The Scouts of Stonewall: The Story of the Great Valley Campaign by Altsheler (reading eggs books .txt) ๐
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โYou know the village?โ said Sherburne to Harry.
โYes, I passed there last night.โ
โWhat defense has it?โ
โAbout two hundred men. They are strangers to the region, drawn from the Tidewater country, and I don't think they're as good as most of General Jackson's men.โ
โLack of discipline, you think?โ
โYes, but the material is fine.โ
โAll right. Then we'll see that they acquire discipline. Nothing like the enemy's fire to teach men what war is.โ
They were riding at good speed toward the village, while they talked, and Harry had become at once the friend and lieutenant of young Captain Sherburne. His manner was so pleasant, so intimate, so full of charm, that he did not have the power or the will to resist it.
They soon saw Hertford, a village so little that it was not able to put itself on the map. It stood on the crest of a low hill, and the tobacco barn was about as large as all the other buildings combined. The twilight had now merged into night, but there was a bright sky and plenty of stars, and they saw well.
Captain Sherburne stopped his troop at a distance of three or four hundred yards, while they were still under cover of the forest.
โWhat's the name of the commander there?โ he asked.
โMcGee,โ Harry replied. โMeans well, but rather obstinate.โ
โThat's the way with most of these untrained men. We mustn't risk being shot up by those whom we've come to help. Lasley, give them a call from the bugle. Make it low and soft though. We don't want those behind us to hear it.โ
Lasley, a boy no older than Harry, rode forward a dozen yards in front of the troop, put his bugle to his lips and blew a soft, warning call. Harry had been stirred by the first sound of a hostile trumpet hours before, and now this, the note of a friend, thrilled him again. He gazed intently at the village, knowing that the pickets would be on watch, and presently he saw men appear at the edge of the hill just in front of the great warehouse. They were the pickets, beyond a doubt, because the silver starshine glinted along the blades of their bayonets.
The bugler gave one more call. It was a soft and pleasing sound. It said very plainly that the one who blew and those with him were friends. Two men in uniform joined the pickets beside the warehouse, and looked toward the point whence the note of the bugle came.
โForward!โ said Captain Philip Sherburne, himself leading the way, Harry by his side. The troops, wheeling back into the road and marching by fours in perfect order, rode straight toward the village.
โWho comes?โ was the stern hail.
โA troop of Stonewall Jackson's cavalry to help you,โ replied Sherburne. โYou are about to be attacked by a Northern division eight hundred strong.โ
โWho says so?โ came the question in a tone tinged with unbelief, and Harry knew that it was the stubborn and dogmatic McGee who spoke.
โLieutenant Harry Kenton of the Invincibles, one of Stonewall Jackson's best regiments, has seen them. You know him; he was here yesterday.โ
As he spoke, Captain Sherburne sprang from his horse and pointed to Harry.
โYou remember me, Captain McGee,โ said Harry. โI stopped with you a minute yesterday. I rode on a scouting expedition, and I have seen the Union force myself. It outnumbers us at least two to one, but we'll have the advantage of the defense.โ
โYes, I know you,โ said McGee, his heavy and strong, but not very intelligent face, brightening a little. โBut it's a great responsibility I've got here. We ought to have had more troops to defend such valuable stores. I've got two hundred men, captain, and I should say that you've about the same.โ
It was then that Captain Philip Sherburne showed his knightly character, speaking words that made Harry's admiration of him immense.
โI haven't any men, Captain McGee,โ he said, โbut you have four hundred, and I'll help my commander as much as I can.โ
McGee's eyes gleamed. Harry saw that while not of alert mind he was nevertheless a gentleman.
โWe work together, Captain Sherburne,โ he said gratefully, โand I thank God you've come. What splendid men you have!โ
Captain Sherburne's eyes gleamed also. This troop of his was his pride, and he sought always to keep it bright and sharp like a polished sword blade.
โWhatever you wish, Captain McGee. But it will take us all to repel the enemy. Kenton here, who saw them well, says they have a fine, disciplined force.โ
The men now dismounted and led their horses to a little grove just in the rear of the warehouse, where they were tethered under the guard of the villagers, all red-hot partisans of the South. Then the four hundred men, armed with rifles and carbines, disposed themselves about the warehouse, the bulk of them watching the road along which the attacking force was almost sure to come.
Harry took his place with Sherburne, and once more he was compelled to admire the young captain's tact and charm of manner. He directed everything by example and suggestion, but all the while he made the heavy Captain McGee think that he himself was doing it.
Sherburne and Harry walked down the road a little distance.
โAren't you glad to be here, Kenton?โ asked the captain in a somewhat whimsical tone.
โI'm glad to help, of course.โ
โYes, but there's more. When I came to war I came to fight. And if we save the stores look how we'll stand in Old Jack's mind. Lord, Kenton, but he's a queer man! You'd never take any notice of him, if you didn't know who he was, but I'd rather have one flash of approval from those solemn eyes of his than whole dictionaries of praise from all the other generals I know.โ
โI saw him at Bull Run, when he saved the day.โ
โSo did I. The regiment that I was with didn't come up until near the close, but our baptism of battle was pretty thorough, all the same. Hark! did you think you heard anything, Kenton?โ
Harry listened attentively.
โYes, I hear something,โ he replied. โIt's very soft, but I should say that it's the distant beat of hoofs.โ
โAnd of many hoofs.โ
โSo I think.โ
โThen it's our friends of the North, coming to take what we want to keep. A
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