"Horace wrote about his old Falernian, and the other wines which he enjoyed, as he and the leading Roman sports sat around the fountain, flirting with the girls," said Dalton, "but I don"t believe any wine ever brewed in Latium was the equal of this water."
"I"ve always had an idea that Horace wasn"t as gay as he pretended to be, else he wouldn"t have written so much about Chloe and her comrades.
I imagine that an old Roman boy would keep pretty quiet about his dancing and singing, and not publish it to the public."
"Well, let him be. He"s dead and the Romans are dead, and the Americans are doing their best to kill off one another, but let"s forget it for a few minutes. That pool there is about four feet deep, the water is clear and the bottom is firm ground; now do you know what I"m going to do?"
"Yes, and I"m going to do the same. Bet you even that I beat you into the water."
"Taken."
They threw off their clothes rapidly, but the splashes were simultaneous as their bodies struck the water. Although the limits of the pool were narrow they splashed and paddled there for a while, and it was a long time since they had known such a luxury. Then they walked out, dried themselves and spread the good news. All night long the pool was filled with the bathers, following one another in turn.
The water taken internally and externally soothed Harry"s nerves.
His excitement was gone. A great army with which they were sure to fight on the morrow was not far away, but for the time he was indifferent.
The morrow could take care of itself. It was night, and he had permission to go to sleep. Hence he slumbered fifteen minutes later.
He slept almost through the night, and, when he was awakened shortly before dawn, he found that his strength and elasticity had returned.
He and Dalton went down to the spring again, drank many times, and then ate breakfast with the older members of the staff, a breakfast that differed very little from that of the common soldiers.
Then a day or two of waiting, and watching, and of confused but terrible fighting ensued. The forests were again set on fire by the bursting sh.e.l.ls and they were not able to rescue many of the wounded from the flames. Vast clouds again floated over the whole region, drawing a veil of dusk between the soldiers and the sun. But neither army was willing to attack the other in full force.
Grant commanding all the armies of the East was moving meanwhile.
A powerful cavalry division, he heard, had got behind Beauregard, who was to protect Richmond, and was tearing up an important railway line used by the Confederacy. The daring Sheridan with another great division of cavalry had gone around Lee"s left and was wrecking another railway, and with it the rations and medical supplies so necessary to the Confederates. Grant, recognizing his antagonist"s skill and courage and knowing that to succeed he must destroy the main Southern army, resolved to attack again with his whole force.
The day had been comparatively quiet and the Army of Northern Virginia had devoted nearly the whole time to fortifying with earthworks and breastworks of logs. The young aides, as they rode on their missions, could easily see the Northern lines through their gla.s.ses. Harry"s heart sank as he observed their extent. The Southern army was sadly reduced in numbers, and Grant could get reinforcement continually.
But such is the saving grace of human nature that even in these moments of suspense, with one terrible battle just over and another about to begin, soldiers of the Blue and Gray would speak to one another in friendly fashion in the bushes or across the Po. It was on the banks of this narrow river that Harry at last saw Shepard once more. He happened to be on foot that time, the slope being too densely wooded for his horse, and Shepard hailed him from the other side.
"Good day, Mr. Kenton. Don"t fire! I want to talk," he said, holding up both hands as a sign of peace.
"A curious place for talking," Harry could not keep from saying.
"So it is, but we"re not observed here. It was almost inevitable while the armies remained face to face that we should meet in time. I want to tell you that I"ve met your cousin, Richard Mason, here, and his commanding officer, Colonel Winchester. Oh, I know much more about you and your relationships than you think."
"How is d.i.c.k?"
"He has not been hurt, nor has Colonel Winchester. Mr. Mason has received a letter from his home and your home in Pendleton in Kentucky.
The outlaws to the eastward are troublesome, but the town is occupied by an efficient Union garrison and is in no danger. His mother and all of his and your old friends, who did not go to the war, are in good health.
He thought that in my various capacities as ranger, scout and spy I might meet you, and he asked me, if it so happened, to tell these things to you."
"I thank you," said Harry very earnestly, "and I"m truly sorry, Mr. Shepard, that you and I are on different sides."
