Harry heard behind him the long roll and murmur of the marching army, the wheels of cannon and wagons grating on the turnpike, the occasional neigh of a horse, the rattle of arms and the voices of men talking low. Most of these men had been a year and a half ago citizens untrained for war. They were not mere creatures of drill, but they were intelligent, and they thought for themselves. They knew as well as the officers what Jackson had done and henceforth they looked upon him as something almost superhuman. Confident in his genius they were ready to follow wherever Jackson led, no matter what the odds.
These were exactly the feelings of both Harry and Dalton. They would never question or doubt again. Both of them, with the hero worship of youth felt a mighty swell of pride, that they should ride with so great a leader, and be so near to him.
The army marched on in the darkening hours, leaving behind it sixty thousand men who closed up the ring only to find their game gone.
Harry heard from the older staff officers that they would go on up the valley until they came to the Gaps of the Blue Ridge. There in an impregnable position they could turn and fight pursuit or take the railway to Richmond and join in the defense against McClellan. It all depended on what Jackson thought, and his thoughts were uniformly disclosed by action.
Meanwhile the news was spreading through the North that Jackson had escaped, carrying with him his prisoners and captured stores. Odds had counted for nothing. All the great efforts directed from Washington had been unavailing. All the courage and energy of brave men had been in vain. But the North did not cease her exertions for an instant. Lincoln, a man of much the same character as Jackson, but continually thwarted by mediocre generals, urged the attack anew. Dispatches were sent to all the commanders ordering them to push the pursuit of Jackson and to bring him to battle.
Cut to the quick by their great failure, Fremont, Shields, Ord, Banks, McDowell and all the rest, pushed forward on either side of the Ma.s.sanuttons, those on the west intending to cross at the gap, join their brethren, and make another concerted attempt at Jackson"s destruction.
But Harry ceased to think of armies and battles as he rode on in the dark. He was growing sleepy again and he dozed in his saddle. Half consciously he thought of his father and wondered where he was. He had received only one letter from him after Shiloh, but he believed that he was still with the Confederate army in the west, taking an active part. Much as he loved his father it was the first time that he had been in his thoughts in the last two weeks. How could any one think of anything but the affair of the moment at such a time, when the seconds were ticked off by cannon-shots!
In this vague and pleasant dream he also remembered d.i.c.k Mason, his cousin, who was now somewhere there in the west fighting on the other side. He thought of d.i.c.k with affection and he liked him none the less because he wore the blue. Then, curiously enough, the last thing that he remembered was his Tacitus, lying in his locked desk in the Pendleton Academy. He would get out that old fellow again some day and finish him. Then he fell sound asleep in his saddle, and the horse went steadily on, safely carrying his sleeping master.
He did not awake until midnight, when Dalton"s hand on his shoulder caused him to open his eyes.
"I"ve been asleep, too, Harry," said Dalton, "but I woke up first. We"re going into camp here for the rest of the night."
"I"m glad to stop," said Harry, "but I wonder what the dawn will bring."
"I wonder," said Dalton.
CHAPTER XIII. THE SULLEN RETREAT
Harry, like the rest of the army, slept soundly through the rest of the night and they rose to a brilliant first day of June. The scouts said that the whole force of Fremont was not far behind, while the army of Shields was marching on a parallel line east of the Ma.s.sanuttons, and ready at the first chance to form a junction with Fremont.
Youth seeks youth and Harry and Dalton found a little time to talk with St. Clair and Langdon.
"We"ve broken their ring and pa.s.sed through," said Langdon, "but as sure as we live we"ll all be fighting again in a day. If the Yankees follow too hard Old Jack will turn and fight "em. Now, why haven"t the Yankees got sense enough to let us alone and go home?"
"They"ll never do it," said Dalton gravely. "We"ve got to recognize that fact. I"m never going to say another word about the Yankees not being willing to fight."
"They"re too darned willing," said Happy Tom. "That"s the trouble."
"I woke up just about the dawn," said Dalton. "Everybody was asleep, but the general, and I saw him praying."
"Then it means fighting and lots of it," said St. Clair. "I"m going to make the best use I can of this little bit of rest, as I don"t expect another chance for at least a month. Stonewall Jackson thinks that one hour a day for play keeps Jack from being a dull boy."
