Far off on the Mississippi the three saw puffing black smoke marking the presence of a Union fleet, which never for one instant in the whole course of the war relaxed its grip of steel upon the Confederacy. d.i.c.k"s heart thrilled at the sight of the brave ships. He felt then, as most of us have felt since, that whatever happened the American navy would never fail.
"I hear the ships are going to bombard," said Warner.
"I heard so, too," said Pennington, "and I heard also that they will have to do it under the most difficult circ.u.mstances. The water in front of Grand Gulf is so deep that the ships can"t anchor. It has a swift current, too, making at that point more than six knots an hour. There are powerful eddies, too, and the batteries crowning the cliffs are so high that the cannon of the gunboats will have trouble in reaching them."
"Still, Mr. Pessimist," said d.i.c.k, "remember what the gunboats did at Fort Henry. You"ll find the same kind of men here."
"I wasn"t trying to discourage you. I was merely telling the worst first. We"re going to win. We nearly always win here in the West, but it seems to me the country is against us now. This doesn"t look much like the plains, d.i.c.k, with its big, deep rivers, its high bluffs along the banks, and its miles and miles of swamp or wet lowlands. How wide would you say the Mississippi is here?"
"Somewhere between a mile and a mile and a half."
"And they say it"s two or three hundred feet deep. Look at the steamers, boys. How many are there?"
"I count seven pyramids of smoke," said Warner, "four in one group and three in another. All the pyramids are becoming a little faint as the twilight is advancing. d.i.c.k, you call me a cold mathematical person, but this vast river flowing in its deep channel, the dark bluffs up there, and the vast forests would make me feel mighty lonely if you fellows were not here. It"s a long way to Vermont."
"Fifteen hundred or maybe two thousand miles," said d.i.c.k, "but look how fast the dark is coming. I was wrong in saying it"s coming. It just drops down. The smoke of the steamers has melted into the night, and you don"t see them any more. The surface of the river has turned black as ink, the bluffs of Grand Gulf have gone, and we"ve turned back three or four hundred years."
"What do you mean by going back three or four hundred years?" asked Warner, looking curiously at d.i.c.k.
"Why, don"t you see them out there?"
"See them out there? See what?"
"Why, the queer little ships with the high sides and prows! On my soul, George, they"re the caravels of Spain! Look, they"re stopping! Now they lower something in black over the side of the first caravel. I see a man in a black robe like a priest, holding a cross in his hand and standing at the ship"s edge saying something. I think he"s praying, boys. Now sailors cut the ropes that hold the dark object. It falls into the river and disappears. It"s the burial of De Soto in the Father of Waters which he discovered!"
"d.i.c.k, you"re dreaming," exclaimed Pennington.
"Yes, I know, but once there was a Chinaman who dreamed that he was a lily. When he woke up he didn"t know whether he was a Chinaman who had dreamed he was a lily or a lily now dreaming he was a Chinaman."
"I like that story, d.i.c.k, but you"ve got too much imagination. The tale of the death and burial of De Soto has always been so vivid to you that you just stood there and re-created the scene for yourself."
"Of course that"s it," said Pennington, "but why can"t a fellow create things with his mind, when things that don"t exist jump right up before his eyes? I"ve often seen the mirage, generally about dark, far out on the western plains. I"ve seen a beautiful lake and green gardens where there was nothing but the brown swells rolling on."
"I concede all you say," said d.i.c.k readily. "I have flashes sometimes, and so does Harry Kenton and others I know."
"Flashes! What do you mean?" asked Warner.
"Why, a sort of lightning stroke out of the past. Something that lasts only a second, but in which you have a share. Boys, one day I saw myself a Carthaginian soldier following Hannibal over the Alps."
"Maybe," said Pennington, "we have lived other lives on this earth, and sometimes a faint glimpse of them comes to us. It"s just a guess."
"That"s so," said Warner, "and we"d better be getting back to the regiment. Grand Gulf defended by Bowen and eight thousand good men is really enough for us. I think we"re going to see some lively fighting here."
