Occasionally, in this low-arched hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a new position, the experience of his sleep having taught him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself to a sitting posture, blink at the fire for an unintelligent moment, throw a swift glance at his prostrate companion, and then cuddle down again with a grunt of sleepy content.
The youth sat in a forlorn heap until his friend the loud young soldier came, swinging two canteens by their light strings. "Well, now, Henry, ol" boy," said the latter, "we"ll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
He had the bustling ways of an amateur nurse. He fussed around the fire and stirred the sticks to brilliant exertions. He made his patient drink largely from the canteen that contained the coffee. It was to the youth a delicious draught. He tilted his head afar back and held the canteen long to his lips. The cool mixture went caressingly down his blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with comfortable delight.
The loud young soldier watched his comrade with an air of satisfaction. He later produced an extensive handkerchief from his pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and soused water from the other canteen upon the middle of it. This crude arrangement he bound over the youth"s head, tying the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
"There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed, "yeh look like th" devil, but I bet yeh feel better."
The youth contemplated his friend with grateful eyes. Upon his aching and swelling head the cold cloth was like a tender woman"s hand.
"Yeh don"t holler ner say nothin"," remarked his friend approvingly "I know I"m a blacksmith at takin" keer "a sick folks, an" yeh never squeaked.Yer a good un, Henry Most "a men would a" been in th" hospital long ago. A shot in th" head ain"t foolin" business."
The youth made no reply, but began to fumble with the b.u.t.tons of his jacket.
"Well, come, now," continued his friend, "come on. I must put yeh t" bed an" see that yeh git a good night"s rest."
The other got carefully erect, and the loud young soldier led him among the sleeping forms lying in groups and rows. Presently he stooped and picked up his blankets. He spread the rubber one upon the ground and placed the woolen one about the youth"s shoulders.
"There now," he said, "he down an" git some sleep."
The youth, with his manner of doglike obedience, got carefully down like a crone stooping. He stretched out with a murmur of relief and comfort. The ground felt like the softest couch.
But of a sudden he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed: "Hol" on a minnit! Where you goin" t" sleep?"
His friend waved his hand impatiently "Right down there by yeh."
"Well, but hol" on a minnit," continued the youth. "What yeh goin" t" sleep in? I"ve got your--"
The loud young soldier snarled: "Shet up an" go on t" sleep. Don"t be makin" a d.a.m.n" fool "a yerself," he said severely.
After the reproof the youth said no more. An exquisite drowsiness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the blanket enveloped him and made a gentle languor. His head fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly down over his eyes. Hearing a splatter of musketry from the distance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept. He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket, and in a moment was like his comrades.
CHAPTER XIV.
When the youth awoke it seemed , to him that he had been asleep for a thousand years, and he felt sure that he opened his eyes upon an unexpected world. Gray mists were slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun rays. An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky. An icy dew had chilled his face, and immediately upon arousing he curled farther down into his blanket. He stared for a while at the leaves overhead, moving in a heraldic wind of the day.
The distance was splintering and blaring with the noise of fighting. There was in the sound an expression of a deadly persistency, as if it had not begun and was not to cease.
About him were the rows and groups of men that he had dimly seen the previous night. They were getting a last draught of sleep before the awakening. The gaunt, careworn features and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning, but it dressed the skin of the men in corpselike hues and made the tangled limbs appear pulseless and dead. The youth started up with a little cry when his eyes first swept over this motionless ma.s.s of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid, and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted the hall of the forest as a charnel place. He believed for an instant that he was in the house of the dead, and he did not dare to move lest these corpses start up, squalling and squawking. In a second, however, he achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated oath at himself. He saw that this somber picture was not a fact of the present, but a mere prophecy He heard then the noise of a fire crackling briskly in the cold air, and, turning his head, he saw his friend pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog, and he heard the hard cracking of axe blows.
Suddenly there was a hollow rumble of drums. A distant bugle sang faintly. Similar sounds, varying in strength, came from near and far over the forest. The bugles called to each other like brazen gamec.o.c.ks. The near thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a general uplifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke upon the air. In it there was much ba.s.s of grumbling oaths. Strange G.o.ds were addressed in condemnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An officer"s peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unraveled. The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that twisted slowly in the eye sockets.
