"Thank you, I couldn"t let you take so much trouble--or risk."
The three of us pattered out of the stream abreast. "No trouble," replied the sergeant, "it wouldn"t take half a minute."
"No," I rejoined, "the first step would be the last."
The men laughed again. "You must a-been born with all your teeth," said the private, as we quickened to a trot. "What makes you think we ain"t after conscripts?"
"Oh, if you were you wouldn"t say so. You"d let on to be looking for good crossings on Pearl River, so that if Johnston should get chewed up we needn"t be caught here in a hole, Ferry"s scouts and all."
The pair looked at each other behind my neck for full ten seconds. Then the younger man leaned to his horse"s mane in a silent laugh while Sergeant Jim looked me over again and remarked that he would be horn-swoggled!
"I"m willing," I responded, and we all laughed. The younger horseman asked my name. "Smith," I said, with dignity, and they laughed again, their laugh growing louder when I would not smile.
"Well, say; maybe you"ll tell us who this is we"re about to meet up with."
Through the shifting colonnades of pine, a hundred yards in front of us, came two hors.e.m.e.n in the same blue-gray of the pair beside me. "Whoever he is," I said, "that gray he"s riding is his second best, or it"s borrowed," for his mount, though good, was no match for him.
"Borrowed!" echoed the sergeant. "If he doesn"t own that mare no man does."
"Nor no woman?" I asked, and again across the back of my neck my two companions gazed at each other.
"By ganny!" exclaimed one, and--"You"re a c.o.o.n," murmured the other, as the new-comers drew near. The younger of these also was a private. Behind his elbow was swung a Maynard rifle. Both carried revolvers. The elder wore a long straight sword whose weather-dimmed orange sash showed at the front of a loose cut-away jacket. Under this garment was a shirt of strong black silk, made from some lady"s gown and daintily corded with yellow. On the jacket"s upturned collar were the two gilt bars of a first lieutenant, but the face above them shone with a combined intelligence and purity that drew my whole attention.
A familiar friendship lighted every countenance but mine as this second pair turned and rode with us, the lieutenant in front on Sergeant Jim Longley"s right, and the two privates with me between them behind. For some minutes the sergeant, in under-tone, made report to his young superior. Then in a small clearing he turned abruptly into a neighborhood road, and at his word my two companions p.r.i.c.ked after him westward. I closed up beside the lieutenant; he praised the weather, and soon our talk was fluent though broken, as we moved sometimes at a trot and often faster. In stolen moments I scanned him with the jealousy of my youth. Five feet, ten; humph! I was five, nine and a thirty-second. In weight he looked to be just what I always had in mind in those prayers without words with which I mounted every pair of commissary scales I came to. The play of his form as our smooth-gaited horses sped through the flecking shades was worth watching for its stanch and supple grace. Alike below the saddle and above it he was as light as a leaf and as firm as a lance. I had long yearned to own a pair of shoulders not too square for beauty nor too sloping for strength, and lo, here they were, not mine, but his. No matter; the slender mustache he sported he was welcome to, I had shaved off nearly as good a one; wished now I hadn"t. As once or twice he lifted his kepi to the warm breeze I took new despair from the soft locks of darkest chestnut that lay on his head in manly order, ready enough to curl but waiving the privilege.
"c.o.c.k-a-doodle-doo," thought I; "if those are not the same hundred-dollar boots I saw yesterday morning, at least they are their first cousins!"
VII
A PLAGUE ON NAMES!
Once more I measured my man. Celerity, valor, endurance, they were his iridescent neck and tail feathers. On a certain piece of road where we went more slowly I mentioned abruptly my clerkship under Major Harper and watched for the effect, but there was none. Did he know the Major? Oh, yes, and we fell to piling item upon item in praise of the quartermaster"s virtues and good looks. Presently, with shrewdest intent, I said the Major was fine enough to be the hero of a novel! Did not my companion think so?
Yes, he thought so; but I believed the glow in his tone was for novels. I extolled the romance of actual life! I denounced that dullness which fails to see the poetry of daily experience, and goes wandering after the mirages of fiction! And I was ready to fight him if he liked. But he agreed with me most cordially.