The heavy boom of a cannon from the upper circle of batteries swept over the vast sheet of water flowing so swiftly toward the Gulf. The sound came back in dying echoes, and then there was complete silence among besieged and besiegers.
The Winchesters had found a good solid place, a little hill among the marshes, and they were encamped there with their horses. d.i.c.k had no messages to carry, but he remained awake, while his comrades slept soundly. He had slept so much the night before that he had no desire for sleep now.
From his position he could see the Confederate bluffs and a few lights moving there, but otherwise the two armies were under a blanket of darkness. He again felt deeply the sense of isolation and loneliness, not for himself alone, but for the whole army. Grant had certainly shown supreme daring in pushing far into the South, and the government at Washington had cause for alarm lest he be reckless. If there were any strong hand to draw together the forces of the Confederacy they could surely crush him. But he had already learned in this war that those who struck swift and hard were sure to win. That was Stonewall Jackson"s way, and it seemed to be Grant"s way, too.
Still unable to sleep, he walked to a better position, where he could see the shimmering dark of the river and the misty heights with their two circles of cannon. A tall figure standing there turned at his tread and he recognized Colonel Winchester.
"Uneasy at our position, d.i.c.k?" said the colonel, fathoming his mind at once.
"A little, sir, but I think General Grant will pull us through."
"He will, d.i.c.k, and he"ll take this fort, too. Grant"s the hammer we"ve been looking for. Look at his record. He"s had backsets, but in the end he"s succeeded in everything he"s tried. The Confederate government and leaders have made a mess of their affairs in the West and Southwest, and General Grant is taking full advantage of it."
"Do we attack in the morning, sir?"
"We do, d.i.c.k, though not by land. Porter, with his seven gunboats, is going to open on the fort, but it will be a hazardous undertaking."
"Because of the nature of the river, sir?"
"That"s it. They can"t anchor, and with full steam up, caught in all the violent eddies that the river makes rounding the point, they"ll have to fire as best they can."
"But the gunboats did great work at Fort Henry, sir."
"So they did, d.i.c.k, and we"ve come a long way South since then, which means that we"re making progress and a lot of it here in the West. Well, we"ll see to-morrow."
They walked back to their own camp and sleep came to d.i.c.k at last. But he awoke early and found that the thrill of expectation was running through the whole army. Their position did not yet enable them to attack on land, but far out on the river they saw the gunboats moving. Porter, the commander, divided them into two groups. Four of the gunboats were to attack the lower circle of batteries and three were to pour their fire upon the upper ring.
d.i.c.k by day even more than by night recognized the difficulty of the task. Before them flowed the vast swift current of the Mississippi, gleaming now in the sunshine, and beyond were the frowning bluffs, crested and ringed with cannon. Grant had with him twenty thousand men and his seven gunboats, and Bowen, eight thousand troops. But if the affair lasted long other Southern armies would surely come.
d.i.c.k and his comrades had little to do but watch and thousands watched with them. When the sun was fully risen the seven boats steamed out in two groups, four farther down the river in order to attack the lower batteries, while the other three up the stream would launch their fire against those on the summit.
He watched the crest of the cliffs. He saw plainly through his gla.s.ses the muzzles of cannon and men moving about the batteries. Then there was a sudden blaze of fire and column of smoke and a sh.e.l.l struck in the water near one of the gunboats. The boat replied and its comrades also sent shot and sh.e.l.l toward the frowning summit. Then the batteries, both lower and upper, replied with full vigor and all the cliffs were wrapped in fire and smoke.
The boats steamed in closer and closer, pouring an incessant fire from their heavy guns, and both rings of batteries on the cliffs responded. The water of the river spouted up in innumerable little geysers and now and then a boat was struck. Over both cliffs and river a great cloud of smoke lowered. It grew so dense that d.i.c.k and his comrades, watching with eagerness, were unable to tell much of what was happening.
Yet as the smoke lifted or was shot through with the blaze of cannon fire they saw that their prophecies were coming true. The boats in water too deep for anchorage were caught in the powerful eddies and their captains had to show their best seamanship while they steamed back and forth.
