"Did he say whose division?"
"Oh, I reckon you kin fight as well under one general as another, so long as you"ve got a mind to fight at all. You jest follow this lane about three miles and then keep straight along the turnpike. If you do that I reckon you"ll git yo" deserts befo" sundown." She came over to the fence and stood fixing them with hard, bright eyes. "My! You do look used up," she admitted after a moment. "You"d better come in an" git a gla.s.s of this milk befo"
you move on. Jest go roun" to the gate and I"ll meet you at the po"ch. The dog won"t bite you if you don"t touch nothin"."
"All right, go ahead and hide the spoons," called Dan, as he swung open the gate and went up a little path bordered by prince"s feathers.
The woman met them at the porch and led them into a clean kitchen, where Dan sat down at the table and Big Abel stationed himself behind his chair.
"Drink a gla.s.s of that milk the first thing," she said, bustling heavily about the room, and browbeating them into submissive silence, while she mixed the biscuits and broke the eggs into a frying-pan greased with bacon gravy. Plump, hearty, with a full double chin and cheeks like winter apples, she moved briskly from the wooden safe to the slow fire, which she stirred with determined gestures.
"It"s time this war had stopped, anyhow," she remarked as she slapped the eggs up into the air and back again into the pan. "An" if General Lee ever rides along this way I mean to tell him that he ought to have one good battle an" be done with it. Thar"s no use piddlin" along like this twil we"re all worn out and thar ain"t a corn-field pea left in Virginny. Look here (to Big Abel), you set right down on that do" step an" I"ll give you something along with yo" marster. It"s a good thing I happened to look under the cow trough yestiddy or thar wouldn"t have been an egg left in this house. That"s right, turn right in an" eat hearty--don"t mince with me." Big Abel, cowed by her energetic manner, seated himself upon the door step, and for a half-hour the woman ceaselessly plied them with hot biscuits and coffee made from sweet potatoes.
"You mustn"t think I mind doing for the soldiers," she said when they took their leave a little later, "but I"ve a husban" with General Lee and I can"t bear to see able-bodied men stragglin" about the country. No, don"t give me nothin"--it ain"t worth it. Lord, don"t I know that you don"t git enough to buy a bag of flour." Then she pointed out the way again and they set off with a well-filled paper of luncheon.
"Beware of hasty judgments, Big Abel," advised Dan, as they strolled along the road. "Now that woman there--she"s the right sort, though she rather took my breath away."
"She "uz downright ficy at fu"st," replied Big Abel, "but I d"clar dose eggs des melted in my mouf like b.u.t.ter. Whew! don"t I wish I had dat ole speckled hen f"om home. I could hev toted her unner my arm thoo dis wah des es well es not."
The sun was well overhead, and across the landscape the heavy dew was lifted like a veil. Here and there the autumn foliage tinted the woods in splashes of red and yellow; and beyond the low stone wall an old sheep pasture was ablaze in goldenrod. From a pointed aspen beside the road a wild grapevine let down a fringe of purple cl.u.s.ters, but Big Abel, with a full stomach, pa.s.sed them by indifferently. A huge buzzard, rising suddenly from the pasture, sailed slowly across the sky, its heavy shadow skimming the field beneath. As yet the flames of war had not blown over this quiet spot; in the early morning dew it lay as fresh as the world in its beginning.
At the end of the lane, when they came out upon the turnpike, they met an old farmer riding a mule home from the market.
"Can you tell me if McClellan has crossed the Potomac?" asked Dan, as he came up with him. "I was in the hospital at Shepherdstown, and I left it for fear of capture. No news has reached me, but I am on my way to rejoin the army."
"Naw, suh, you might as well have stayed whar you were," responded the old man, eying him with the suspicion which always met a soldier out of ranks.
"McClellan didn"t do no harm on this side of the river--he jest set up a battery on Douglas hill and scolded General Lee for leaving Maryland so soon. You needn"t worry no mo" "bout the Yankees gittin" on this side--thar ain"t none of "em left to come, they"re all dead. Why, General Lee cut "em all up into little pieces, that"s what he did. Hooray! it was jest like Bible times come back agin."
Then, as Dan moved on, the farmer raised himself in his stirrups and called loudly after him. "Keep to the Scriptures, young man, and remember Joshua, Smite them hip an" thigh, as the Bible says."
