"Good! Then we must go the `whole hog" in your favour. I have put in for the first lieutenancy, so we won"t run foul of each other. Let us `hitch teams"."
"With all my heart," said I.
"You came in with that long-bearded hunter. Is he your friend?"
"He is."
"Then I can tell you that among these fellows he"s a `whole team, and a cross dog under the waggon" to boot. See him! he"s at it already."
I had noticed Lincoln in conversation with several leather-legging gentry like himself, whom I knew from their costume and appearance to be backwoodsmen. All at once these saturnine characters commenced moving about the room, and entering into conversation with men whom they had not hitherto deigned to notice.
"They are canva.s.sing," said Clayley.
Lincoln, brushing past, whispered in my ear, "Cap"n, I understan" these hyur critters better"n you kin. Yer must mix among "em--mix and licker--thet"s the idee."
"Good advice," said Clayley; "but if you could only take the shine out of that fellow at fencing, the thing"s done at once. By Jove! I think you might do it, Haller!"
"I have made up my mind to try, at all events."
"Not until the last day--a few hours before the election."
"You are right. It would be better to wait; I shall take your advice.
In the meantime let us follow that of Lincoln--`mix and licker"."
"Ha! ha!" laughed Clayley; "let us come, boys," he added, turning to a very thirsty-looking group, "let"s all take a `smile". Here, _Captain_ Haller! allow me to introduce you;" and the next moment I was introduced to a crowd of very seedy-looking gentlemen, and the moment after we were clinking gla.s.ses, and chatting as familiarly as if we had been friends of forty years" standing.
During the next three days the enrolment continued, and the canva.s.s was kept up with energy. The election was to take place on the evening of the fourth.
Meanwhile my dislike for my rival had been strengthened by closer observation; and, as is general in such cases, the feeling was reciprocal.
On the afternoon of the day in question we stood before each other, foil in hand, both of us nerved by an intense, though as yet _unspoken_, enmity. This had been observed by most of the spectators, who approached and formed a circle around us; all of them highly interested in the result--which, they knew, would be an index to the election.
The room was an armoury, and all kinds of weapons for military practice were kept in it. Each had helped himself to his foil. One of the weapons was without a b.u.t.ton, and sharp enough to be dangerous in the hands of an angry man. I noticed that my antagonist had chosen this one.
"Your foil is not in order; it has lost the b.u.t.ton, has it not?" I observed.
"Ah! monsieur, pardon. I did not perceive that."
"A strange oversight," muttered Clayley, with a significant glance.
The Frenchman returned the imperfect foil, and took another.
"Have you a choice, monsieur?" I inquired.
"No, thank you; I am satisfied."
By this time every person in the rendezvous had come up, and waited with breathless anxiety. We stood face to face, more like two men about to engage in deadly duel than a pair of amateurs with blunt foils. My antagonist was evidently a practised swordsman. I could see that as he came to guard. As for myself, the small-sword exercise had been a foible of my college days, and for years I had not met my match at it; but just then I was out of practice.
We commenced unsteadily. Both were excited by unusual emotions, and our first thrusts were neither skilfully aimed nor parried. We fenced with the energy of anger, and the sparks crackled from the friction of the grazing steel. For several minutes it was a doubtful contest; but I grew cooler every instant, while a slight advantage I had gained irritated my adversary. At length, by a lucky hit, I succeeded in planting the b.u.t.ton of my foil upon his cheek. A cheer greeted this, and I could hear the voice of Lincoln shouting out:
"Wal done, cap"n! Whooray for the mountain-men!" This added to the exasperation of the Frenchman, causing him to strike wilder than before; and I found no difficulty in repeating my former thrust. It was now a sure hit; and after a few pa.s.ses I thrust my adversary for the third time, drawing blood. The cheer rang out louder than before. The Frenchman could no longer conceal his mortification; and, grasping his foil in both hands, he snapped it over his knee, with an oath. Then, muttering some word about "better weapons" and "another opportunity", he strode off among the spectators. Two hours after the combat I was his captain. Clayley was elected first lieutenant, and in a week from that time the company was "mustered" into the service of the United States government, and armed and equipped as an independent corps of "Rifle Rangers". On the 20th of January, 1847, a n.o.ble ship was bearing us over the blue water, toward the sh.o.r.es of a hostile land.
CHAPTER FOUR.
LIFE ON THE ISLAND OF LOBOS.