The battle between ship and sh.o.r.e went on for a long time. It seemed at last to the watching Union soldiers that the fire from the lower line of batteries was diminishing.
"We"re making some way," said Warner.
"It looks like it," said d.i.c.k. "Their lower batteries are not so well protected as the upper."
"If we were only over there, helping with our own guns."
"But there"s a big river in between, and we"ve got to leave it to the boats for to-day, anyhow."
"Look again at those lower batteries. Their fire is certainly decreasing. I can see it die down."
"Yes, and now it"s stopped entirely. The boats have done good work!"
A tremendous cheer burst from the troops on the west sh.o.r.e as they saw how much their gallant little gunboats had achieved. Every gun in the lower batteries was silent now, but the top of the cliffs was still alive with flame. The batteries there were far from silent. Instead their fire was increasing in volume and power.
The four gunboats that had silenced the lower batteries now moved up to the aid of their comrades, and the seven made a united effort, steaming forward in a sort of half-moon, and raining shot and sh.e.l.l upon the summits. But the guns there, well-sheltered and having every advantage over rocking steamers, maintained an accurate and deadly fire. The decks of the gunboats were swept more than once. Many men were killed or wounded. Heavy shot crashed through their sides, and d.i.c.k expected every instant to see some one of them sunk by a huge exploding sh.e.l.l.
"They can"t win! They can"t win!" he exclaimed. "They"d better draw off before they"re sunk!"
"So they had," said Warner sadly. "Boats are at a disadvantage fighting batteries. The old darky was right when he preferred a train wreck to a boat wreck, "ef the train"s smashed, thar you are on the solid ground, but ef the boat blows up, whar is you?" That"s sense. The boats are retiring! It"s sad, but it"s sense. A boat that steams away will live to fight another day."
d.i.c.k was dejected. He fancied he could hear the cheering of their foes at what looked like a Union defeat, but he recalled that Grant, the bulldog, led them. He would never think of retiring, and he was sure to be ready with some new attempt.
The gunboats drew off to the far western sh.o.r.e and lay there, puffing smoke defiantly. Their fight with the batteries had lasted five hours and they had suffered severely. It seemed strange to d.i.c.k that none of them had been sunk, and in fact it was strange. All had been hit many times, and one had been pierced by nearly fifty shot or sh.e.l.l. Their killed or wounded were numerous, but their commanders and crews were still resolute, and ready to go into action whenever General Grant wished.
"s.p.u.n.ky little fellows," said Pennington. "We don"t have many boats out where I live, but I must hand a bunch of laurel to the navy every time."
"And you can bind wreaths around the hair of those navy fellows, too," said Warner, "and sing songs in their honor whether they win or lose."
"Now I wonder what"s next," said d.i.c.k.
To their surprise the gunboats opened fire again just before sundown, and the batteries replied fiercely. Rolling clouds of smoke mingled with the advancing twilight, and the great guns from either side flashed through the coming darkness. Then from a stray word or two dropped by Colonel Winchester d.i.c.k surmised the reason of this new and rather distant cannonade.
He knew that General Grant had transports up the river above Grand Gulf, and he believed that they were now coming down the stream under cover of the bombardment and the darkness. He confided his belief to Warner, who agreed with him. Presently they saw new coils of smoke in the darkness and knew they were right. The transports, steaming swiftly, were soon beyond the range of the batteries, and then the gun boats, drawing off, dropped down the river with them.
Long before the boats reached a point level with Grant"s camp the army was being formed in line for embarkation on the gunboats and transports. The horses were to be placed on one or two of the transports and the men filled all the other vessels.
"You can"t down Grant," said Pennington. "A failure with him merely means that he"s going to try again."
"But don"t forget the navy and the Father of Waters," said d.i.c.k, as their transports swung from the sh.o.r.e upon the dark surface of the river. "The mighty rivers help us. Look how we went up the c.u.mberland and the Tennessee and now we"ve harnessed a flowing ocean for our service."
