By and by a wind rose and blew all the clouds away. A shining moon and a mult.i.tude of brilliant stars sprang out. Just then Harry came to a hillock, clear of trees, with the ground dipping down beyond. He rode to the highest point of the hillock and looked toward the east into a vast open world, lighted by the moon and stars. Off there just under the horizon he caught a gleam of white and he knew instinctively what it was. It was the dome of the Capitol in that city which was now the capital of the North alone. It was miles away, but he saw it and his heart thrilled. He forgot, for the moment, that by his own choice it was no longer his own.
Harry sat on his horse and looked a long time at that far white glow, deep down under the horizon. There was the capital of his own country, the real capital. Somehow he could not divest himself of that idea, and he looked until mists and vapors began to float up from the lowlands, and the white gleam was lost behind them. Then he rode on slowly and thoughtfully, trying to think of a plan that would bring rich rewards for the cause for which he was going to fight.
He had discovered something already. He had seen the bayonets of a regiment marching to join the Northern army, and he had no doubt that he would see others. Perhaps they would consider themselves strong enough in a day or two to attack. It was for him to learn. He was back in the forest and he now turned his course more toward the east. By dawn he would be well in the rear of the Northern army, and he must judge then how to act.
But all his calculations were upset by a very simple thing, one of Nature"s commonest occurrences-rain. The heavy clouds that had gathered early in the night were gone away merely for a time. Now they came back in battalions, heavier and more numerous than ever. The shining moon and the brilliant stars were blotted out as if they had never been. A strong wind moaned and a cold rain came pouring into his face. The blanket that he carried on his saddle, and which he now wrapped around him, could not protect him. The fierce rain drove through it and he was soaked and shivering. The darkness, too, was so great that he could see only a few yards before him, and he let the horse take his course.
Harry thought grimly that he was indeed well hidden in the forest. He was so well hidden that he was lost even to himself. In all that darkness and rain he could not retain the sense of direction, and he had no idea where he was. He rambled about for hours, now and then trying to find shelter behind ma.s.sive tree trunks, and, after every failure, going on in the direction in which he thought Washington lay. His shivering became so strong that he was afraid it would turn into a real chill, and he resolved to seek a roof, if the forest should hold such a thing.
It was nearly dawn when he saw dimly the outlines of a cabin standing in a tiny clearing. He believed it to be the hut of a charcoal burner, and he was resolved to take any risk for the sake of its roof. He dismounted and beat heavily upon the door with the b.u.t.t of a pistol. The answer was so long in coming that he began to believe the hut was empty, which would serve his purpose best of all, but at last a voice, thick with sleep, called: "Who"s there?"
"I"m lost and I need shelter," Harry replied.
"Wait a minute," returned the voice.
Harry, despite the beat of the rain, heard a shuffling inside, and then, through a crack in the door, he saw a light spring up. He hoped the owner of the voice would hurry. The rain seemed to be beating harder than ever upon him and the cold was in his bones. Then the door was thrown back suddenly and an uncommonly sharp voice shouted:
"Drop the reins! Throw up your hands an" walk in, where I kin see what you are!"
Harry found himself looking into the muzzle of an old-fashioned long-barreled rifle. But the hammer was c.o.c.ked, and it was held by a pair of large, calloused, and steady hands, belonging to a tall, thin man with powerful shoulders and a bearded face.
There was no help for it. The boy dropped the reins, raised his hands over his head and walked into the hut, where the rain at least did not reach him. It was a rude place of a single room, with a fire-place at one end, a bed in a corner, a small pine table on which a candle burned, and clothing and dried herbs hanging from hooks on the wall. The man wore only a shirt and trousers, and he looked unkempt and wild, but he was a resolute figure.
"Stand over thar, close to the light, whar I kin see you," he said.
Harry moved over, and the muzzle of the rifle followed him. The man could look down the sights of his rifle and at the same time examine his visitor, which he did with thoroughness.
"Now, then, Johnny Reb," he said, "what are you doin" here this time o" night an" in such weather as this, wakin" honest citizens out o" their beds?"
"Nothing but stand before the muzzle of your rifle."
The man grinned. The answer seemed to appeal to him, and he lowered the weapon, although he did not relax his watchfulness.