The youth sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn. "Thunder!" he remarked petulantly. He rubbed his eyes, and then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound. His friend, perceiving him to be awake, came from the fire. "Well, Henry, ol" man, how do yeh feel this mornin"?" he demanded.
The youth yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth to a little pucker. His head, in truth, felt precisely like a melon, and there was an unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
"Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
"Thunder!" exclaimed the other. "I hoped ye"d feel all right this mornin". Let"s see th" bandage-I guess it"s slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a clumsy way until the youth exploded.
"Gosh-dern it!" he said in sharp irritation; "you"re the hangdestz man I ever saw! You wear m.u.f.fs on your hands. Why in good thundera tion can"t you be more easy? I"d rather you"d stand off an" throw guns at it. Now, go slow, an" don"t act as if you was nailing down carpet." man I ever saw! You wear m.u.f.fs on your hands. Why in good thundera tion can"t you be more easy? I"d rather you"d stand off an" throw guns at it. Now, go slow, an" don"t act as if you was nailing down carpet."
He glared with insolent command at his friend, but the latter answered soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an" git some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh"ll feel better."
At the fireside the loud young soldier watched over his comrade"s wants with tenderness and care. He was very busy marshaling the little black vagabonds of tin cups and pouring into them the streaming, iron colored mixture from a small and sooty tin pail. He had some fresh meat, which he roasted hurriedly upon a stick. He sat down then and contemplated the youth"s appet.i.te with glee.
The youth took note of a remarkable change in his comrade since those days of camp life upon the river bank. He seemed no more to be continually regarding the proportions of his personal prowess. He was not furious at small words that p.r.i.c.ked his conceits. He was no more a loud young soldier. There was about him now a fine reliance. He showed a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this inward confidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to little words of other men aimed at him.
The youth reflected. He had been used to regarding his comrade as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexperience, thoughtless, headstrong, jealous, and filled with a tinsel courage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut in his own dooryard. The youth wondered where had been born these new eyes; when his comrade had made the great discovery that there were many men who would refuse to be subjected by him. Apparently, the other had now climbed a peak of wisdom from which he could perceive himself as a very wee thing. And the youth saw that ever after it would be easier to live in his friend"s neighborhood.
His comrade balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his knee. "Well, Henry," he said, "what d"yeh think th" chances are? D"yeh think we"ll wallop "em?"
The youth considered for a moment. "Day-b"fore-yesterday," he finally replied, with boldness, "you would "a" bet you"d lick the hull kit-an"-boodle all by yourself."
His friend looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked. He pondered. "Well, perhaps I would," he decided at last. He stared humbly at the fire.
The youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, you wouldn"t either," he said, hastily trying to retrace.
But the other made a deprecating gesture. "Oh, yeh needn"t mind, Henry," he said. "I believe I was a pretty big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse of years.
There was a little pause.
"All th" officers say we"ve got th" rebs in a pretty tight box," said the friend, clearing his throat in a commonplace way. "They all seem t" think we"ve got "em jest where we want "em."
"I don"t know about that," the youth replied. "What I seen over on th" right makes me think it was th" other way about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gettin" a good poundin" yestirday."
"D"yeh think so?" inquired the friend. "I thought we handled "em pretty rough yestirday."
"Not a bit," said the youth. "Why, lord, man, you didn"t see nothing of the fight. Why! " Then a sudden thought came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin"s dead."
His friend started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
The youth spoke slowly. "Yes. He"s dead. Shot in th" side."
"Yeh don"t say so. Jim Conklin.... poor cuss!"
All about them were other small fires surrounded by men with their little black utensils. From one of these near came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge, bearded man, causing him to spill coffee upon his blue knees. The man had gone into a rage and had sworn comprehensively. Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly there was going to be a fight.
The friend arose and went over to them, making pacific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what"s th" use?" he said. "We"ll be at th" rebs in less"n an hour. What"s th" good fightin" "mong ourselves?"
One of the light-footed soldiers turned upon him red-faced and violent. "Yeh needn"t come around here with yer preachin". I s"pose yeh don"t approve "a fightin" since Charley Morgan licked yeh; but I don"t see what business this here is "a yours or anybody else."
"Well, it ain"t," said the friend mildly. "Still I hate t" see--"
There was a tangled argument.
"Well, he---," said the two, indicating their opponent with accusative forefingers.