"Getting poetical, d.i.c.k," said Warner.
"I feel it and so do you. You can"t see the bluffs any more. There"s nothing in sight, but the lights of the steamers and the transports. We must be somewhere near the middle of the stream, because I can"t make out either sh.o.r.e."
There were two regiments aboard the transport, the Winchester and one from Ohio, which had fought by their side at both Perryville and Stone River. Usually these boys chattered much, but now they were silent, permeated by the same feelings that had overwhelmed d.i.c.k. In the darkness-all lights were concealed as much as possible-with both banks of the vast river hidden from them, they felt that they were in very truth afloat upon a flowing ocean.
They knew little about their journey, except that they were destined for the eastern sh.o.r.e, the same upon which Grand Gulf stood, but they did not worry about this lack of knowledge. They were willing to trust to Grant, and most of them were already asleep, upon the decks, in the cabins, or in any place in which a human body could secure a position.
d.i.c.k did not sleep. The feeling of mystery and might made by the tremendous river remained longer in his sensitive and imaginative nature. His mind, too, looked backward. He knew that the great grandfathers of Harry Kenton and himself, the famous Henry Ware and the famous Paul Cotter, had pa.s.sed up and down this monarch of streams. He knew of their adventures. How often had he and his cousin, who now, alas! was on the other side, listened to the stories of those mighty days as they were handed from father to son! Those lads had floated in little boats and he was on a steamer, but it seemed to him that the river with its mighty depths took no account of either, steamer or canoe being all the same to its vast volume of water.
He was standing by the rail looking over, when happening to glance back he saw by the ship"s lantern what he thought was a familiar face. A second glance and he was sure. He remembered that fair-haired Ohio lad, and, smiling, he said: "You"re one of those Ohio boys who, marching southward from its mouth in the Ohio, drank the tributary river dry clear to its source, the mightiest achievement in quenching thirst the world has ever known. You"re the boy, too, who told about it."
The youth moved forward, gazed at him and said: "Now I remember you, too. You"re d.i.c.k Mason of the Winchester regiment. I heard the Winchesters were on board, but I haven"t had time to look around. It was hot when we drank up the river, but it was hotter that afternoon at Perryville. G.o.d! what a battle! And again at Stone River, when the Johnnies surprised us and took us in flank. It was you Kentuckians then who saved us."
"Just as you would have saved us, if it had been the other way."
"I hope so. But, Mason, we left a lot of the boys behind. A big crowd stopped forever at Perryville, and a bigger at Stone River."
"And we left many of ours, too. I suppose we"ll land soon, won"t we, and then take these Grand Gulf forts with troops."
"Yes, that"s the ticket, but I hear, Mason, it"s hard to find a landing on the east side. The banks are low there and the river spreads out to a vast distance. After the boats go as far as they can we"ll have to get off in water up to our waists and wade through treacherous floods."
The question of landing was worrying Grant at that time and worrying him terribly. The water spread far out over the sunken lands and he might have to drop down the river many miles before he could find a landing on solid ground, a fact which would scatter his army along a long line, and expose it to defeat by the Southern land forces. But his anxieties were relieved early in the morning when a colored man taken aboard from a canoe told him of a bayou not five miles below Grand Gulf up which his gunboats and transports could go and find a landing for the troops on solid ground.
d.i.c.k was asleep when the boats entered the bayou, but he was soon awakened by the noise of landing. It was then that most of the Winchester and of the Ohio regiment discovered that they were comrades, thrown together again by the chances of war, and there was a mighty welcome and shaking of hands. But it did not interfere with the rapidity of the landing. The Winchester regiment was promptly ordered forward and, advancing on solid ground, took a little village without firing a shot.
All that day troops came up and Grant"s army, after having gone away from Grand Gulf in darkness, was coming back to it in daylight.
"They say that Pemberton at Vicksburg could gather together fifty thousand men and strike us, while we"ve only twenty thousand here," said Pennington.