All day in the bright sunshine they crept slowly onward, halting at brief intervals to rest in the short gra.s.s by the roadside, and stopping to ask information of the countrymen or stragglers whom they met. At last in the red glow of the sunset they entered a strip of thin woodland, and found an old negro gathering resinous knots from the bodies of fallen pines.
"Bless de Lawd!" he exclaimed as he faced them. "Is you done come fer de sick sodger at my cabin?"
"A sick soldier? Why, we are all sick soldiers," answered Dan. "Where did he come from?" The old man shook his head, as he placed his heavy split basket on the ground at his feet.
"I dunno, marster, he ain" come, he des drapped. "Twuz yestiddy en I "uz out hyer pickin" up dis yer lightwood des like I is doin" dis minute, w"en I heah "a-bookerty! bookerty! bookerty!" out dar in de road "en a w"ite hoss tu"n right inter de woods wid a sick sodger a-hangin" ter de saddle.
Yes, suh, de hoss he come right in des like he knowed me, en w"en I helt out my han" he poke his nose spang inter it en w"innied like he moughty glad ter see me--en he wuz, too, dat"s sho". Well, I ketch holt er his bridle en lead "im thoo de woods up ter my do" whar he tu"n right in en begin ter nibble in de patch er kebbage. All dis time I "uz "lowin" dat de sodger wuz stone dead, but w"en I took "im down he opened his eyes en axed fur water. Den I gun "im a drink outer de goa"d en laid "im flat on my bed, en in a little w"ile a n.i.g.g.e.r come by dat sez he b"longed ter "im, but befo" day de n.i.g.g.e.r gone agin en de hoss he gone, too."
"Well, we"ll see about him, uncle, go ahead," said Dan, and as the old negro went up the path among the trees, he followed closely on his footsteps. When they had gone a little way the woods opened suddenly and they came upon a small log cabin, with a yellow dog lying before the door.
The dog barked shrilly as they approached, and a voice from the dim room beyond called out:--
"Hosea! Are you back so soon, Hosea?"
At the words Dan stopped as if struck by lightning, midway of the vegetable garden; then breaking from Big Abel, he ran forward and into the little cabin.
"Is the hurt bad, Governor?" he asked in a trembling voice.
The Governor smiled and held out a steady hand above the ragged patchwork quilt. His neat gray coat lay over him and as Dan caught the glitter and the collar he remembered the promotion after Seven Pines.
"Let me help you, General," he implored. "What is it that we can do?"
"I have come to the end, my boy," replied the Governor, his rich voice unshaken. "I have seen men struck like this before and I have lived twelve hours longer than the strongest of them. When I could go no farther I sent Hosea ahead to make things ready--and now I am keeping alive to hear from home. Give me water."
Dan held the gla.s.s to his lips, and looking up, the Governor thanked him with his old warm glance that was so like Betty"s. "There are some things that are worth fighting for," said the older man as he fell back, "and the sight of home is one of them. It was a hard ride, but every stab of pain carried me nearer to Uplands--and there are poor fellows who endure worse things and yet die in a strange land among strangers." He was silent a moment and then spoke slowly, smiling a little sadly.
"My memory has failed me," he said, "and when I lay here last night and tried to recall the look of the lawn at home, I couldn"t remember--I couldn"t remember. Are there elms or maples at the front, Dan?"
"Maples, sir," replied Dan, with the deference of a boy. "The long walk bordered by lilacs goes up from the road to the portico with the Doric columns--you remember that?"
"Yes, yes, go on."
"The maples have grown thick upon the lawn and close beside the house there is the mimosa tree that your father set out on his twenty-first birthday."
"The branches touch the library window. I had them trimmed last year that the shutters might swing back. What time is it, Dan?"
Dan turned to the door.
"What time is it, Big Abel?" he called to the negro outside.
"Hit"s goin" on eight o"clock, suh," replied Big Abel, staring at the west.
"De little star he shoots up moughty near eight, en dar he is a-comin"."
"Hosea is there by now," said the Governor, turning his head on a pillow of pine needles. "He started this morning, and I told him to change horses upon the road and eat in the saddle. Yes, he is there by now and Julia is on the way. Am I growing weaker, do you think? There is a little brandy on the chair, give me a few drops--we must make it last all night."