"And yet," he began to add,--
"Yet what?" I snapped out, with horse eyes.
"Doesn"t a good story revive the poetry of our actual lives?" He wiped the rim of his cap with a handkerchief of yellow silk enriched at one corner with needlework.
"Um-hm!" I thought; "Charlotte Oliver, eh?" I responded tartly that I had that very morning met four ladies the poetry of whose actual, visible loveliness had abundantly ill.u.s.trated to me the needlessness and impertinence of fiction! By the way, did he not think feminine beauty was always in its ripest perfection at eighteen?
Well, he thought a girl might be prettiest at eighteen and handsomest much later. And again I said to myself, "Charlotte Oliver!" But when I looked searchingly into his eyes their manly sweetness so abashed me that I dropped my glance and felt him looking at me. I remembered my fable and flinched. "Isn"t your name--" I cried, and choked, and when I would have said Ferry, another word slipped out instead. He did not hear it plainly:
"c.o.c.kerel, did you say?"
A sweet color was I. "Yes, that"s what I said; c.o.c.kerel. Isn"t your last name c.o.c.kerel?"
"No," he said, "my last name is Durand." He gave it the French p.r.o.nunciation.
"Mine is Smith," I said, and we galloped.
A plague on names! But I was not done with them yet. We met other scouts coming out of the east, who also gave reports and went on westward, sometimes through the trackless woods. At a broad cross-road which spanned the whole State from the Alabama line to the Mississippi River stood another sergeant, with three men, waiting. They were the last.
Again we galloped alone; and as our horses" hoofs beat drummers" music out of the round earth our dialogue drifted into confessions of our own most private theories of conduct, character and creation. Now that this man"s name was not--c.o.c.kerel, my heart opened to him and we began to admit to each other the perplexities of this great, strange thing called Life. Especially we confessed how every waking hour found us jostled and torn between two opposite, unappeasable tendencies of soul; one an upward yearning after everything high and pure, the other a down-dragging hunger for every base indulgence. I was warmed and fed. Yet I was pained to find him so steeped in presumptuous error, so wayward of belief and unbelief. The sweet ease with which he overturned and emptied out some of my arguments gave me worse failure of the diaphragm than a high swing ever did. Nevertheless I responded; and he rejoined; and I rejoined again, and presently he gave me the notion that he was suffering some cruel moral strain.
VIII
ANOTHER CURTAINED WAGON
Upon whatever fundamental scheme we perseveringly concentrate our powers, upon whatever main road of occupation we take life"s journey,--art, politics, commerce, science,--if only we will take its upper fork as often as the road divides, then will that road itself, and not necessarily any cross-road, lead us to the n.o.blest, truest plane of convictions, affections, aspirations. Such a frame of mind may be quite without religiosity, as unconscious as health; but the proof of its religious reality will be that, as if it were a lighthouse light and we its keeper, everybody else, or at any rate everybody out on the deep, will see it plainer than we. Such is the gist of what this young man was saying to me, when our speculations were brought to an end by our overtaking a man well mounted, and a woman whose rough-gaited was followed by a colt.
The pair took our pace, the man plying me with questions, and his wife, in front, telling Lieutenant Durand all the rumors of the day. Her scant hair was of a scorched red tone, she was freckled down into her collar, her elbows waggled to the mare"s jog, and her voice was as flat as a duck"s. Her nag had trouble to keep up, and her tiny faded bonnet had even more to keep on. Yet the day was near when the touch of those freckled hands was to seem to me kinder than the breath of flowers, as they bathed my foul-smelling wounds, and she would say, in the words of the old song, "Let me kiss him for his mother," and I should be helpless to prevent her. By and by the man raised his voice:--
"Why, yo" name is Smith, to be sho"! I thought you was jest a-tryin" to chaw me. Why, Major Harper alludened to you not mo"n a half-ow ago. Why, Miz Wall! oh, Miz Wall!"
