Part 57 (2/2)
Stuart again fixed his flag of truce and returned to the Engine House.
This time the Colonel called a cordon of marines and pressed the crowd into the next street.
He beckoned to a sentinel.
”Ask Lieutenant Green to step here.”
The sentinel called a marine to take his place and went in search of the commander of the company.
Lee lifted his eyes to the hills of Maryland. But a few miles beyond the first range lay the town of Sharpsburg, where Destiny was setting the stage for the bloodiest battle in the history of the republic. A little farther on lay the town of Gettysburg, over whose ragged hills Death was hovering in search of camping ground.
Did his prophetic soul pierce the future? Never had he been more profoundly depressed. The event he was witnessing was but the prelude to a tragedy he felt to be from this hour inevitable.
Green saluted in answer to his summons.
”I want you to witness an interview which I will have with John Brown, and receive my final orders!”
”The leader is old John Brown?”
”Lieutenant Stuart has identified him.”
A shout from a crowd of boys who had climbed the trees of the next street caused Lee to turn toward the gate as the invader and Stuart pa.s.sed through.
As Lee confronted Brown no more startling contrast could be presented by two men born under the same flag. John Brown with his bristling, unkempt beard, his two revolvers and sword hanging and dangling on his gaunt frame, his eyes glittering and red from the loss of two nights' sleep, the incarnation of Lawlessness; Lee, the trained soldier, the inheritor of centuries of constructive genius, the aristocrat in taste, the humblest and gentlest Christian in spirit, the lover of Peace, of Order.
The commander of the forces of Law spoke in friendly tones.
”You are John Brown of Osawatomie, Kansas?”
”Yes!”
”You are in command of the invaders who have killed four citizens of Harper's Ferry and seized the United States a.r.s.enal?”
”I am in command.”
”Would you mind telling me why you have invaded Virginia?”
”To free your slaves.”
”How many men were under your command when you entered?”
”Seventeen white men and five colored freedmen.”
”With an armed force of twenty-two you have invaded the South to free three million slaves?”
”I expected help--” He paused and his burning eyes flashed toward the hills. ”And I still expect it!”
”From whom could you expect it?”
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