As d.i.c.k and Colonel Winchester, on whose staff he would now be, were watching this active scene, a small steamer, coming down the Ohio, drew in to a wharf, and a number of soldiers in faded blue disembarked. The boy uttered a shout of joy.
"What is it, d.i.c.k?" asked Colonel Winchester.
"Why, sir, there"s my former commander, Colonel Newcomb, and just behind him is my comrade, Lieutenant George Warner of Vermont, and not far away is Sergeant Whitley, late of the regular army, one of the best soldiers in the world. Can I greet them, colonel?"
"Of course."
d.i.c.k rushed forward and saluted Colonel Newcomb, who grasped him warmly by the hand.
"So you got safely through, my lad," he said. "Major Hertford, who came down the Kentucky with his detachment and joined us at Carrollton at the mouth of that river, told us of your mission. The major is bringing up the rear of our column, but here are other friends of yours."
d.i.c.k the next moment was wringing the hand of the Vermont boy and was receiving an equally powerful grip in return.
"I believed that we would meet you here," said Warner, "I calculated that with your courage, skill and knowledge of the country the chances were at least eighty per cent in favor of your getting through to Buell. And if you did get through to Buell I knew that at least ninety per cent of the circ.u.mstances would represent your desire and effort to come here. That was a net percentage of seventy-two in favor of meeting you here in Cairo, and the seventy-two per cent has prevailed, as it usually does."
"Nothing is so bad that it can"t be worse," said Sergeant Whitley, as he too gave d.i.c.k"s hand an iron grasp, "and I knew that when we lost you we"d be pretty glad to see you again. Here you are safe an" sound, an" here we are safe an" sound, a most satisfactory condition in war."
"But not likely to remain so long, judging from what we see here," said Warner. "We hear that this man Grant is a restless sort of a person who thinks that the way to beat the enemy is just to go in and beat him."
Major Hertford came up at that moment, and he, too, gave d.i.c.k a welcome that warmed his heart. But the boy did not get to remain long with his old comrades. The Pennsylvania regiment had been much cut down through the necessity of leaving detachments as guards at various places along the river, but it was yet enough to make a skeleton and its ent.i.ty was preserved, forming a little eastern band among so many westerners.
d.i.c.k, at General Grant"s order, was transferred permanently to the staff of Colonel Winchester, and he and the other officers slept that night in a small building in the outskirts of Cairo. He knew that a great movement was at hand, but he was becoming so thoroughly inured to danger and hardship that he slept soundly all through the night.
They heard early the next morning the sound of many trumpets and Colonel Winchester"s regiment formed for embarkation. All the puffing steamers were now in the Ohio, and d.i.c.k saw with them many other vessels which were not used for carrying soldiers. He saw broad, low boats, with flat bottoms, their sides sheathed in iron plates. They were floating batteries moved by powerful engines beneath. Then there were eight huge mortars, a foot across the muzzle, every one mounted separately upon a strong barge and towed. Some of the steamers were sheathed in iron also.
d.i.c.k"s heart throbbed hard when he saw the great equipment. The fighting ships were under the command of Commodore Foote, an able man, but General Grant and his lieutenants, General McClernand and General Smith, commanded the army aboard the transports. On the transport next to them d.i.c.k saw the Pennsylvanians and he waved his hand to his friends who stood on the deck. They waved back, and d.i.c.k felt powerfully the sense of comradeship. It warmed his heart for them all to be together again, and it was a source of strength, too.
The steamer that bore his regiment was named the River Queen, and many of her cabins had been torn away to make more room for the troops who would sleep in rows on her decks, as thick as buffaloes in a herd. The soldiers, like all the others whom he saw, were mostly boys. The average could not be over twenty, and some were not over sixteen. But they had the adaptability of youth. They had scattered themselves about in easy positions. One was playing an accordion, and another a fiddle. The officers did not interrupt them.
As d.i.c.k looked over the side at the yellow torrent some one said beside him: "This is a whopping big river. You don"t see them as deep as this where I come from."
d.i.c.k glanced at the speaker, and saw a lad of about his own age, of medium height, but powerfully built, with shoulders uncommonly thick. His face was tanned brown, but his eyes were blue and his natural complexion was fair. He was clad completely in deerskin, moca.s.sins on his feet and a racc.o.o.n skin cap on his head. d.i.c.k had noticed the Nebraska hunters in such garb, but he was surprised to see this boy dressed in similar fashion among the Kentuckians.
The youth smiled when he saw d.i.c.k"s glance of surprise.