"Just look at our colonels, will you?" said Happy Tom. "They"re believers in what Arthur says."
Colonel Leonidas Talbot and Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire were sitting in a corner of a rail fence opposite each other, and their bent gray heads nearly touched. But their eyes were on a small board between them and now and then they moved carved figures back and forth.
"They"re playing chess," whispered Happy Tom. "They found the board and set of men in the captured baggage, and this is their first chance to use them."
"They can"t possibly finish a game," said Harry.
"No," said Tom, "they can"t, and it"s just as well. Why anybody wants to play chess is more than I can understand. I"d rather watch a four-mile race between two turtles. It"s a lot swifter and more thrilling."
"It takes intelligence to play chess, Happy," said St. Clair.
"And time, too," rejoined Happy. "If a thing consumes a lifetime anyway, what"s the use of intelligence?"
A bugle sounded. The two colonels raised their gray heads and gave the chess men and the board to an orderly. The four boys returned to their horses, and in a few minutes Jackson"s army was once more on the march, the Acadian band near the head of the column playing as joyously as if it had never lost a member in battle. The mountains and the valley between were bathed in light once more. The heavy dark green foliage on the slopes of the Ma.s.sanuttons rested the eye and the green fields of the valley were cheering.
"I don"t believe I"d ever forget this valley if I lived to be a thousand," said Harry. "I"ve marched up and down it so much and every second of the time was so full of excitement."
"Here"s one day of peace, or at least it looks so," said Dalton.
But Jackson beckoned to Harry, bade him ride to the rear and report if there was any sign of the enemy. They had learned to obey quickly and Harry galloped back by the side of the marching army. Even now the men were irrepressible and he was saluted with the old familiar cries: "Hey, Johnny Reb, come back! You"re going toward the Yankees, not away from "em."
"Let him go ahead, Bill. He"s goin" to tell the Yankees to stop or he"ll hurt "em."
"That ain"t the way to ride a hoss, bub. Don"t set up so straight in the saddle."
Harry paid no attention to this disregard of his dignity as an officer. He had long since become used to it, and, if they enjoyed it, he was glad to furnish the excuse. He reached the rear guard of scouts and skirmishers, and, turning his horse, kept with them for a while, but they saw nothing. Sherburne, with a detachment of the cavalry was there, and Ashby, who commanded all the horse, often appeared.
"Fremont"s army is not many miles behind," said Sherburne. "If we were to ride a mile or two toward it we could see its dust. But the Yanks are tired and they can"t march fast. I wish I knew how far up the Luray Shields and his army are. We"ve got to look out for that junction of Shields and Fremont."
"We"ll pa.s.s the Gap before they can make the junction," said Harry confidently.
"How"s Old Jack looking?"
"Same as ever."
"That is, like a human sphinx. Well, you can never tell from his face what he"s thinking, but you can be sure that he"s thinking something worth while."
"You think then I can report to him that the pursuit will not catch up to-day?"
"I"m sure of it. I"ve talked with Ashby also about it and he says they"re yet too far back. Harry, what day is this?"
Harry smiled at the sudden question, but he understood how Sherburne, amid almost continuous battle, had lost sight of time.
"I heard someone say it was the first of June," he replied.
"No later than that? Why, it seemed to me that it must be nearly autumn. Do you know, Harry, that on this very day, two years ago, I was up there in those mountains to the west with a jolly camping party. I was just a boy then, and now here I am an old man."
"About twenty-three, I should say."
"A good guess, but anyway I"ve been through enough to make me feel sixty. I promise you, Harry, that if ever I get through this war alive I"ll shoot the man who tries to start another. Look at the fields! How fine and green they are! Think of all that good land being torn up by the hoofs of cavalry and the wheels of cannon!"
"If you are going to be sentimental I"ll leave you," said Harry, and the action followed the word. He rode away, because he was afraid he would grow sentimental himself.
The army continued its peaceful march up the valley and most of the night that followed. Harry was allowed to obtain a few hours sleep in the latter part of the night in one of the captured wagons. It was a covered wagon and he selected it because he noticed that the night, even if it was the first of June, was growing chill. But he had no time to be particular about the rest. He did not undress-he had not undressed in days-but lying between two sacks of meal with his head on a third sack he sank into a profound slumber.
