previous day, and the disgusted Hoosiers of the 200th went sloshing along, wet to the skin, for 20 dreary miles.
With that diabolical care and method that were generally practiced at such times, the Generals selected the worst possible locations for the camps. The 200th was turned into a cornfield, where the men sank over their shoetops in mud, and were ordered to bivouac for the night. The wagons didn"t get up at all. How they pa.s.sed the slowly-dragging hours of that dismal night will not be told at this time. Indeed, bare mention is enough to recall the scene to those who have "been there."
[Ill.u.s.tration: DON"T CARE A CONTINENTAL 073 ]
In the morning, when the company was ordered out for drill, Si Klegg was standing before the sputtering fire trying to dry his steaming clothes, every now and then turning around to give the other side a chance. The mercury in his individual thermometer had fallen to a very low point--in fact, it was a cold day for Si"s patriotism. He had reached that stage, not by any means infrequent among the soldiers, when he "didn"t care whether school kept or not."
"Well, Si, I s"pose you love your country this mornin"!" said Shorty. He was endeavoring to be cheerful under adverse circ.u.mstances.
"I ain"t quite as certain about it," said Si, reflectively, "as I was when I left home, up in Posey County. I"m afeared I haven"t got enough of it to last me through three years of this sort of thing!"
Si felt at that moment as though he was of no account for anything, unless it was to be decked with paint and feathers and stood for a sign in front of a cigar store.
The rain had ceased, and the Colonel of the 200th felt that he must, like the busy bee, "improve each shining hour" in putting his command into condition for effective service. So he told the Adjutant to have the companies marched over to an adjacent pasture for drill.
"Attention, Co. Q!" shouted the Captain, after the Orderly had got the boys limbered up enough to get into ranks. The Captain didn"t know very much about drilling himself, but he had been reading up "Hardee," and thought he could handle the company; but it was a good deal like the blind trying to lead the blind.
"Right--Face!"
Not quite half the men faced the wrong way, turning to the left instead of the right, which was doing pretty well for a starter.
"Get around there, Klegg, and the rest of you fellows! Can"t ye ever learn anything."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "RIGHT--FACE!" 075 ]
Si was so particularly awkward that the Captain put him at the tail-end of the company. Then he tried the right face again, and as the boys seemed to get around in fair shape he commanded:
"Right shoulder shift arms! Forward--March!"
The company started off; but the Captain was not a little surprised, on looking back, to see Si marching: off in the opposite direction. He had faced the wrong way again, and, as he didn"t see the others, he thought he was all right, and away he went on his own hook, till a shout from the Captain told him of his mistake.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "FORWARD--MARCH!" 076 ]
When the Captain reached the field which was the drill-ground for the day, he thought he would try a wheel. After a brief lecture to the company on the subject he gave the command for the movement.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "COMPANY--RIGHT WHEEL!" 077 ]
It is scarcely necessary to say that the first trial was a sad failure.
The line bulged out in the center, and the outer flank, unable to keep up, fell behind, the company a.s.suming nearly the shape of a big letter C. Then the boys on the outer end took the double-quick, cutting across the arc of the proper circle, which soon resulted in a hopeless wreck of the whole company. The Captain halted the chaotic ma.s.s of struggling men, and with the help of the Orderly finally succeeded in getting them straightened out and into line again. The men had often seen practiced soldiers going through this most difficult of all tactical movements, and it seemed easy enough; they didn"t see why they couldn"t do it just as well as the other fellows. They kept at it, and in the course of half an hour had improved so much that they could swing around in some kind of shape without the line breaking to pieces.