"I know I look odd among you," he said, "and you take me for one of the Nebraska hunters. So I am, but I"m a Kentuckian, too, and I"ve a right to a place with you fellows. My name is Frank Pennington. I was born about forty miles north of Pendleton, but when I was six months old my parents went out on the plains, where I"ve hunted buffalo, and where I"ve fought Indians, too. But I"m a Kentuckian by right of birth just as you are, and I asked to be a.s.signed to the regiment raised in the region from which we came."
"And mighty welcome you are, too," said d.i.c.k, offering his hand. "You belong with us, and we"ll stick together on this campaign."
The two youths, one officer and one private, became fast friends in a moment. Events move swiftly in war. Both now felt the great engines throbbing faster beneath them, and the flotilla, well into the mouth of the Ohio, was leaving the Mississippi behind them. But the Ohio here for a distance is apparently the mightier stream, and they gazed with interest and a certain awe at the vast yellow sheet enclosed by sh.o.r.es, somber in the gray garb of winter. It was the beginning of February, and cold winds swept down from the Illinois prairies. Cairo had been left behind and there was no sign of human habitation. Some wild fowl, careless of winter, flew over the stream, dipped toward the water, and then flew away again.
As far as the eye was concerned the wilderness circled about them and enclosed them. The air was cold and flakes of snow dropped upon the decks and the river, but were gone in an instant. The skies were an unbroken sheet of gray. The scene so lonely and desolate contained a majesty that impressed them all, heightened for these youths by the knowledge that many of them were going on a campaign from which they would never return.
"Looks as wild as the great plains on which I"ve hunted with my father," said Pennington.
"But we hunt bigger game than buffalo," said d.i.c.k.
"Game that is likely to turn and hunt us."
"Yes."
"Do you know where we"re going?"
"Not exactly, but I can make a good guess. I know that we"ve taken on Tennessee River pilots, and I"m sure that we"ll turn into the mouth of that river at Paducah. I infer that we"re to attack Fort Henry, which the Confederates have erected some distance up the Tennessee to guard that river."
"Looks likely. Do you know much about the fort?"
"I"ve heard of it only since I came to Cairo. I know that it stands on low, marshy ground facing the Tennessee, and that it contains seventeen big guns. I haven"t heard anything about the size of its garrison."
"But we"ll have a fight, that"s sure," said young Pennington. "I"ve been in battle only once-at Columbus-but the Johnny Rebs don"t give up forts in a hurry."
"There"s another fort, a much bigger one, named Donelson, on the c.u.mberland," said d.i.c.k. "Both the forts are in Tennessee, but as the two rivers run parallel here in the western parts of the two states, Fort Donelson and Fort Henry are not far apart. I risk a guess that we attack both."
"You don"t risk much. I tell you, d.i.c.k, that man Grant is a holy terror. He isn"t much to look at, but he"s a marcher and a fighter. We fellows in the ranks soon learn what kind of a man is over us. I suppose it"s like the horse feeling through the bit the temper of his rider. President Lincoln has stationed General Halleck at St. Louis with general command here in the West. General Halleck thinks that General Grant is a meek subordinate without ambition, and will always be sending back to him for instructions, which is just what General Halleck likes, but we in the ranks have learned to know our Grant better."
d.i.c.k"s eyes glistened.
"So you think, then," he said, "that General Grant will push this campaign home, and that he"ll soon be where he can"t get instructions from General Halleck?"
"Looks that way to a man up a tree," said Pennington slowly, and solemnly winking his left eye.
They were officer and private, but they were only lads together, and they talked freely with each other. d.i.c.k, after a while, returned to his commanding officer, Colonel Winchester, but there was little to do, and he sat on the deck with him, looking out over the fleet, the transports, the floating batteries, the mortar boats, and the iron-clads. He saw that the North, besides being vastly superior in numbers and resources, was the supreme master on the water through her equipment and the mechanical skill of her people. The South had no advantage save the defensive, and the mighty generals of genius who appeared chiefly on her Virginia line.
d.i.c.k had inherited a thoughtful temperament from his famous ancestor, Paul Cotter, whose learning had appeared almost superhuman to the people of his time, and he was extremely sensitive to impressions. His mind would register them with instant truth. As he looked now upon this floating army he felt that the Union cause must win. On land the Confederates might be invincible or almost so, but the waters of the rivers and the sea upheld the Union cause.
The fleet steamed on at an even pace. Foote, the commodore who had daringly reconnoitered Fort Henry from a single gunboat in the Tennessee, managed everything with alertness and skill. The transports were in the center of the stream. The armed and armored vessels kept on the flanks.