The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended clawlike. "Well, they-"
But during this argumentative time the desire to deal blows seemed to pa.s.s, although they said much to each other. Finally the friend returned to his old seat. In a short while the three antagonists could be seen together in an amiable bunch.
"Jimmie Rogers ses I"ll have t" fight him after th" battle t"-day," announced the friend as he again seated himself. "He ses he don"t allow no interferin" in his business. I hate t" see th" boys fightin" "mong themselves."
The youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit.Yeh ain"t at all like yeh was. I remember when you an" that Irish feller---" He stopped and laughed again.
"No, I didn"t use t" be that way," said his friend thoughtfully. "That"s true "nough."
"Well, I didn"t mean--" began the youth.
The friend made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh needn"t mind, Henry."
There was another little pause.
"Th" reg"ment lost over half th" men yestirday," remarked the friend eventually. "I thought "a course they was all dead, but, laws, they kep" a-comin" back last night until it seems, after all, we didn"t lose but a few. They"d been scattered all over, wanderin" around in th" woods, fightin" with other reg"ments, an" everything. Jest like you done."37 "So?" said the youth.
CHAPTER XV.
The regiment was standing at order armsaa at the side of a lane, waiting for the command to march, when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had in-trusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade. at the side of a lane, waiting for the command to march, when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had in-trusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
"Wilson!"
"What?"
His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause his expression was at that moment very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothing," he said.
His friend turned his head in some surprise, "Why, what was yeh goin" t" say?"
"Oh, nothing," repeated the youth.
He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
He had been possessed of much fear of his friend, for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had a.s.sured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity, but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a cross-examination. He was master. It would now be he who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
The friend had, in a weak hour, spoken with sobs of his own death. He had delivered a melancholy oration previous to his funeral, and had doubtless in the packet of letters, presented various keepsakes to relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had delivered himself into the hands of the youth.
The latter felt immensely superior to his friend, but he inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an air of patronizing good humor.
His self-pride was now entirely restored. In the shade of its flourishing growth he stood with braced and self-confident legs, and since nothing could now be discovered he did not shrink from an encounter with the eyes of judges, and allowed no thoughts of his own to keep him from an att.i.tude of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the dark, so he was still a man.
Indeed, when he remembered his fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance he began to see something fine there. He had license to be pompous and veteranlike.
His panting agonies of the past he put out of his sight.
In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the d.a.m.ned who roared with sincerity at circ.u.mstances. Few but they ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He had been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance. Besides, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed. There was a little flower of confidence growing within him. He was now a man of experience. He had been out among the dragons, he said, and he a.s.sured himself that they were not so hideous as he had imagined them. Also, they were inaccurate ; they did not sting with precision. A stout heart often defied, and defying, escaped.
And, furthermore, how could they kill him who was the chosen of G.o.ds and doomed to greatness?
He remembered how some of the men had run from the battle. As he recalled their terror-struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had surely been more fleet and more wild than was absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
He was aroused from this reverie by his friend, who, having hitched about nervously and blinked at the trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory way, and spoke.
"Fleming!"
"What?"
The friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
"Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might as well give me back them letters." Dark, p.r.i.c.kling blood had flushed into his cheeks and brow "All right, Wilson," said the youth. He loosened two b.u.t.tons of his coat, thrust in his hand, and brought forth the packet. As he extended it to his friend the latter"s face was turned from him.
He had been slow in the act of producing the packet because during it he had been trying to invent a remarkable comment upon the affair. He could conjure nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It was a generous thing.
His friend at his side seemed suffering great shame. As he contemplated him, the youth felt his heart grow more strong and stout. He had never been compelled to blush in such manner for his acts; he was an individual of extraordinary virtues.
He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too bad! The poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle pictures he had seen, he felt quite competent to return home and make the hearts of the people glow with stories of war. He could see himself in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could exhibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
He saw his gaping audience picturing him as the central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the consternation and the e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of his mother and the young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals. Their vague feminine formula for beloved ones doing brave deeds on the field of battle without risk of life would be destroyed.
CHAPTER XVI.
Asputtering of musketry was always to be heard. Later, the cannon had entered the dispute. In the fog-filled air their voices made a thudding sound. The reverberations were continued. This part of the world led a strange, battleful existence.