After calling at Brazos Santiago, we were ordered to land upon the island of Lobos, fifty miles north of Vera Cruz. This was to be our "drill rendezvous." We soon reached the island. Detachments from several regiments debarked together; the jungle was attacked; and in a few hours the green grove had disappeared, and in its place stood the white pyramids of canvas with their floating flags. It was the work of a day. When the sun rose over Lobos it was a desert isle, thickly covered with a jungle of mangrove, manzanel, and icaco trees, green as an emerald. How changed the scene! When the moon looked down upon this same islet it seemed as if a warlike city had sprung suddenly out of the sea, with a navy at anchor in front of its bannered walls!
In a few days six full regiments had encamped upon the hitherto uninhabited island, and nothing was heard but the voice of war.
These regiments were all "raw"; and my duty, with others, consisted in "licking them into shape". It was drill, drill, from morning till night; and, by early tattoo, I was always glad to crawl into my tent and go to sleep--such sleep as a man can get among scorpions, lizards, and soldier-crabs; for the little islet seemed to have within its boundaries a specimen of every reptile that came safely out of the ark.
The 22nd of February being Washington"s birthday, I could not get to bed as usual. I was compelled to accept an invitation, obtained by Clayley, to the tent of Major Twing, where they were--using Clayley"s own words--"to have a night of it."
After tattoo we set out for the major"s marquee, which lay near the centre of the islet, in a coppice of caoutchouc-trees. We had no difficulty in finding it, guided by the jingling of gla.s.ses and the mingling of many voices in boisterous laughter.
As we came near, we could perceive that the marquee had been enlarged by tucking up the flaps in front, with the addition of a fly stretched over an extra ridge-pole. Several pieces of rough plank, spirited away from the ship, resting upon empty bread-barrels, formed the table. Upon this might be recognised every variety of bottles, gla.s.ses, and cups. Open boxes of sardines, piles of ship-biscuits, and segments of cheese filled the intervening s.p.a.ces. Freshly-drawn corks and glistening fragments of lead were strewed around, while a number of dark conical objects under the table told that not a few champagne bottles were already "down among the dead men."
On each side of the table was a row of colonels, captains, subalterns, and doctors seated without regard to rank or age, according to the order in which they had "dropped in". There were also some naval officers, and a sprinkling of strange, half-sailor-looking men, the skippers of transport brigs, steamboats, etcetera; for Twing for a thorough republican in his entertainments; besides, the _day_ levelled all distinctions.
At the head of the table was the major himself, who always carried a large pewter flask suspended from his shoulders by a green string, and without this flask no one ever saw Major Twing. He could not have stuck to it more closely had it been his badge of rank. It was not unusual, on the route, to hear some wearied officer exclaim, "If I only had a pull at old Twing"s pewter!" and "equal to Twing"s flask" was an expression which stamped the quality of any liquor as superfine. Such was one of the major"s peculiarities, though by no means the only one.
As my friend and I made our appearance under the fly, the company was in high glee, everyone enjoying himself with that freedom from restraint of rank peculiar to the American army-service. Clayley was a great favourite with the major, and at once caught his eye.
"Ha, Clayley! that you? Walk in with your friend. Find seats there, gentlemen."
"Captain Haller--Major Twing," said Clayley, introducing me.
"Happy to know you, Captain. Can you find seats there? No. Come up this way. Cudjo, boy! run over to Colonel Marshall"s tent, and steal a couple of stools. Adge, twist the neck off that bottle. Where"s the screw? Hang that screw! Where is it anyhow?"
"Never mind the screw, Mage," cried the adjutant; "I"ve got a patent universal here." So saying, this gentleman held out a champagne bottle in his left hand, and with a down-stroke of his right cut the neck off, as square as if it had been filed.
"Nate!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Hennessy, an Irish officer, who sat near the head of the table, and who evidently admired that sort of thing.
"What we call a Kentucky corkscrew," said the adjutant coolly. "It offers a double advantage. It saves time, and you got the wine clear of--"
"My respects, gentlemen! Captain Haller--Mr Clayley."
"Thank you, Major Twing. To you, sir."
"Ha! the stools at last! Only one! Come, gentlemen, squeeze yourselves up this way. Here, Clayley, old boy; here"s a cartridge-box. Adge!
up-end that box. So--give us your fist, old fellow; how are you? Sit down, Captain; sit down. Cigars, there!"
At that moment the report of a musket was heard without the tent, and simultaneously a bullet whistled through the canvas. It knocked the foraging-cap from the head of Captain Hennessy, and, striking a decanter, shivered the gla.s.s into a thousand pieces!