The river, a vast yellow sheet, sometimes turning gray under the gray, wintry skies, seemed alone save for themselves. Not a single canoe or skiff disturbed its surface. Toward evening the flakes of snow came again, and the bitter wind blew once more from the Illinois prairies. All the troops who were not under shelter were wrapped in blankets or overcoats. d.i.c.k and the colonel, with the heavy coats over their uniforms, did not suffer. Instead, they enjoyed the cold, crisp air, which filled their lungs and seemed to increase their power.
"When shall we reach the Tennessee?" asked d.i.c.k.
"You will probably wake up in the morning to find yourself some distance up that stream."
"I"ve never seen the Tennessee."
"Though not the equal of the Ohio, it would be called a giant river in many countries. The whole fleet, if it wanted to do it, could go up it hundreds of miles. Why, d.i.c.k, these boats can go clear down into Alabama, into the very heart of the Confederacy, into the very state at the capital of which Jefferson Davis was inaugurated President of the seceding states."
"I was thinking of that some time ago," said d.i.c.k. "The water is with us."
"Yes, the water is with us, and will stay with us."
They were silent a little while longer and watched the coming of the early winter twilight over the waters and the lonely land. The sky was so heavy with clouds that the gray seemed to melt into the brown. The low banks slipped back into the dark. They saw only the near surface of the river, the dark hulls of the fleet, occasional showers of sparks from smoke stacks, and an immense black cloud made by the smoke of the fleet, trailing behind them far down the river.
"d.i.c.k," said Colonel Winchester suddenly, "as you came across Kentucky from Mill Spring, and pa.s.sed so near Pendleton it must have been a great temptation to you to stop and see your mother."
"It was. It was so great that I yielded to it. I was at our home about midnight for nearly an hour. I hope I did nothing wrong, colonel."
"No, d.i.c.k, my boy. Some martinets might find fault with you, but I should blame you had you not stopped for those few moments. A n.o.ble woman, your mother, d.i.c.k. I hope that she is watched over well."
d.i.c.k glanced at the colonel, but he could not see his face in the deepening twilight.
"My uncle, Colonel Kenton, has directed his people to give her help in case of need," he replied, "but that means physical help against raiders and guerillas. Otherwise she has sufficient for her support."
"That is well. War is terrible on women. And now, d.i.c.k, my lad, we"ll get our supper. This nipping air makes me hungry, and the Northern troops do not suffer for lack of food."
The officers ate in one of the cabins, and when the supper was finished deep night had come over the river, but d.i.c.k, standing on the deck, heard the heavy throb of many engines, and he knew that a great army was still around him, driven on by the will of one man, deep into the country of the foe.
The decks, every foot of plank it seemed, were already covered with the sleeping boys, wrapped in their blankets and overcoats. He saw his friend, the young hunter from Nebraska, lying with his head on his arm, sound asleep, a smile on his face.
d.i.c.k watched until the first darkness thinned somewhat, and the stars came out. Then he retired to one of the cabins, which he shared with three or four others, and slept soundly until he was aroused for breakfast. He had not undressed, and, bathing his face, he went out at once on the deck. Many of the soldiers were up, there was a hum of talk, and all were looking curiously at the river up which they were steaming.
They were in the Tennessee, having pa.s.sed in the night the little town of Paducah-now an important city-at its mouth. It was not so broad as the Ohio, but it was broad, nevertheless, and it had the aspect of great depth. But here, as on the Ohio, they seemed to be steaming through the wilderness. The banks were densely wooded, and the few houses that may have been near were hidden by the trees. No human beings appeared upon the banks.
d.i.c.k knew why the men did not come forth to see the ships. The southwestern part of the state, the old Jackson"s Purchase, and the region immediately adjacent, was almost solidly for the South. They would not find here that division of sentiment, with the majority inclined to the North, that prevailed in the higher regions of Kentucky. The country itself was different. It was low and the waters that came into the Tennessee flowed more sluggishly.
But d.i.c.k was sure that keen eyes were watching the fleet from the undergrowth, and he had no doubt that every vessel had long since been counted and that every detail of the fleet had been carried to the Southern garrisons in the fort.
The cold was as sharp as on the day before, and d.i.c.k, like the others, rejoiced in the hot and abundant breakfast. The boats, an hour or two later, stopped at a little landing, and many of the lads would gladly have gone ash.o.r.e for a few moments, risking possible sharpshooters in the woods, but not one was allowed to leave the vessels. But d.i.c.k"s steamer lay so close to the one carrying the Pennsylvanians that he could talk across the few intervening feet of water with Warner and Whitley. He also took the opportunity to introduce his new friend Pennington, of Nebraska.
