The boy was torn by great and conflicting emotions. He would carry out with his life the task that Thomas had a.s.signed to him, and yet he wished to stop near Pendleton, if only for an hour.
Yes an hour would do! And it could not interfere with his duty! But Pendleton was a Southern stronghold. Everybody there knew him, and they all knew, too, that he was in the service of the North. How could he pa.s.s by without being seen and what might happen then? The terrible conflict went on in his mind, and it was stilled only when he decided to leave it to time and chance.
He rode that day almost without interruption, securing an ample dinner, where no one chose to ask questions, accepting him at his own statement of himself and probably believing it. He heard that a small Southern force was to the southward, probably marching toward Bowling Green, where a great Confederate army under Albert Sidney Johnston was said to be concentrated. But the news gave him no alarm. His own road was still leading west slightly by north.
When night came he was in the pleasant and fertile hill country, dotted with double brick houses, and others of wood, all with wide porticos, supported by white pillars. It looked smiling and prosperous even in winter. The war had done no ravages here, and he saw men at work about the great barns.
He slept in the house of a big farmer, who liked the frank voice and eyes of the lad, and who cared nothing for any errand upon which he might be riding. He slept, too, without dreams, and without awakening until the morning, when he shared a solid breakfast with the family.
d.i.c.k obtained at the farmhouse a fresh supply of cold food for his saddle bags, to be held against an emergency, although it was likely now that he could obtain all he needed at houses as he pa.s.sed. Receiving the good wishes of his hosts he rode on through the hills. The intense cold which kept troops from marching much really served him, as the detachments about the little towns stayed in their camps.
The day was quite clear, with the mercury still well below zero, but his heavy clothing kept him warm and comfortable. His great horse showed no signs of weariness. Apparently his sinews were made of steel.
Noon came, but d.i.c.k did not seek any farmhouse for what was called dinner in that region. Instead he ate from his saddle bags as he rode on. He did not wish to waste time, and, moreover, he had taken his resolution. He would go near Pendleton. It was on his most direct route, but he would pa.s.s in the night.
As the cold twilight descended he came into familiar regions. Like all other young Kentuckians he was a great horseman, and with Harry Kenton and other lads of his age he had ridden nearly everywhere in a circuit of thirty miles around Pendleton.
It was with many a throb of the heart that he now recognized familiar scenes. He knew the fields, the forests and the houses. But he was glad that the night had come. Others would know him, and he did not wish to be seen when he rode on such an errand. He had been saving his horse in the afternoon, but now he pushed him forward at a much faster gait. The great horse responded willingly and d.i.c.k felt the powerful body working beneath him, smooth and tireless like a perfect machine.
He pa.s.sed n.o.body on the road. People hugged their fires on such a cold night, and he rode hour after hour without interruption. It was nearly midnight when he stopped on a high hill, free of forest, and looked down upon Pendleton. The wonderful clearness of the winter night helped him. All the stars known to man were out, and helped to illuminate the world with a clear but cold radiance.
Although a long distance away d.i.c.k could see Pendleton clearly. There was no foliage on the trees now, and nearly every house was visible. The great pulse in his throat throbbed hard as he looked. He saw the steeples of the churches, the white pillars of the court house, and off to one side the academy in which he and Harry Kenton had gone to school together. He saw further away Colonel Kenton"s own house on another hill. It, too, had porticos, supported by white pillars which gleamed in the moonlight.
Then his eyes traveled again around the half circle before him. The place for which he was looking could not be seen. But he knew that it would be so. It was a low house, and the evergreens about it, the pines and cedars would hide it at any time. But he knew the exact spot, and he wanted his eyes to linger there a little before he rode straight for it.
Now the great pulse in his throat leaped, and something like a sob came from him. But it was not a sob of unhappiness. He clucked to his horse and turned from the main road into a narrower one that led by the low house among the evergreens. Yet he was a boy of powerful will, and despite his eagerness, he restrained his horse and advanced very slowly. Sometimes he turned the animal upon the dead turf by the side of the road in order that his footsteps might make no sound.
He drew slowly nearer, and when he saw the roof and eaves of the low house among the evergreens the great pulse in his throat leaped so hard that it was almost unbearable. He reached the edge of the lawn that came down to the road, and hidden by the clipped cone of a pine he saw a faint light shining.
He dismounted, opened the gate softly, and led his horse upon the lawn, hitching him between two pines that grew close together, concealing him perfectly.
"Be quiet, old fellow," he whispered, stroking the great intelligent head. "n.o.body will find you here and I"ll come back for you."