But the wife was absorbed. "Yayse, seh," she was saying to the lieutenant, "and he told us about they comin" in on the freight-kyahs f"om Hazlehurst black with dust and sut and a-s.m.u.ttyin" him all oveh with they kisses and goin"s-on. He tol" me he ain"t neveh so enjoyed havin" his face dirty sence he was a boy. He would a-been plumb happy, ef on"y he could a-got his haynds on that clerk o" his"n. And when he tol" us what a gay two-hoss turn-out he"d sekyo"ed for the ladies to travel in, s" I, Majo", that"s all right! You jest go on whicheveh way you got to go! Husband and me, we"ll ride into Brookhaven and bring "em out to ow place and jest take ca"e of "em untel yo" clerk is found."
"Miz Wall!" cried the husband--"She"s busy talkin".--Miz Wall!--she don"t hyuh me. I hate to interrupt heh.--Oh, Miz Wall! hyuh"s Majo" Harper"s clerk, right now!"
"Law, you hain"t!" cried Mrs. Wall, smiling back as she jounced. "If you air, the Majo"s sisteh"s got written awdehs fo" you."
I shot forward, but had hardly more than sent back my good-bye when around a bend of the road, in a wagon larger than Charlotte Oliver"s, with the curtains rolled up, came the four Miss Harpers, unsooted and radiant. The aunt drove. We turned, all four, and rode with them, and while the seven chatted gaily I read to myself the Major"s note. It bade me take these four ladies into my most jealous care and conduct them to a point about thirty miles west of where we then were. A dandy"s task in a soldier"s hour! I ground my teeth, but as I lifted my glance I found Camille"s eyes resting on me and read anxiety in them before she could put on a smile of unemotional friendliness that faded rapidly into abstraction. She was as pretty as the bough of wild azaleas in her hand, yet moving forward I told her aunt the order"s purport and that it implied the greatest despatch compatible with mortal endurance. The whole four seemed only delighted.
But Mrs. Wall protested. No, no, her hospitality first, and a basket of refreshments to be stowed in the vehicle, besides. "Why, that"ll sa-ave ti-ime. You-all goin" to be supprised to find how hungry y"all ah, befo" you come to yo" journey"s en", to-night, and them col" victuals goin" taste pow"ful fi-ine!"
Our acceptance was unanimous. I even decided not to inform Lieutenant Durand until after the repast, that ladies under my escort did not pick acquaintanceship with soldiers on the public highway. But before the brief meal was over I was wishing him hanged. Hang the heaven-high theories that had so lately put me in love with him! Hang his melodious voice, his modest composure, his gold-barred collar, his easy command of topics! Hang the women! they feasted on his every word and look! Ah, ladies! if I were mean enough to tell it--that man doesn"t believe in h.e.l.l! He has a down-dragging hunger for every base indulgence; he has told me so!
How fast acquaintance grew! When he addressed himself to Cecile, the cousin of the other two, her black eyes leapt with delight; for as calmly as if that were the only way, he spoke to her in French--asked her a question. She gave answer in happiest affirmation, and explained to her aunt that her Durand schoolmates of a year or two back were cousins to the Lieutenant. When the throng came out to the carry-all I was there and mounted. Squire Wall took me a few rods to point out where a fork of his private road led into the highway. Then the carry-all came merrily after, and with a regret that surprised me I answered our Lieutenant"s farewell wave, forgave him all his charms, and saw him face westward and disappear by a bridle-path.
IX
THE DANDY"S TASK
Westward likewise we soon were bickering. The morning sun shone high; the thin, hot dust blew out over the blackened ground of some forest "burn" or through the worm fence of some field where a gang of slave men and women might be ploughing or hoeing between the green rows of young cotton or corn. The level stretches were many, the slopes gradual, and to those sweet city-bird ladies everything was new and delightful; a log cabin!--with clay chimney on the outside!--a well and its well-sweep!--another cabin with its gourd-vines! They knew that blessed alchemy which turns all things into the poetry of the moment. Sweet they would have been anywhere to any eye or mind; but I was a homeless trooper lad, and sweeter to the soldier boy than water on the battlefield are short hours with ladies who love him for his banner and his rags.