"Are you the son of John Pennington, who lived for a little while at Fort Omaha?" asked the sergeant.
"Right you are," replied the young hunter, "I"m his third son."
"Then you"re the third son of a brave man. I was in the regular army and often we helped the pioneers against the Indians. I remember being in one fight with him against the Sioux on the Platte, and in another against the Northern Cheyennes in the Jumping Sand Hills."
"Hurrah!" cried Pennington. "I"m sorry I can"t jump over a section of the Tennessee River and shake hands with you."
"We"ll have our chance later," said the sergeant. At that moment the fleet started again, and the boats swung apart. Through d.i.c.k"s earnest solicitation young Pennington was taken out of the ranks and attached to the staff of Colonel Winchester as an orderly. He was well educated, already a fine campaigner, and beyond a doubt he would prove extremely useful.
They steamed the entire day without interruption. Now and then the river narrowed and they ran between high banks. The scenery became romantic and beautiful, but always wild. The river, deep at any time, was now swollen fifteen feet more by floods on its upper courses, and the water always lapped at the base of the forest.
d.i.c.k and Pennington, standing side by side, saw the second sun set over their voyage, and it was as wild and lonely as the first. There was a yellow river again, and hills covered with a bare forest. Heavy gray clouds trooped across the sky, and the sun was lost among them before it sank behind the hills in the west.
d.i.c.k and Pennington, wrapped in their blankets and overcoats, slept upon the deck that night, with scores of others strewed about them. They were awakened after eleven o"clock by a sputter of rifle shots. d.i.c.k sat up in a daze and heard a bullet hum by his ear. Then he heard a powerful voice shouting: "Down! Down, all of you! It"s only some skirmishers in the woods!" Then a cannon on one of the armor clads thundered, and a sh.e.l.l ripped its way through the underbrush on the west bank. Many exclamations were uttered by the half-awakened lads.
"What is it? Has an army attacked us?"
"Are we before the fort and under fire?"
"Take your foot off me, you big buffalo!"
It was Colonel Winchester who had commanded them to keep down, but d.i.c.k, a staff officer, knew that it did not apply to him. Instead he sprang erect and a.s.sisted the senior officers in compelling the others to lie flat upon the decks. He saw several flashes of fire in the undergrowth, but he had logic enough to know that it could only be a small Southern band. Three or four more sh.e.l.ls raked the woods, and then there was no reply.
The boats steamed steadily on. Only one or two of the young soldiers had been hurt and they but lightly. All rolled themselves again in their blankets and coats and went back to sleep.
The second awakening was about half way between midnight and dawn. Something cold was continually dropping on d.i.c.k"s face and he awoke to find hundreds of sheeted and silent white forms lying motionless upon the deck. Snow was falling swiftly out of a dark sky, and the fleet was moving slowly. In the darkness and stillness the engines throbbed powerfully, and the night was lighted fitfully by the showers of sparks that gushed now and then from the smoke stacks.
d.i.c.k thought of rising and brushing the snow from his blankets, but he was so warm inside them that he yawned once or twice and went to sleep again. When he awoke it was morning again, the snow had ceased and the men were brushing it from themselves and the decks.
The young soldiers, as they ate breakfast, spoke of the rifle shots that had been fired at them the night before and, since little damage had been done, they appreciated the small spice of danger. The wildness and mystery of their situation appealed to them, too. They were like explorers, penetrating new regions.
"To most of us it"s something like the great plains," said Pennington to d.i.c.k. "There you seldom know what you"re coming to; maybe a blizzard, maybe a buffalo herd, and maybe a band of Indians, and you take a pleasure in the uncertainty. But I suppose it"s not the same to you, this being your state."
"I don"t know much about Western Kentucky," said d.i.c.k, "my part lies to the center and east, but anyway, our work is to be done in Tennessee. Those two forts, which I"m sure we"re after, lie in that state."
"And when do you think we"ll reach "em?"
"Tomorrow, I suppose."
The day pa.s.sed without any interruption to the advance of the fleet, although there was occasional firing, but not of a serious nature. Now and then small bands of Confederate skirmishers sent rifle shots from high points along the bank toward the fleet, but they did no damage and the ships steamed steadily on.
The third night out came, and again the young soldiers slept soundly, but the next morning, soon after breakfast, the whole fleet stopped in the middle of the river. A thrill of excitement ran through the army when the news filtered from ship to ship that they were now in Tennessee, and that Fort Henry, which they were to attack, was just ahead.