When Harry awoke he felt that the wagon was moving. He also heard the patter of rain on his canvas roof. It was dusky in there, but he saw in front of him the broad back of the teamster who sat on the cross seat and drove.
"h.e.l.lo!" exclaimed Harry, sitting up. "What"s happened?"
A broad red face was turned to him, and a voice issuing from a slit almost all the way across its breadth replied: "Well, if little old Rip Van Winkle hasn"t waked up at last! Why, you"ve slept nigh on to four hours, and n.o.body in Stonewall Jackson"s army is ever expected to sleep more"n three and that"s gospel truth, as sh.o.r.e"s my name is Sam Martin."
"But, Sam, you don"t tell me what"s happened!"
"It"s as simple as A, B, C. We"re movin" ag"in, and that fine June day yestiddy that we liked so much is gone forever. The second o" June ain"t one little bit like the first o" June. It"s cold and it"s wet. Can"t you hear the rain peltin" on the canvas? Besides, the Yanks are comin" up, too. I done heard the boomin" o" cannon off there toward the rear."
"Oh, why wasn"t I called! Here I am sleeping away, and the enemy is already in touch with us!"
"Don"t you worry any "bout that, sonny. Don"t you be so anxious to git into a fight, "cause you"ll have plenty of chances when you can"t keep out o" it. "Sides, Gin"ral Jackson ain"t been expectin" you. We"re up near the head o" the line an" "bout an hour ago when we was startin" a whiskered man on a little sorrel hoss rid up an" said: "Which o" my staff have you got in there? I remember "signin" one to you last night." I bows very low an" I says: "Gin"ral Jackson, I don"t know his name. He was too sleepy to give it, but he"s a real young fellow, nice an" quiet. He ain"t give no trouble at all. He"s been sleepin" so hard I think he has pounded his ear clean through one o" them bags o" meal." Gin"ral Jackson laughs low an" just a little, and then he takes a peek into the wagon. "Why, it"s young Harry Kenton!" he says. "Let him sleep on till he wakes. He deserves it!" Then he lets fall the canvas an" he ups an" rides away. An" if I was in your place, young Mr. Kenton, I"d feel mighty proud to have Stonewall Jackson say that I deserved more rest."
"I am proud, but I"ve got to go now. I don"t know where I"ll find my horse."
"I know, an" what"s more I"ll tell. An orderly came back with him saddled an" bridled an" he"s. .h.i.tched to this here wagon o" mine. Good-bye, Mr. Kenton, I"m sorry you"re goin" "cause you"ve been a nice, pleasant boarder, sayin" nothin" an" givin" no trouble."
Harry thanked him, and then in an instant was out of the wagon and on his horse. It required only a few minutes to overtake Jackson and his staff, who were riding soberly along in the rain. He noticed with relief that he was not the last to join the chief. Two or three others came up later. Jackson nodded pleasantly to them all as they came.
But the morning was gloomy in the extreme. Harry was glad to shelter himself with the heavy cavalry cloak from the cold rain. All the skies were covered with sullen clouds, and the troops trudged silently on in deep mud. Now and then a wind off the mountains threshed the rain sharply into their faces. From the rear came the deep, sullen mutter which Harry so readily recognized as the sound of the big guns. Sam Martin was right. The enemy was most decidedly "in touch."
Dalton handed Harry some cold food and he ate it in the saddle. Jackson rode on saying nothing, his head bowed a little, his gaze far away. The officers of his staff were also silent. Jackson after a while reined his horse out of the road, and his staff, of course, followed. The troops filed past and Jackson said: "We will soon pa.s.s the Gap in the Ma.s.sanuttons, and Shields cannot come out there ahead of us. That danger is left behind."
"What of the junction between Shields and Fremont, General?" asked one of the older officers.
Jackson cast one glance at the somber heavens.
"Providence favors us," he said. "The south fork of the Shenandoah flows between Fremont and Shields. It is swollen already by the rains and the rushing torrents from the mountains, and if I read the skies right we"re going to have other long and heavy rains. They can"t ford the Shenandoah and they can"t stop to bridge it. It will be a long time before they can bring a united force against us."