The horse rubbed his nose against his arm but made no other movement. Then d.i.c.k walked softly toward the house, pulses beating hard and paused just at the edge of a portico, where he stood in the shadow of a pillar. He saw the light clearly now. It shone from a window of the low second story. It came from her window and her room. Doubtless she was thinking at that very moment of him. His throat ached and tears came into his eyes. The light, clear and red, shone steadily from the window and made a band across the lawn.
He picked a handful of sand from the walk that led to the front door and threw it against the window. He knew that she was brave and would respond, but waiting only a moment or two he threw a second handful fully and fairly against the gla.s.s.
The lower half of the window was thrown open and a head appeared, where the moonlight fell clearly upon it. It was the head of a beautiful woman, framed in thick, silken yellow hair, the eyes deep blue, and the skin of the wonderful fairness so often found in that state. The face was that of a woman about thirty-seven or eight years of age, and without a wrinkle or flaw.
"Mother!" called d.i.c.k in a low voice as he stepped from the shadow of the pillar.
There was a cry and the face disappeared like a flash from the window. But he had only a few moments to wait. Her swift feet brought her from the room, down the stairway, and along the hall to the door, which she threw open. The next instant Mrs. Mason had her son in her arms.
"Oh, d.i.c.k, d.i.c.ky, boy, how did you come!" she exclaimed. "You were here under my window, and I did not even know that you were alive!"
Her tears of joy fell upon his face and he was moved profoundly. d.i.c.k loved his beautiful young mother devoutly, and her widowhood had bound them all the more closely together.
"I"ve come a long distance, and I"ve come in many ways, mother," he replied, "by train, by horseback, and I have even walked."
"You have come here on foot?"
"No, mother. I rode directly over your own smooth lawn on one of the biggest horses you ever saw, and he"s tied now between two of the pine trees. Come, we must go in the house. It"s too cold for you out here. Do you know that the mercury is about ten degrees below zero."
"What a man you have grown! Why, you must be two inches taller than you were, when you went away, and how sunburned and weather-beaten you are, too! Oh, d.i.c.ky, this terrible, terrible war! Not a word from you in months has got through to me!"
"Nor a word from you to me, mother, but I have not suffered so much so far. I was at Bull Run, where we lost, and I was at Mill Spring, where we won, but I was unhurt."
"Perhaps you have come back to stay," she said hopefully.
"No, mother, not to stay. I took a chance in coming by here to see you, but I couldn"t go on without a few minutes. Inside now, mother, your hands are growing cold."
They went in at the door, and closed it behind them. But there was another faithful soul on guard that night. In the dusky hail loomed a gigantic black figure in a blue checked dress, blue turban on head.
"Ma.r.s.e d.i.c.k?" she said.
"Juliana!" he exclaimed. "How did you know that I was here?"
"Ain"t I done heard Miss Em"ly cry out, me always sleepin" so light, an" I hears her run down the hail. An" then I dresses an" comes an" sees you two through the crack o" the do", an" then I waits till you come in."
d.i.c.k gave her a most affectionate greeting, knowing that she was as true as steel. She rejoiced in her flowery name, as many other colored women rejoiced in theirs, but her heart inhabited exactly the right spot in her huge anatomy. She drew mother and son into the sitting-room, where low coals still burned on the hearth. Then she went up to Mrs. Mason"s bedroom and put out the light, after which she came back to the sitting-room, and, standing by a window in silence, watched over the two over whom she had watched so long.
"Why is it that you can stay such a little while?" asked Mrs. Mason.
"Mother," replied d.i.c.k in a low tone, "General Thomas, who won the battle at Mill Spring, has trusted me. I bear a dispatch of great importance. It is to go to General Buell, and it has to do with the gathering of the Union troops in the western and southern parts of our state, and in Tennessee. I must get through with it, and in war, mother, time counts almost as much as battles. I can stop only a few minutes even for you."
"I suppose it is so. But oh, d.i.c.ky, won"t this terrible war be over soon?"
"I don"t think so, mother. It"s scarcely begun yet."
Mrs. Mason said nothing, but stared into the coals. The great negress, Juliana, standing at the window, did not move.
"I suppose you are right, d.i.c.k," she said at last with a sigh, "but it is awful that our people should be arrayed so against one another. There is your cousin, Harry Kenton, a good boy, too, on the other side."
"Yes, mother, I caught a glimpse of him at Bull Run. We came almost face to face in the smoke. But it was only for an instant. Then the smoke rushed in between. I don"t think anything serious has happened to him."