After taking the brandy he slept a little, and awaking quietly, looked at Dan with dazed eyes.
"Who is it?" he asked, stretching out his hand. "Why, I thought d.i.c.k Wythe was dead."
Dan bent over him, smoothing the hair from his brow with hands that were gentle as a woman"s.
"Surely you haven"t forgotten me," he said.
"No--no, I remember, but it is dark, too dark. Why doesn"t Shadrach bring the candles? And we might as well have a blaze in the fireplace to-night.
It has grown chilly; there"ll be a white frost before morning."
There was a basket of resinous pine beside the hearth, and Dan kindled a fire from a handful of rich knots. As the flames shot up, the rough little cabin grew more cheerful, and the Governor laughed softly lying on his pallet.
"Why, I thought you were d.i.c.k Wythe, my boy," he said. "The light was so dim I couldn"t see, and, after all, it was no great harm, for there was not a handsomer man in the state than my friend d.i.c.k--the ladies used to call him "Apollo Unarmed," you know. Ah, I was jealous enough of d.i.c.k in my day, though he never knew it. He rather took Julia"s fancy when I first began courting her, and, for a time, he pretended to reform and refused to touch a drop even at the table. I"ve seen him sit for hours, too, in Julia"s Bible cla.s.s of little negroes, with his eyes positively glued on her face while she read the hymns aloud. Yes, he was over head and ears in love with her, there"s no doubt of that--though she has always denied it--and, I dare say, he would have been a much better man if she had married him, and I a much worse one. Somehow, I can"t help feeling that it wasn"t quite just, and that I ought to square up things with d.i.c.k at Judgment Day. I shouldn"t like to reap any good from his mistakes, poor fellow." He broke off for an instant, lay gazing at the lightwood blaze, and then took up the thread.
"He had his fall at last, and it"s been on my conscience ever since that I didn"t toss that bowl of apple toddy through the window when I saw him going towards it. We were at Cheric.o.ke on Christmas Eve in a big snowstorm, and d.i.c.k couldn"t resist his gla.s.s--he never could so long as there was a drop at the bottom of it--the more he drank, the thirstier he got, he used to say. Well, he took a good deal, more than he could stand, and when the Major began toasting the ladies and called them the prettiest things G.o.d ever made, d.i.c.k flew into a rage and tried to fight him. "There are two prettier sights than any woman that ever wore petticoats," he thundered; "and (here he ripped out an oath) I"ll prove it to you at the sword"s point before sunrise. G.o.d made but one thing, sir, prettier than the cobwebs on a bottle of wine, and that"s the bottle of wine without the cobwebs!" Then he went at the Major, and we had to hold him back and rub snow on his temples.
That night I drove home with Julia, and she accepted me before we pa.s.sed the wild cherry tree on the way to Uplands."
As he fell silent the old negro, treading softly, came into the room and made the preparations for his simple supper, which he carried outside beneath the trees. In a little bared place amid charred wood, a fire was started, and Dan watched through the open doorway the stooping figures of the two negroes as they bent beside the flames. In a little while Big Abel came into the room and beckoned him, but he shook his head impatiently and turned away, sickened by the thought of food.
"Go, my boy," said the Governor, as if he had seen it through closed eyes.
"I never saw a private yet that wasn"t hungry--one told me last week that his diet for a year had varied only three times--blackberries, chinquapins, and persimmons had kept him alive, he said."
Then his mind wandered again, and he talked in a low voice of the wheat fields at Uplands and of the cradles swinging all day in the sunshine. Dan, moving to the door, stared, with aching eyes, at the rich twilight which crept like purple mist among the trees. The very quiet of the scene grated as a discord upon his mood, and he would have welcomed with a feeling of relief any violent manifestation of the savagery of nature. A storm, an earthquake, even the thunder of battle he felt would be less tragic than just this pleasant evening with the serene moon rising above the hills.
Turning back into the room, he drew a split-bottomed chair beside the hearth, and began his patient watch until the daybreak. Under the patchwork quilt the Governor lay motionless, dead from the waist down, only the desire in his eyes struggling to keep the spirit to the clay. Big Abel and the old negro made themselves a bed beneath the trees, and as they raked the dried leaves together the mournful rustling filled the little cabin.