But while he spoke the mutter of the guns grew louder. Jackson listened attentively a long time, and then sent several of his staff officers to the rear with orders to the cavalry, the Invincibles under Talbot, and one other regiment to hold the enemy off at all costs. As Harry galloped back the mutter of the cannon grew into thunder. There was also the sharper crash of rifle fire. Presently he saw the flash of the firing and numerous spires of smoke rising.
His own message was to the Invincibles and he delivered the brief note to Colonel Talbot, who read it quickly and then tore it up.
"Stay with us a while, Harry," he said, "and you can then report more fully to the general what is going on. They crowd us hard. Look how their sharpshooters are swarming in the woods and fields yonder."
An orchard to the left of the road and only a short distance away was filled with the Union riflemen. Running from tree to tree and along the fences they sent bullets straight into the ranks of the Invincibles. Four guns were turned and swept the orchard with sh.e.l.l, but the wary sharpshooters darted to another point, and again came the hail of bullets. Colonel Talbot bade his weary men turn, but at the moment, Sherburne, with a troop of cavalry, swept down on the riflemen and sent them flying. Harry saw Colonel Talbot"s lips moving, and he knew that he was murmuring thanks because Sherburne had come so opportunely.
"We"re not having an easy time," he said to Harry. "They press us hard. We drive them back for a time, and they come again. They have field guns, too, and they are handled with great skill. If I do not mistake greatly, they are under the charge of Carrington, who, you remember, fought us at that fort in the valley before Bull Run, John Carrington, old John Carrington, my cla.s.smate at West Point, a man who wouldn"t hurt a fly, but who is the most deadly artillery officer in the world."
Harry remembered that famous duel of the guns in the hills and Colonel Talbot"s admiration of his opponent, Carrington. Now he could see it shining in his eyes as strongly as ever.
"Why are you so sure, colonel, that it"s Carrington?" he asked.
"Because n.o.body else could handle those field guns as he does. He brings "em up, sends the shot and sh.e.l.l upon us, then hitches up like lightning, is away before we can charge, and in a minute or two is firing into our line elsewhere. Trust Carrington for such work, and I"m glad he hasn"t been killed. John"s the dearest soul in the world, as gentle as a woman. Down! Down! all of you! There are the muzzles of his guns in the bushes again!"
Colonel Talbot"s order was so sharp and convincing that most of the Invincibles mechanically threw themselves upon their faces, just as four field pieces crashed and the sh.e.l.l and shrapnel flew over their heads. That rapid order had saved them, but the officers on horseback were not so lucky. A captain was killed, Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire was grazed on the shoulder, and the horse of Colonel Talbot was killed under him.
But Colonel Talbot, alert and agile, despite his years, sprang clear of the falling horse and said emphatically to his second in command, Lieutenant-Colonel Hector St. Hilaire: "The last doubt is gone! It"s Carrington as sure as we live!"
Then he gave a quick order to his men to rise and fire with the rifles, but the woods protected the gunners, and, when Sherburne with his cavalry charged into the forest, Carrington and his guns were gone.
Colonel Talbot procured another horse, and the Invincibles, sore of body and mind, resumed their slow and sullen retreat. Harry left them and rode further along the front of the rear guard. Under the somber skies and in the dripping rain there was a long line of flashing rifles and the flaming of big guns at intervals.
Fremont was pushing the pursuit and pushing it hard. Harry recognized anew the surpa.s.sing skill of Jackson in keeping his enemies separated by mountains and streams, while his own concentrated force marched on. He felt that Fremont would hold Jackson in battle if he could until the other Northern armies came up, and he felt also that Jackson would lead Fremont beyond a junction with the others and then turn. Yet these Northern men were certainly annoying. They did not seem to mind defeats. Here they were fighting as hard as ever, pursuing and not pursued.
Harry, turning to the left, saw a numerous body of cavalry under Ashby, supported by guns also, and he joined them. Ashby on his famous white horse was riding here and there, exposing himself again and again to the fire of the enemy, who was pressing close. He nodded to Harry, whom he knew.
"You can report to General Jackson," he said, "that the enemy is continually attacking, but that we are continually beating him off."
