Part 21 (1/2)
”So far as I'm concerned, it's finished,” said St. Clair.
But Bertrand turned upon his heel without a word and walked away.
”Hey, there, you Johnnies!” came a loud hail from the other side of the river. ”What's the matter with your friend who's just gone away? I was watching with gla.s.ses, and he didn't look happy.”
”He had a nightmare and he hasn't fully recovered from it yet.”
There was a sudden tremendous burst of cheering behind them.
”On your feet, boys!” exclaimed Happy Tom, glancing back. ”Here comes Old Jack on one of his tours of inspection.”
Jackson was riding slowly along near the edge of the river. He could never appear without rolling cheers from the thirty thousand veteran troops who were eager to follow wherever he led. The mighty cheering swept back and forth in volumes, and when a lull came, one among their friends, the Yankee pickets on the other side of the river, called at the top of his voice:
”Hey, Johnnies, what's the racket about?”
”It's Stonewall Jackson!” Harry roared back, pointing to the figure on the horse.
Then, to the amazement of all, a sudden burst of cheering came from the far bank of the Rappahannock, followed by the words, shouted in chorus: ”Hurrah for Stonewall Jackson! Hurrah for Jackson!” Thus did the gallant Northern troops show their admiration for their great enemy whose genius had defeated them so often. Some riflemen among them lying among the bushes at the water's edge might have picked him off, but no such thought entered the mind of anyone.
Jackson flushed at the compliment from the foe, but rode quietly on, until he disappeared among some woods on the left.
”We'd better be going back to headquarters,” said Harry to Dalton. ”It'll be wise for us to be there when the general arrives.”
”That's right, lazy little boys,” said Happy Tom. ”Wash your faces, run to school, and be all bright and clean when teacher comes.”
”It's what we mean to do,” said Harry, ”and if Arthur says anything more about this silly dueling business, send for us. We'll come back, and we three together will pound his foolish head so hard that he won't be able to think about anything at all for a year to come.”
”I'll behave,” said St. Clair, ”but you fellows look to Bertrand.”
Dalton and Harry walked to the headquarters of their general, who now occupied what had been a hunting lodge standing in the grounds of a large mansion. The whole place, the property of an orderly in his service, had been offered to him, but he would only take the hunting lodge, saying that he would not clutter up so fine and large a house.
Now Harry and Dalton walked across the lawn, which was beginning to turn green, and paused for a little while under the budding boughs of the great trees. The general had not yet arrived, but the rolling cheers never ceasing, but coming nearer, indicated that he would soon be at hand.
”A man must feel tremendous pride when his very appearance draws such cheers from his men,” said Harry.
The lawn was not cut up by the feet of horses-Jackson would not allow it. Everything about the house and grounds was in the neatest order. Beside the hunting lodge stood a great tent, in which his staff messed.
”Were you here the day General Jackson came to these quarters, Harry?” asked Dalton.
”No, I was in service at the bank of the river, carrying some message or other. I've forgotten what it was.”
”Well, I was. We didn't know where we were going to stay, and a lady came from the big house here down to the edge of the woods, where we were still sitting on our horses. 'Is this General Jackson?' asked she. 'It is, madame,' he replied, lifting his hat politely. 'My husband owns this house,' she said, pointing toward it, 'and we will feel honored and glad if you will occupy it as your headquarters while you are here.' He thanked her and said he'd ride forward with a cavalry orderly and inspect the place. The rest of us waited while he and the orderly rode into the grounds, the lady going on ahead.
”The general wouldn't take the house. He said he didn't like to see so fine a place trodden up by young men in muddy military boots. Besides, he and his staff would disturb the inmates, and he didn't want that to happen. At last he picked the hunting lodge, and as he and the orderly rode back through the gate to the grounds, the orderly said: 'General, do you feel wholly pleased with what you have chosen?' 'It suits me entirely,' replied General Jackson. 'I'm going to make my headquarters in that hunting lodge.' 'I'm very glad of that, sir, very glad indeed.' 'Why?' asked General Jackson. 'Because it's my house,' replied the orderly, 'and my wife and I would have felt greatly disappointed if you had gone elsewhere.'”
”And so all this splendid place belongs to an orderly?” said Harry.
”Funny you didn't hear that story,” said Dalton. ”Most of us have, but I suppose everybody took it for granted that you knew it. As you say, that grand place belongs to one of our orderlies. After all, we're a citizen army, just as the great Roman armies when they were at their greatest were citizen armies, too.”
”Ah, here comes the general now,” said Harry, ”and he looks embarra.s.sed, as he always does after so much cheering. A stranger would think from the way he acts that he's the least conspicuous of our generals, and if you read the reports of his victories you'd think that he had less than anybody else to do with them.”