Part 35 (1/2)
d.i.c.k's new rank of captain was conferred upon him by General Sheridan himself, and it was accompanied by a compliment which though true made him blush in his modesty. A few days later Warner received the same rank for his achievement in driving away Slade, and it was conferred upon Pennington too for general excellence. The three were supremely happy and longed for more enemies to conquer, but a long period of comparative idleness ensued. The winter continued of unexampled severity, and they spent most of the time in camp, although they did not waste it. Several books of mathematics came from the North to Warner and he spent many happy evenings in their study. d.i.c.k got hold of a German grammar and exercise book, and, several others joining him, they made a little cla.s.s, which though it met irregularly, learned much. Pennington was a wonder among the horses. When the veterinarians were at a loss they sent for him and he rarely failed of a cure. He modestly ascribed his merit to his father who taught him everything about horses on the great plains, where a man's horse was so often the sole barrier between him and death.
Thus the winter went on, and they longed eagerly for spring, the breaking up of the great cold, and the last campaign.
CHAPTER XV
BACK WITH GRANT
Despite the inevitable hostility of the people their stay at Winchester was pleasant and fruitful. All three of the new young captains experienced a mental growth, and their outlook upon the enemy was tempered greatly. They had been through so many battles and they had measured their strength and courage against the foe so often that all hatred and malice had departed. North and South, knowing too little of each other before the war, had now learned mutual respect upon the field of combat. And d.i.c.k, Warner and Pennington, feeling certain that the end was at hand, could understand the loss and sorrow of the South, and sympathize with the fallen. Their generous young hearts did not exult over a foe whom they expected soon to conquer.
Late in January of the fateful year 1865 d.i.c.k was walking through the streets of Winchester one cold day. The wind from the mountains had a fierce edge, and, as he bent his head to protect his face from it, he did not see a stout, heavily built man of middle age coming toward him, and did not stop until the stranger, standing squarely in his way, hailed him.
”Does the fact that you've become a captain keep you from seeing anything in your path, Mr. Mason?” asked the man in a deep ba.s.s, but wholly good-natured voice.
d.i.c.k looked up in surprise, because the tones were familiar. He saw a ruddy face, with keen, twinkling eyes and a ma.s.sive chin, a face in which shrewdness and a humorous view of the world were combined. He hesitated a moment, then he remembered and held out his hand.
”It's Mr. Watson, the contractor,” he said.
”So it is, lad,” said John Watson, grasping the outstretched hand and shaking it heartily. ”Don't mind my calling you lad, even if you are a captain. All things are comparative, and to me, a much older man, you're just a lad. I've heard of your deed in the mountains, in fact, I keep track of all of you, even of General Sheridan himself. It's my business to know men and what they do.”
”I hope you're still making money,” said d.i.c.k, smiling.
”I am. That's part of a merchant's duty. If he doesn't make money he oughtn't to be a merchant. Oh, I know that a lot of you soldiers look down upon us traders and contractors.”
”I don't and I never did, Mr. Watson.”
”I know it, Captain Mason, because you're a lad of intelligence. The first time I saw you I noticed that the reasoning quality was strong in you, and that was why I made you an offer to enter my employ after the war. That offer is still open and will remain open at all times.”
”I thank you very much, Mr. Watson, but I can't accept it, as I have other ambitions.”
”I was sure you wouldn't take it, but I like to feel it's always waiting for you. It's well to look ahead. This war, vast and terrible as it has been, will be over before the year is. Two or three million men who have done nothing but fighting for four years will be out of employment. Vast numbers of them will not know which way to turn. They will be wholly unfit, until they have trained themselves anew, for the pursuits of peace. Captains, majors, colonels and, yes, generals, will be besieging me for jobs, as zealously as they're now besieging Lee's army in the trenches before Petersburg, and with as much cause. When the war is over the soldier will not be of so much value, and the man of peace will regain his own. I hope you've thought of these things, Captain Mason.”
”I've thought of them many times, Mr. Watson, and I've thought of them oftener than ever this winter. My comrades and I have agreed that as soon as the last battle is fought we'll plunge at once into the task of rebuilding our country. We amount to little, of course, in such a mult.i.tude, but one can do only what one can.”
”That's so, but if a million feel like you and push all together, they can roll mountains away.”
”You're not a man to come to Winchester for nothing. You've been doing business with the army?”
”I've been shoeing, clothing and bedding you. I deliver within two weeks thirty thousand pairs of shoes, thirty thousand uniforms, and sixty thousand blankets. They are all honest goods and the price is not too high, although I make the solid and substantial profit to which I am ent.i.tled. You soldiers on the battle line don't win a war alone. We who feed and clothe you achieve at least half. I regret again, Captain Mason, that you can't join me later. Mine's a n.o.ble calling. It's a great thing to be a merchant prince, and it's we, as much as any other cla.s.s of people, who spread civilization over the earth.”
”I know it,” said d.i.c.k earnestly. ”I'm not blind to the great arts of peace. Now, here come my closest friends, Captain Warner and Captain Pennington, who have understanding. I want you to meet them.”
d.i.c.k's hearty introduction was enough to recommend the contractor to his comrades, but Warner already knew him well by reputation.
”I've heard of you often from some of our officers, Mr. Watson,” he said. ”You deliver good goods and you're a New Englander, like myself. Ten years from now you'll be an extremely rich man, a millionaire, twenty years from now you'll be several times a millionaire. About that time I'll become president of Harvard, and we'll need money-a great university always needs money-and I'll come to you for a donation of one hundred thousand dollars to Harvard, and you'll give it to me promptly.”
John Watson looked at him fixedly, and slowly a look of great admiration spread over his face.
”Of course you're a New Englander,” he said. ”It was not necessary for you to say so. I could have told it by looking at you and hearing you talk. But from what state do you come?”
”Vermont.”