At other times he went up.
In the intervals he wondered whether it would ever be possible for him to rejoin the particular platoon of the particular regiment to which he belonged, and of which"s whereabouts (not having the volume of the army record at hand) he was in ignorance. In the intervals, also, he reflected on his past life to a sufficient extent to give the reader a more or less workable idea as to who and to what he was. His father, the old grey-haired Virginian aristocrat, he could see him still. "Take this sword, Eggleston," he had said, "use it for the State; never for anything else: don"t cut string with it or open tin cans. Never sheathe it till the soil of Virginia is free. Keep it bright, my boy: oil it every now and then, and you"ll find it an A 1 sword."
Did Eggleston think, too, in his dire peril of another--younger than his father and fairer? Necessarily, he did. "Go, Eggleston!" she had exclaimed, as they said farewell under the portico of his father"s house where she was visiting, "it is your duty. But mine lies elsewhere. I cannot forget that I am a Northern girl. I must return at once to my people in Pennsylvania. Oh, Egg, when will this cruel war end?"
So had the lovers parted.
Meanwhile--while Eggleston is going up and down for the third time, which is of course the last--suppose we leave him, and turn to consider the general position of the Confederacy. All right: suppose we do.
CHAPTER II
At this date the Confederate Army of the Tennessee was extended in a line with its right resting on the Tennessee and its left resting on the Mississippi. Its rear rested on the rugged stone hills of the Chickasaba range, while its front rested on the marshes and bayous of the Yazoo.
Having thus--as far as we understand military matters--both its flanks covered and its rear protected, its position was one which we ourselves consider very comfortable.
It was thus in an admirable situation for holding a review or for discussing the Const.i.tution of the United States in reference to the right of secession.
The following generals rode up and down in front of the army, namely, Mr. A. P. Hill, Mr. Longstreet, and Mr. Joseph Johnston. All these three celebrated men are thus presented to our readers at one and the same time without extra charge.
But who is this tall, commanding figure who rides beside them, his head bent as if listening to what they are saying (he really isn"t) while his eye alternately flashes with animation or softens to its natural melancholy? (In fact, we can only compare it to an electric light bulb with the power gone wrong.) Who is it? It is Jefferson C. Davis, President, as our readers will be gratified to learn, of the Confederate States.
It being a fine day and altogether suitable for the purpose, General Longstreet reined in his prancing black charger (during this distressed period all the horses in both armies were charged: there was no other way to pay for them), and in a few terse words, about three pages, gave his views on the Const.i.tution of the United States.
Jefferson Davis, standing up in his stirrups, delivered a stirring harangue, about six columns, on the powers of the Supreme Court, admirably calculated to rouse the soldiers to frenzy. After which General A. P. Hill offered a short address, soldier-like and to the point, on the fundamental principles of international law, which inflamed the army to the highest pitch.
At this moment an officer approached the President, saluted and stood rigidly at attention. Davis, with that nice punctilio which marked the Southern army, returned the salute.
"Do you speak first?" he said, "or did I?"
"Let me," said the officer. "Your Excellency," he continued, "a young Virginian officer has just been fished out of the Mississippi."
Davis"s eye flashed. "Good!" he said. "Look and see if there are many more," and then he added with a touch of melancholy, "The South needs them: fish them all out. Bring this one here."
Eggleston Lee Carey Randolph, still dripping from the waters of the bayou, was led by the faithful negroes who had rescued him before the generals. Davis, who kept every thread of the vast panorama of the war in his intricate brain, eyed him keenly and directed a few searching questions to him, such as: "Who are you? Where are you? What day of the week is it? How much is nine times twelve?" and so forth. Satisfied with Eggleston"s answers, Davis sat in thought a moment, and then continued:
"I am anxious to send some one through the entire line of the Confederate armies in such a way that he will be present at all the great battles and end up at the battle of Gettysburg. Can you do it?"
Randolph looked at his chief with a flush of pride.
"I can."
"Good!" resumed Davis. "To accomplish this task you must carry despatches. What they will be about I have not yet decided. But it is customary in such cases to write them so that they are calculated, if lost, to endanger the entire Confederate cause. The main thing is, can you carry them?"
"Sir," said Eggleston, raising his hand in a military salute, "I am a Randolph."
Davis with soldierly dignity removed his hat. "I am proud to hear it, Captain Randolph," he said.
"And a Carey," continued our hero.
Davis, with a graciousness all his own, took off his gloves. "I trust you, _Major_ Randolph," he said.
"And I am a Lee," added Eggleston quickly.
Davis with a courtly bow unb.u.t.toned his jacket. "It is enough," he said.
"I trust you. You shall carry the despatches. You are to carry them on your person and, as of course you understand, you are to keep on losing them. You are to drop them into rivers, hide them in old trees, bury them under moss, talk about them in your sleep. In fact, sir," said Davis, with a slight gesture of impatience--it was his _one_ fault--"you must act towards them as any bearer of Confederate despatches is expected to act. The point is, can you do it, or can"t you?"
"Sir," said Randolph, saluting again with simple dignity, "I come from Virginia."
"Pardon me," said the President, saluting with both hands, "I had forgotten it."
CHAPTER III
Randolph set out that night, mounted upon the fastest horse, in fact the fleetest, that the Confederate Army could supply. He was attended only by a dozen faithful negroes, all devoted to his person.
Riding over the Tennessee mountains by paths known absolutely to no one and never advertised, he crossed the Tombigbee, the Tahoochie and the Tallaha.s.see, all frightfully swollen, and arrived at the headquarters of General Braxton Bragg.
At this moment Bragg was extended over some seven miles of bush and dense swamp. His front rested on the marshes of the Tahoochie River, while his rear was doubled sharply back and rested on a dense growth of cactus plants. Our readers can thus form a fairly accurate idea of Bragg"s position. Over against him, not more than fifty miles to the north, his indomitable opponent, Grant, lay in a frog-swamp. The s.p.a.ce between them was filled with Union and Confederate pickets, fraternizing, joking, roasting corn, and firing an occasional shot at one another.
One glance at Randolph"s despatches was enough.
"Take them at once to General Hood," said Bragg.
"Where is he?" asked Eggleston, with military precision.
Bragg waved his sword towards the east. It was characteristic of the man that even on active service he carried a short sword, while a pistol, probably loaded, protruded from his belt. But such was Bragg. Anyway, he waved his sword. "Over there beyond the Tahoochicaba range," he said.
"Do you know it?"
"No," said Randolph, "but I can find it."
"Do," said Bragg, and added, "One thing more. On your present mission let nothing stop you. Go forward at all costs. If you come to a river, swim it. If you come to a tree, cut it down. If you strike a fence, climb over it. But don"t stop! If you are killed, never mind. Do you understand?"
"Almost," said Eggleston.
Two days later Eggleston reached the headquarters of General Hood, and flung himself, rather than dismounted, from his jaded horse.
"Take me to the General!" he gasped.
They pointed to the log cabin in which General Hood was quartered.
Eggleston flung himself, rather than stepped, through the door.
Hood looked up from the table.