He was backed by a half-a-dozen more, but the pistol, which was at old Balla"s head, was his most efficient ally.
"Hi! Marster, don"t pint dat thing at me that way. I ain"t ready to die yit--an" I ain" like dem things, no-ways," protested Balla.
There is no telling how much further his courage could have withstood their threats, for the boys" mother made her appearance. She was about to bid Balla show where the horses were, when a party rode into the yard leading them.
"Hi! there are Bill and John, now," exclaimed the boys, recognizing the black carriage-horses which were being led along.
"Well, ef dee ain"t got "em, sho" "nough!" exclaimed the old driver, forgetting his fear of the c.o.c.ked pistols.
"Gentlemen, marsters, don"t teck my horses, ef you _please_," he pleaded, pushing through the group that surrounded him, and approaching the man who led the horses.
They only laughed at him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "GENTLEMEN, MARSTERS, DON"T TECK MY HORSES, EF YOU PLEASE," SAID UNCLE BALLA.]
Both the boys ran to their mother, and flinging their arms about her, burst out crying.
In a few minutes the men started off, riding across the fields; and in a little while not a soldier was in sight.
"I wish Ma.r.s.e William could see you ridin" "cross them fields," said Balla, looking after the retiring troop in futile indignation.
Investigation revealed the fact that every horse and mule on the plantation had been carried off, except only two or three old mules, which were evidently considered not worth taking.
CHAPTER X.
After this, times were very hard on the plantation. But the boys"
mother struggled to provide as best she could for the family and hands. She used to ride all over the county to secure the supplies which were necessary for their support; one of the boys usually being her escort and riding behind her on one of the old mules that the raiders had left. In this way the boys became acquainted with the roads of the county and even with all the bridle-paths in the neighborhood of their home. Many of these were dim enough too, running through stretches of pine forest, across old fields which were little better than jungle, along gullies, up ditches, and through woods mile after mile. They were generally useful only to a race, such as the negroes, which had an instinct for direction like that shown by some animals but the boys learned to follow them unerringly, and soon became as skilful in "keepin" de parf" as any night-walker on the plantation.
As the year pa.s.sed the times grew harder and harder, and the expeditions made by the boys" mother became longer and longer, and more and more frequent.
The meat gave out, and, worst of all, they had no hogs left for next year. The plantation usually subsisted on bacon; but now there was not a pig left on the place--unless the old wild sow in the big woods (who had refused to be "driven up" the fall before) still survived, which was doubtful; for the most diligent search was made for her without success, and it was conceded that even she had fallen prey to the deserters. Nothing was heard of her for months.
One day, in the autumn, the boys were out hunting in the big woods, in the most distant and wildest part, where they sloped down toward a little marshy branch that ran into the river a mile or two away.
It was a very dry spell and squirrels were hard to find, owing, the boys agreed, to the noise made in tramping through the dry leaves.
Finally, they decided to station themselves each at the foot of a hickory and wait for the squirrels. They found two large hickory trees not too far apart, and took their positions each on the ground, with his back to a tree.
It was very dull, waiting, and a half-whispered colloquy was pa.s.sing between them as to the advisability of giving it up, when a faint "cranch, cranch, cranch," sounded in the dry leaves. At first the boys thought it was a squirrel, and both of them grasped their guns. Then the sound came again, but this time there appeared to be, not one, but a number of animals, rustling slowly along.
"What is it?" asked Frank of w.i.l.l.y, whose tree was a little nearer the direction from which the sound came.
""Tain"t anything but some cows or sheep, I believe," said w.i.l.l.y, in a disappointed tone. The look of interest died out of Frank"s face, but he still kept his eyes in the direction of the sound, which was now very distinct. The underbrush, however, was too thick for them to see anything. At length w.i.l.l.y rose and pushed his way rapidly through the bushes toward the animals. There was a sudden "oof, oof," and Frank heard them rushing back down through the woods toward the marsh.
"Somebody"s hogs," he muttered, in disgust.
"Frank! Frank!" called w.i.l.l.y, in a most excited tone.
"What?"
"It"s the old spotted sow, and she"s got a lot of pigs with her--great big shoats, nearly grown!"
Frank sprang up and ran through the bushes.
"At least six of "em!"
"Let"s follow "em!"
"All right."
The boys, stooping their heads, struck out through the bushes in the direction from which the yet retreating animals could still be heard.
"Let"s shoot "em."
"All right."
On they kept as hard as they could. What great news it was! What royal game!
"It"s like hunting wild boars, isn"t it?" shouted w.i.l.l.y, joyfully.
They followed the track left by the animals in the leaves kicked up in their mad flight. It led down over the hill, through the thicket, and came to an end at the marsh which marked the beginning of the swamp.
Beyond that it could not be traced; but it was evident that the wild hogs had taken refuge in the impenetrable recesses of the marsh which was their home.
CHAPTER XI.
After circling the edge of the swamp for some time the boys, as it was now growing late, turned toward home. They were full of their valuable discovery, and laid all sorts of plans for the capture of the hogs.
They would not tell even their mother, as they wished to surprise her.
They were, of course, familiar with all the modes of trapping game, as described in the story books, and they discussed them all. The easiest way to get the hogs was to shoot them, and this would be the most "fun"; but it would never do, for the meat would spoil. When they reached home they hunted up Uncle Balla and told him about their discovery. He was very much inclined to laugh at them. The hogs they had seen were nothing, he told them, but some of the neighbors" hogs which had wandered into the woods.
When the boys went to bed they talked it over once more, and determined that next day they would thoroughly explore the woods and the swamp also, as far as they could.
The following afternoon, therefore, they set out, and made immediately for that part of the woods where they had seen and heard the hogs the day before. One of them carried a gun and the other a long jumping-pole. After finding the trail they followed it straight down to the swamp.
Rolling their trousers up above their knees, they waded boldly in, selecting an opening between the bushes which looked like a hog-path.
They proceeded slowly, for the briers were so thick in many places that they could hardly make any progress at all when they neared the branch. So they turned and worked their way painfully down the stream.
At last, however, they reached a place where the brambles and bushes seemed to form a perfect wall before them. It was impossible to get through.
"Let"s go home," said w.i.l.l.y. ""Tain"t any use to try to get through there. My legs are scratched all to pieces now."
"Let"s try and get out here," said Frank, and he turned from the wall of brambles. They crept along, springing from hummock to hummock.
Presently they came to a spot where the oozy mud extended at least eight or ten feet before the next tuft of gra.s.s.