"I got the drop on you, Johnny Reb; you"re boun" to admit that," he said. "You didn"t ketch Seth Perkins nappin"."
"I admit it. But why do you call me Johnny Reb?"
"Because that"s what you are. You can"t tell much about the color of a man"s coat after it"s been through sech a big rain, but I know yourn is gray. I ain"t takin" no part in this war. They"ve got to fight it as best they kin without me. I"m jest an innercent charcoal burner, "bout the most innercent that ever lived, I guess, but atween you an" me, Johnny Reb, my feelin"s lean the way my state, Old Virginny, leans, that is, to the South, which I reckon is lucky fur you."
Harry saw that the man had blue eyes and he saw, too, that they were twinkling. He knew with infallible instinct that he was honest and truthful.
"It"s true," he said. "I"m a Southern soldier, and I"m in your hands."
"I see that you trust me, an" I think I kin trust you. Jest you wait "til I put that hoss o" yourn in the lean-to behind the cabin."
He darted out of the door and returned in a minute shaking the water from his body.
"That hoss feels better already," he said, "an" you will, too, soon. Now, I shet this door, then I kindle up the fire ag"in, then you take off your clothes an" put them an" yo"self afore the blaze. In time you an" your clothes are all dry."
The man"s manner was all kindness, and the poor little cabin had become a palace. He blew at the coals, threw on dry pine knots, and in a few minutes the flames roared up the chimney.
Harry took off his wet clothing, hung it on two cane chairs before the fire and then proceeded to roast himself. Warmth poured back into his body and the cold left his bones. Despite his remonstrances, Perkins took a pot out of his cupboard and made coffee. Harry drank two cups of it, and he knew now that the danger of chill, to be followed by fever, was gone.
"Mr. Perkins," he said at length, "you are an angel."
Perkins laughed.
"Mebbe I air," he said, "but I "low I don"t look like one. Guess ef I went up an" tried to j"in the real angels Gabriel would say, "Go back, Seth Perkins, an" improve yo"self fur four or five thousand years afore you try to keep comp"ny like ours." But now, Johnny Reb, sence you"re feelin" a heap better you might tell what you wuz tryin" to do, prowlin" roun" in these woods at sech a time."
"I meant to go behind the Yankee army, see what reinforcements were coming up, find out their plans, if I could, and report to our general."
Perkins whistled softly.
"Say," he said, "you look like a boy o" sense. What are you wastin" your time in little things fur? Couldn"t you find somethin" bigger an" a heap more dangerous that would stir you up an" give you action?"
Harry laughed.
"I was set to do this task, Mr. Perkins," he said, "and I mean to do it."
"That shows good sperrit, but ef I wuz set to do it I wouldn"t. Do you know whar you are an" what"s around you, Johnny Reb?"
"No, I don"t."
"Wa"al, you"re right inside o" the Union lines. The armies o" Patterson an" McDowell hem in all this forest, an" I reckon mebbe it wuz a good thing fur you that the storm came up an" you got past in it. Wuz you expectin", Johnny Reb, to ride right into the Yankee pickets with that Confedrit uniform on?"
"I don"t know exactly what I intended to do. I meant to see in the morning. I didn"t know I was so far inside their lines."
"You know it now, an" if you"re boun" to do what you say you"re settin" out to do, then you"ve got to change clothes. Here, I"ll take these an" hide "em."
He s.n.a.t.c.hed Harry"s uniform from the chair, ran up a ladder into a little room under the eaves, and returned with some rough garments under his arm.
"These are my Sunday clothes," he said. "You"re pow"ful big fur your years, an" they"ll come purty nigh fittin" you. Leastways, they"ll fit well enough fur sech times ez these. Now you wear "em, ef you put any value on your life."
Harry hesitated. He wished to go as a scout, and not as a spy. Clothes could not change a man, but they could change his standing. Yet the words of Perkins were obviously true. But he would not go back. He must do his task.
"I"ll take your clothes on one condition, Mr. Perkins," he said, "you must let me pay for them."
"Will it make you feel better to do so?"
"A great deal better."
"All right, then."
Harry took from his saddle bags the purse which he had removed from his coat pocket when he undressed, and handed a ten dollar gold piece to the charcoal burner.
"What is it?" asked the charcoal burner.
"A gold eagle, ten dollars."