"I suppose it"s too late for you to come over to the Union and the true cause."
Harry laughed.
"You know, Mr. Shepard, there are no traitors in this war."
"I know it. I was merely jesting."
He slipped into the underbrush and disappeared. Harry confessed to himself once more that he liked Shepard, but he felt more strongly than ever that it had become a personal duel between them, and they would meet yet again in violence.
That night he had little to do. It was a typical May night in Virginia, clear and beautiful with an air that would have been a tonic to the nerves, had it not been for the bitter smoke and odors that yet lingered from the battle of the Wilderness.
Before dawn the scouts brought in a rumor that there was a heavy movement of Federal troops, although they did not know its meaning. It might portend another flank march by Grant, but a mist that had begun to rise after midnight hid much from them. The mist deepened into a fog, which made it harder for the Southern leaders to learn the meaning of the Northern movement.
Just as the dawn was beginning to show a little through the fog, Hanc.o.c.k and Burnside, with many more generals, led a tremendous attack upon the Southern right center. They had come so silently through the thickets that for once the Southern leaders were surprised. The Union veterans, rushing forward in dense columns, stormed and took the breastworks with the bayonet.
Many of the Southern troops, sound asleep, awoke to find themselves in the enemy"s hands. Others, having no time to fire them, fought with clubbed rifles.
Harry, dozing, was awakened by the terrific uproar. Even before the dawn had fairly come the battle was raging on a long front. The center of Lee"s army was broken, and the Union troops were pouring into the gap.
Grant had already taken many guns and thousands of prisoners, and the bulldog of Shiloh and Vicksburg and Chattanooga was hurrying fresh divisions into the combat to extend and insure his victory. Through the forests swelled the deep Northern cry of triumph.
Harry had never before seen the Southern army in such danger, and he looked at General Lee, who had now mounted Traveller. The turmoil and confusion in front of them was frightful and indescribable. The Union troops had occupied an entire Confederate salient, and their generals, feeling that the moment was theirs, led them on, reckless of life, and swept everything before them.
Harry never took his eyes from Lee. The rising sun shot golden beams through the smoke and disclosed him clearly. His face was calm and his voice did not shake as he issued his orders with rapidity and precision.
The lion at bay was never more the lion.
A new line of battle was formed, and the fugitives formed up with it.
Then the Southern troops, uttering once more the fierce rebel yell, charged directly upon their enemy and under the eye of the great chief whom they almost worshiped.
Now Harry for the first time saw his general show excitement. Lee galloped to the head of one of the Virginia regiments, and ranging his horse beside the colors s.n.a.t.c.hed off his hat and pointed it at the enemy.
It was a picture which with all the hero worship of youth he never forgot. It did not even grow dim in his memory--the great leader on horseback, his hat in his hand, his eyes fiery, his face flushed, his hand pointing the way to victory or death.
It was an occasion, too, when the personal presence of a leader meant everything. Every man knew Lee and tremendous rolling cheers greeted his arrival, cheers that could be heard above the thunder of cannon and rifles. It infused new courage into them and they gathered themselves for the rush upon their victorious foe.
Gordon of Georgia, spurring through the smoke, seized Lee"s horse by the bridle. He did not mean to have their commander-in-chief sacrificed in a charge.
"This is no place for you, General Lee!" he cried. "Go to the rear!"
Lee did not yet turn, and Gordon shouted:
"These men are Virginians and Georgians who have never failed. Go back, I entreat you!"
Then Gordon turned to the troops and cried, as he rose on his toes in his stirrups:
"Men, you will not fail now!"
Back came the answering shout:
"No! No!" and the whole ma.s.s of troops burst into one thunderous, echoing cry:
"Lee to the rear! Lee to the rear! Lee to the rear!"
Nor would they move until Lee turned and rode back. Then, led by Gordon, they charged straight upon their foe, who met them with an equal valor.
All day long the battle of Spottsylvania, equal in fierceness and desperation to that of the Wilderness, swayed to and fro. To Harry as he remembered them they were much alike. Charge and defense, defense and charge. Here they gained a little, and there they lost a little.
Now they were stumbling through sanguinary thickets, and then they rushed across little streams that ran red.