"But he isn"t going to do it," said Warner. "How do I know? No, I"m not a prophet nor the son of a prophet. There"s nothing mysterious about it. This man Grant who leads us knows the value of time. He makes up his mind fast and he acts fast. The Confederate commander doesn"t do either. So Grant is bound to win. Let z equal resolution and y equal speed and we have z plus y which equals resolution and speed, that is victory."
"I hope it will work out that way," said d.i.c.k, "but war isn"t altogether mathematics."
"Not altogether, but that beautiful study plays a great part in every campaign. People are apt to abuse mathematics, when they don"t know what they"re talking about. The science of mathematics is the very basis of music, divine melody, heaven"s harmony."
"You needn"t tell me," said Pennington, "that a plus b and z minus y lie at the basis of "Home, Sweet Home" and the "Star Spangled Banner." I accept a lot of your tales because you come from an old state like Vermont, but there"s a limit, George."
Warner looked at him pityingly.
"Frank," he said, "I"m not arguing with you. I"m telling you. Haven"t you known me long enough to accept whatever I say as a fact, and to accept it at once and without question? Not to do so is an insult to me and to the truth. Now say over slowly with me: "The basis of music is mathematics.""
They said slowly together: "The basis of music is mathematics."
"Now I accept your apologies," said Warner loftily.
Pennington laughed.
"You"re a queer fellow, George," he said. "When this war is over and I receive my general"s uniform I"m coming up into the Vermont mountains and look your people over. Will it be safe?"
"Of course, if you learn to read and write by then, and don"t come wearing your buffalo robe. We"re strong on education and manners."
"Why, George," said Pennington in the same light tone, "I could read when I was two years old, and, as for writing, I wrote a lot of text-books for the Vermont schools before I came to the war."
"Shut up, you two," said d.i.c.k. "Don"t you know that this is a war and not a talking match?"
"It"s not a war just now, or at least there are a few moments between battles," retorted Warner, "and the best way I can use them is in instructing our ignorant young friend from Nebraska."
Their conversation was interrupted by Colonel Winchester, who ordered the regiment to move to a new point. General Grant had decided to attack a little town called Port Gibson, which commanded the various approaches to Grand Gulf. If he could take that he might shut up Bowen and his force in Grand Gulf. On the other hand, if he failed he might be shut in himself by Confederate armies gathering from Jackson, Vicksburg, and elsewhere. The region, moreover, was complicated for both armies by the mighty Mississippi and the Big Black River, itself a large stream, and there were deep and often unfordable bayous.
But Grant showed great qualities, and d.i.c.k, who was experienced enough now to see and know, admired him more than ever. He pushed forward with the utmost resolution and courage. His vanguard, led by McClernand, and including the Winchester regiment, seized solid ground near Port Gibson, but found themselves confronted by a formidable Southern force. Bowen, who commanded in Grand Gulf, was brave and able. Seeing the Union army marching toward his rear, and knowing that if Grant took it he would be surrounded, both on land and water, by a force outnumbering his nearly three to one, he marched out at once and took station two miles in front of Port Gibson.
d.i.c.k was by the side of Colonel Winchester as he rode forward. The faint echo of shots from the skirmishers far in front showed that they had roused up an enemy. Gla.s.ses were put in use at once.
"The Confederates are before us," said Colonel Winchester.
"So they are, and we"re going to have hard fighting," said a major. "Look what a position!"
d.i.c.k said nothing, but he was using his gla.s.ses, too. He saw before him rough ground, thickly sown with underbrush. There was also a deep ravine or rather marsh choked with vines, bushes, reeds, and trees that like a watery soil. The narrow road divided and went around either end of the long work, where the two divisions united again on a ridge, on which Bowen had placed his fine troops and artillery.
"I don"t see their men yet, except a few skirmishers," said d.i.c.k.
"No, but we"ll find them in some good place beyond it," replied Colonel Winchester, divining Bowen"s plan.
It was night when the army in two divisions, one turning to the right and the other to the left, began the circuit of the great marshy ravine. d.i.c.k noticed that the troops who had struggled so long in mud and water were eager. Here, west of the Alleghanies, the men in blue were always expecting to win.