Just as he spoke a trumpet sounded loud and clear in the edge of a wood only three or four hundred yards away. There was a tremendous shout from many men, and then the thunder of hoofs. A cavalry detachment, more than a thousand strong, rushed down upon them, and to right and left of the horse, regiments of infantry, supported by field batteries, charged also.
The movement was so sudden, so violent and so well-conceived that Ashby"s troops were swept away, despite every effort of the leader, who galloped back and forth on his white horse begging them to stand. So powerful was the rush that the cavalry were finally driven in retreat and with them the Invincibles.
Some of the troops, worn by battles and marches until the will weakened with the body, broke and ran up the road. Harry heard behind him the triumphant shouts of their pursuers and he saw the Northern bayonets gleaming as they came on in ma.s.ses. Ashby was imploring his men to stand but they would not. The columns pressing upon them were too heavy and they scarcely had strength enough left to fight.
More and yet more troops came into battle. The Northern success for the time was undoubted. The men in blue were driving in the Southern rear guard, and Ashby was unable to hold the road.
But the two colonels at last succeeded in drawing the Invincibles across the turnpike, where they knelt in good order and sent volley after volley into the pursuing ranks. Fremont"s men wavered and then stopped, and Ashby, upbraiding his hors.e.m.e.n and calling their attention to the resolute stand of the infantry, brought them into action again. Infantry and cavalry then uniting, drove back the Northern vanguard, and, for the time being, the Southern rear guard was safe once more.
But the Invincibles and the cavalry were almost exhausted. Harry found St. Clair wounded, not badly, but with enough loss of blood for Colonel Talbot to send him to one of the wagons. He insisted that he was still fit to help hold the road, but Colonel Talbot ordered two of the soldiers to put him in the wagon and he was compelled to submit.
"We can"t let you die now from loss of blood, you young fire-eater," said Colonel Talbot severely, "because you may be able to serve us better by getting killed later on."
St. Clair smiled wanly and with his formal South Carolina politeness said: "Thanks, sir, it helps a lot when you"re able to put it in such a satisfactory way."
Harry, who was unhurt, gave St. Clair a strong squeeze of the hand.
"You"ll be up and with us again soon, Arthur," he said consolingly, and then he rode away to Ashby.
"You may tell General Jackson that we can hold them back," said the cavalry leader grimly. "You have just seen for yourself."
"I have, sir," replied Harry, and he galloped away from the rear. But he soon met the general himself, drawn by the uncommonly heavy firing. Harry told him what had happened, but the expression of Jackson"s face did not change.
"A rather severe encounter," he said, "but Ashby can hold them."
All that day, nearly all that night and all the following day Harry pa.s.sed between Jackson and Ashby or with them. It was well for the Virginians that they were practically born on horseback and were trained to open air and the forests. For thirty-six hours the cavalry were in the saddle almost without a break. And so was Harry. He had forgotten all about food and rest. He was in a strange, excited mood. He seemed to see everything through a red mist. In all the thirty-six hours the crash of rifles or the thud of cannon ceased scarcely for a moment. It went on just the same in day or in night. The Northern troops, although led by no such general as Stonewall Jackson, showed the splendid stuff of which they were made. They were always eager to push hard and yet harder.
The Southern troops burnt the bridges over the creeks as they retreated, but the Northern men waded through the water and followed. The clouds of cavalry were always in touch. A skirmish was invariably proceeding at some point. Toward evening of the second day"s pursuit, they came to Mount Jackson, to which they had retreated once before, and there went into camp in a strong place.
But the privates themselves knew that they could not stay there long. They might turn and beat off Fremont"s army, but then they would have to reckon with the second army under Shields and the yet heavier ma.s.ses that McDowell was bringing up. But Jackson himself gave no sign of discouragement. He went cheerfully among the men, and saw that attention, as far as possible at such a time, was given to their needs. Harry hunted up St. Clair and found him with a bandaged shoulder sitting in his wagon. He was sore but cheerful.
"The doctor tells me, Harry, that I can take my place in the line in three more days," he said, "but I intend to make it two. I fancy that we need all the men we can get now, and that I won"t be driven back to this wagon."