Part 9 (1/2)

”I know the skunk!” he cried. ”He hails from the western part of the State and once cheated me in a hoss trade. So he is the man? Very well, we'll keep our eyes open for him.”

Major Truman was also at hand, an eager listener to what was said. The former squire of Barcreek shook his head dubiously. ”I was hoping our neighborhood would miss being raided after that last trouble,” he said.

”But, being on the border of this conflict, I dare say we shall suffer in this fas.h.i.+on as long as the war lasts.”

In less than two hours after this the Riverlawn Cavalry was on the march, Deck at the head of the first battalion, with Artie as commander of his fourth company, and Colonel Lyon in charge of the whole. Major Batterson of the battery was sorry to be left behind, but wished ”the boys” the best of luck.

”Don't let the enemy take Fort Donelson,” he said. ”Grant had too much of a job taking it from Buckner.”

The cavalry forces under Minty had been divided, one taking the road through Unionville and the other that through Rover. The weather was cold and threatened a storm, yet the Riverlawns made good progress over the semi-frozen and rough highway.

The most worried man in the column was Quartermaster Hickman. For several weeks the troops had been living on half rations, for the government could get no supplies through, owing to the wrecking of the railroad. The country for miles around had been so thoroughly foraged that absolutely nothing was left that was worth picking up.

”It's easy enough to talk about providing something,” grumbled the quartermaster, while riding at ease beside Deck. ”I'd turn the s.h.i.+rt on my back into a peck of potatoes if I could, but the thing can't be done--and there you are. I've lived on nothing but hardtack and a couple of potatoes for two days,--and your father has done the same,--and yet some of the boys kick.”

”It's hard lines, truly,” answered Deck, soberly. ”But we shall have to make the best of it, and that is all there is to it. When we halt for dinner, I'll make my battalion a little speech on the subject.”

”I wish you would, for the third company is the hardest kicker of the lot,” grumbled Hickman, and rode off, trying to solve in his mind how he was going to make six boxes of hardtack, two barrels of potatoes, and one box of beans last nearly a thousand men two days or more. ”I'll just have to swell out them beans, that's all,” he said. ”And all hands will have to play Yankees and eat 'em,” he added, remembering that some of the Kentuckians had turned up their noses at this particularly New England dish.

When the halt came Major Deck made his promised speech. ”Our quartermaster is doing his best,” he said, ”and officers are faring no better than the men. If we are badly off, the enemy is worse, so let us leave the growling to them. I feel certain our government will not forget us, and that supplies will soon be coming through in abundance.”

For a moment there was a silence. ”We didn't mean anything, Major,” came from a private of the second company. ”The quartermaster is all right.

Three cheers for him!” The cheers were given with a will; and then Hickman felt much better.

Life Knox and several others had gone off on a scout for ”extras.” They had brought down two rabbits when they ran across a house set in a grove of untrimmed trees. The front door was open on a crack, and at the crack an elderly man was stationed with a shot-gun.

”Keep off! keep off!” cried the man as he stepped onto the porch. ”I don't want any soldiers around here.”

”So it would seem,” answered the tall Kentuckian, dryly. ”Who are you?”

”Eh?” queried the man, who was a bit deaf.

”Stand still and tell us who you are.”

”That's my business. You clear out!”

”Rather guess it's our business just now,” laughed another of the cavalrymen.

”A man's house is his castle, and I want you to leave me,” stormed the man with the shot-gun. ”You are nothing but Yankees!”

”That is true,” returned Life. ”What have you in your house?”

”Eh?”

”Most awfully deaf, he is,” grunted another of the party. ”Have you got many provisions on hand?” he added, in a louder key.

”Eh?” and the man with the shot-gun leaned forward. ”Did you say provisions?”