Nevertheless, they seemed to be yet in the wilderness. The Tennessee, in flood, spread its yellow waters through forest and undergrowth, and the chill gray sky still gave a uniform somber, gray tint to everything. Bugles blew in the boats, and every soldier began to put himself and his weapons in order. The command to make a landing had been given, and Commodore Foote was feeling about for a place.
d.i.c.k now realized the enormous advantage of supremacy upon the water. Had the Confederates possessed armored ships to meet them, the landing of a great army under fire would be impossible, but now they chose their own time and went about it unvexed.
A place was found at last, a rude wharf was constructed hastily, and the fleet disgorged the army, boat by boat. Vast quant.i.ties of stores and heavy cannon were also brought ash.o.r.e. Despite the cold, d.i.c.k and his comrades perspired all the morning over their labors and were covered with mud when the camp was finally constructed at some distance back of the Tennessee, on the high ground beyond the overflow. The transports remained at anchor, but the fighting boats were to drop down the stream and attack the fort at noon the next day from the front, while the army a.s.sailed it at the same time from the rear.
The detachment of Pennsylvanians was by the side of Colonel Winchester"s Kentucky regiment, and Colonel Newcomb and his staff messed with Colonel Winchester and his officers. There was water everywhere, and before they ate they washed the mud off themselves as best they could.
"I suppose," said Warner, "that seventy per cent of our work henceforth will be marching through the mud, and thirty per cent of it will be fighting the rebels in Fort Henry. I hear that we"re not to attack until tomorrow, so I mean to sleep on top of a cannon tonight, lest I sink out of sight in the mud while I"m asleep."
"There"s some pleasure," said Pennington, "in knowing that we won"t die of thirst. You could hardly call this a parched and burning desert."
But as they worked all the remainder of the day on the construction of the camp, they did not care where they slept. When their work was over they simply dropped where they stood and slumbered soundly until morning.
The day opened with a mixture of rain, snow, and fiercely cold winds. Grant"s army moved out of its camp to make the attack, but it was hampered by the terrible weather and the vast swamp through which its course must lead. Colonel Winchester, who knew the country better than any other high officer, was sent ahead on horseback with a small detachment to examine the way. He naturally took d.i.c.k and Pennington, who were on his staff, and by request, Colonel Newcomb, Major Hertford, Warner and Sergeant Whitley went also. The whole party numbered about a hundred men.
d.i.c.k and the other lads rejoiced over their mission. It was better to ride ahead than to remain with an army that was pulling itself along slowly through the mud. The fort itself was only about three miles away, and as it stood upon low, marshy ground, the backwater from the flooded Tennessee had almost surrounded it.
Despite their horses, Winchester"s men found their own advance slow. They had to make many a twist and turn to avoid marshes and deep water before they came within the sight of the fort, and then d.i.c.k"s watch told him that it was nearly noon, the time for the concerted attacks of army and fleet. But it was certain now that the army could not get up until several hours later, and he wondered what would happen.
They saw the fort very clearly from their position on a low hill, and they saw that the main Confederate force was gathered on a height outside, connected with the fort, and as well as he could judge, the ma.s.s seemed to number three or four thousand men.
"What does that mean?" he asked Colonel Winchester.
"I surmise," replied the colonel, "that Tilghman, the Confederate commander, is afraid his men may be caught in a trap. We know his troops are merely raw militia, and he has put them where they can retreat in case of defeat. He, himself, with his trained cannoneers, is inside the fort."
"There can be no attack until tomorrow," said Colonel Newcomb. "It will be impossible for General Grant"s army to get here in time."
"You are certainly right about the army, but I"m not so sure that you"re right about the attack. Look what"s coming up the river."
"The fleet!" exclaimed Newcomb in excitement. "As sure as I"m here it"s the fleet, advancing to make the attack alone. Foote is a daring and energetic man, and the failure of the army to co-operate will not keep him back."
"Daring and energy, seventy per cent, at least," d.i.c.k heard Warner murmur, but he paid no more attention to his comrades because all his interest was absorbed in the thrilling spectacle that was about to be unfolded before them.
The fleet, the armor clads, the floating batteries, and the mortar boats, were coming straight toward the fort. Colonel Winchester lent d.i.c.k his gla.s.ses for a moment, and the boy plainly saw the great, yawning mouths of the mortars. Then he pa.s.sed the gla.s.ses back to the colonel, but he was able to see well what followed with the naked eye. The fleet came on, steady, but yet silent.