Mrs. Mason shuddered.
"I should mourn him next to you," she said, "and my brother-in-law, Colonel Kenton, has been very good. He left orders with his people to watch over us here. Pendleton is strongly Southern as you know, but n.o.body would do us any harm, unless it was the rough people from the hills."
Colonel Kenton"s wife had been Mrs. Mason"s elder sister, and d.i.c.k, as he also sat staring into the coals, wondered why people who were united so closely should yet be divided so much.
"Mother," he said, "when I came through the mountains with my friends we stopped at a house in which lived an old, old woman. She must have been nearly a hundred. She knew your ancestor and mine, the famous and learned Paul Cotter, from whom you and I are descended, and she also knew his friend and comrade, the mighty scout and hunter, Henry Ware, who became the great governor of Kentucky."
"How strange!"
"But the strangest is yet to be told. Harry Kenton, when he went east to join Beauregard before Bull Run, stopped at the same house, and when she first saw him she only looked into the far past. She thought it was Henry Ware himself, and she saluted him as the governor. What do you think of that, mother?"
"It"s a startling coincidence."
"But may it not be an omen? I"m not superst.i.tious, mother, but when things come together in such a queer fashion it"s bound to make you think. When Harry"s paths and mine cross in such a manner maybe it means that we shall all come together again, and be united as we were."
"Maybe."
"At any rate," said d.i.c.k with a little laugh, "we"ll hope that it does."
While the boy was not noticing his mother had made a sign to Juliana, who had crept out of the room. Now she returned, bearing food upon a tray, and d.i.c.k, although he was not hungry, ate to please his mother.
"You will stay until morning?" she said.
"No, mother. I can"t afford to be seen here. I must leave in the dark."
"Then until it is nearly morning."
"Nor that either, mother. My time is about up already. I could never betray the trust that General Thomas has put in me. My dispatches not only tell of the gathering of our own troops, but they contain invaluable information concerning the Confederate concentration which General Thomas learned from his scouts and spies. Mother, I think a great battle is coming here in the west."
She shuddered, but she did not seek again to delay him in his duty.
"I am proud," she said, "that you have won the confidence of your general, and that you ride upon such an important errand. I should have been glad if you had stayed at home, d.i.c.k, but since you have chosen to be a soldier, I am rejoiced that you have risen in the esteem of your officers. Write to me as often as you can. Maybe none of your letters will reach me, but at least start them. I shall start mine, too."
"Of course, mother," said d.i.c.k, "and now it"s time for me to ride hard."
"Why, you have been here only a half hour!"
"Nearer an hour, mother, and on this journey of mine time means a lot. I must say good-bye now to you and Juliana."
The two women followed him down the lawn to the point where his horse was. .h.i.tched between the two big pines. Mrs. Mason patted the horse"s great head and murmured to him to carry her son well.
"Did you ever see a finer horse, mother?" said d.i.c.k proudly. "He"s the very pick of the army."
He threw his arms around her neck, kissed her more than once, sprang into the saddle and rode away in the darkness.
The two women, the black and the white, sisters in grief, and yet happy that he had come, went slowly back into the house to wait, while the boy, a man"s soul in him, strode on to war.
d.i.c.k was far from Pendleton when the dawn broke, and now he had full need of caution. His horse was bearing him fast into debatable ground, where every man suspected his neighbor, and it remained for force alone to tell to which side the region belonged. But the extreme delicacy of the tension came to d.i.c.k"s aid. People hesitated to ask questions, lest questions equally difficult be asked of them in return. It was a great time to mind one"s own business.
He rode on, fortune with him for the present, and his course was still west slightly by north. He slept under roofs, and he learned that in the country into which he had now come the Union sympathizers were more numerous than the Confederate. The majority of the Kentuckians, whatever their personal feelings, were not willing to shatter the republic.
He heard definitely that here in the west the North was gathering armies greater than any that he had supposed. Besides the troops from the three states just across the Ohio River the hardy lumbermen and pioneers were pouring down from Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota. Hunters in deerskin suits and buffalo moccasins had already come from the far Nebraska Territory.
The power of the west and the northwest was converging upon his state, which gave eighty thousand of its men to the Northern cause, while half as many more went away to the Southern armies, particularly to the one under the brilliant and daring Albert Sidney Johnston, which hung a sinister menace before the Northern front. One hundred and twenty thousand troops sent to the two armies by a state that contained but little more than a million people! It was said at the time that as Kentucky went, so would go the fortunes of the Union and in the end it was so.
But these facts and reckonings were not much in d.i.c.k"s mind just then. He was thinking of Buell"s camp and of the message that he bore. Again and again he felt of that little inside pocket of his vest to see that it was there, although he knew that by no chance could he have lost it.
When he was within fifteen miles of Buell"s camp a heavy snow began to fall. But he did not mind it. The powerful horse that had borne him so well carried him safely on to his destination, and before the sundown of that day the young messenger was standing before General Don Carlos Buell, one of the most puzzling characters whom he was to meet in the whole course of the war. He had found Thomas a silent man, but he found Buell even more so. He received d.i.c.k in an ordinary tent, thanked him as he saluted and handed him the dispatch, and then read General Thomas" message.
d.i.c.k saw before him a shortish, thickset man, grim of feature, who did not ask him a word until he had finished the dispatch.
"You know what this contains?" he said, when he came to the end.
"Yes, General Thomas made me memorize it, that I might destroy it if I were too hard pressed."
"He tells us that Johnston is preparing for some great blow and he gives the numbers and present location of the hostile forces. Valuable information for us, if it is used. You have done well, Mr. Mason. To what force were you attached?"
"A small division of Pennsylvania troops under Major Hertford. They were to be sent by General Thomas to General Grant at Cairo, Illinois."
"And you would like to join them."
"If you please, sir."
"In view of your services your wish is granted. It is likely that General Grant will need all the men whom he can get. A detachment leaves here early in the morning for Elizabethtown, where it takes the train for Louisville, proceeding thence by water to Cairo. You shall go with these men. They are commanded by Colonel Winchester. You may go now, Mr. Mason."
He turned back to his papers and d.i.c.k, thinking his manner somewhat curt, left his tent. But he was pleased to hear that the detail was commanded by Colonel Winchester. Arthur Winchester was a man of forty-one or two who lived about thirty miles north of Pendleton. He was a great landowner, of high character and pleasant manners. d.i.c.k had met him frequently in his childhood, and the Colonel received him with much warmth.
"I"m glad to know, d.i.c.k," he said familiarly, "that you"re going with us. I"m fond of Pendleton, and I like to have one of the Pendleton boys in my command. If all that we hear of this man Grant is true, we"ll see action, action hot and continuous."
They rode to Elizabethtown, where d.i.c.k was compelled to leave his great horse for Buell"s men, and went by train to Louisville, going thence by steamer down the Ohio River to Cairo, at its junction with the Mississippi, where they stood at last in the presence of that general whose name was beginning to be known in the west.
CHAPTER IX. TAKING A FORT
d.i.c.k was with Colonel Winchester when he was admitted to the presence of the general who had already done much to strengthen the Union cause in the west, and he found him the plainest and simplest of men, under forty, short in stature, and careless in attire. He thanked Colonel Winchester for the reinforcement that he had brought him, and then turned with some curiosity to d.i.c.k.
"So you were at the battle of Mill Spring," he said. "It was hot, was it not?"
"Hot enough for me," replied d.i.c.k frankly.
Grant laughed.
"They caught a Tartar in George Thomas," he said, "and I fancy that others who try to catch him will be glad enough to let him go."
"He is a great man, sir," said d.i.c.k with conviction.
Then Grant asked him more questions about the troops and the situation in Eastern Kentucky, and d.i.c.k noticed that all were sharp and penetrating.
"Your former immediate commander, Major Hertford, and some of his men are due here today," said Grant. "General Thomas, knowing that his own campaign was over, sent them north to Cincinnati and they have come down the river to Cairo. When they reach here they will be attached to the regiment of Colonel Winchester."
d.i.c.k was overjoyed. He had formed a strong liking for Major Hertford and he was quite sure that Warner and Sergeant Whitley would be with him. Once more they would be reunited, reunited for battle. He could not doubt that they would go to speedy action as the little town at the junction of the mighty rivers resounded with preparation.
When Colonel Winchester and the boy had saluted and retired from General Grant"s tent they saw the smoke pouring from the funnels of numerous steamers in the Mississippi, and they saw thousands of troops encamped in tents along the sh.o.r.es of both the Ohio and Mississippi. Heavy cannon were drawn up on the wharves, and ammunition and supplies were being transferred from hundreds of wagons to the steamers. It was evident to any one that this expedition, whatever it might be, was to proceed by water. It was a land of mighty rivers, close together, and a steamer might go anywhere.