Was there really going to be war at Vicksburg? The boys had heard talk of war, but not until they had watched the loading of the guns and the embarking1 of the soldiers and had heard the pressing orders of the keen, straight army officer to “keep her going,” to “push her through,” had this war talk meant anything to them.
Tim was almost too young to understand such things, but to Bill the war had suddenly become a fearful reality. Fortunately, these big guns were not going to Vicksburg; they were going to Washington, which was a long, long way from Vicksburg.
From the talk of the men and from newspapers which had occasionally fallen into Bill’s hands, the boys had learned that during the previous winter their own State, Mississippi, had left the union, and that Alabama, Georgia, Florida, and Louisiana, had likewise followed the lead of South Carolina, which had seceded2 a few days before Christmas.
By this time almost everybody on the boat was asleep, except the carpenters and engineers, who were still working to put the steamer into first-class running shape.
But Bill’s mind turned from the great problem and puzzle of national events to more personal problems, which in a vague manner he had often tried to solve.
Why had his mother never told him anything about his grandfather in Tennessee, except that he was a very good man, who lived on a large plantation3, and had many slaves? Why had he and Tim never visited their grandfather? Many boys of Vicksburg spent months at a time on the plantations4 of their grandfathers.
What kind of a man was their cousin, Hicks, really?
Both Bill and Tim liked Trapper Barker very much and even Black Buffalo5, although he was an Indian, and spoke6 only a broken English, they liked, but they had begun to feel that there was something mysterious about Cousin Hicks. He didn’t try to make a farm. He had bought no farm horses nor oxen like the other settlers. He had only planted a little corn and a few potatoes and beans and he let the boys do the work in the small field, while with a light team and wagon7 he visited around amongst the Indians and Whites. Why didn’t he stay at home and work like the German and Irish and Yankee settlers?
Had he only gone to Minnesota so that Tim might grow big and strong in the northern climate? Tim had often been sick at Vicksburg, but now he was as strong and active as any small boy of his age; however, Cousin Hicks seemed to take little interest in Tim’s health.
At last the troubled boy fell asleep and all his puzzles were forgotten until the clear call of the bugler8: “We can’t get them up—we can’t get them up in the morning!” echoed over the flooded valley. It seemed to Bill that he had slept only a five minutes, although it was now full daylight. The ruddy sheen of the rising sun was reflected in a broad streak9 of red from the swirling10, rushing and gliding11 waters, while masses of black smoke were curling from the chimneys of the boat.
The Fanny Harris had filled up with coal before she left St. Paul, because the wood-yards were flooded and much of the cord-wood piled up for sale at the different landing places had drifted down stream.
The second day’s travel was much like the first, but contrary to the expectation of the artillerymen, the boat did reach the Fort Snelling landing in the evening, having made more than three hundred miles in two days.
Her appearance, however, was more like that of a wreck12 than of a safe ship. Had there been any turn-bridges in those days, they would not have had to open for her. Only six feet were left of her tallest smokestack, while the other projected only a yard above the deck.
But Colonel Lantry would not stop for repairs.
“How are her hull13 and engine?” he asked.
“All sound, sir,” replied Captain Faucette.
“Then we shall cast off at daylight,” he ordered. “You can patch her up at La Crosse.”
At La Crosse the soldiers, guns, and horses were transferred to railroad cars. Col. John E. Pemberton accompanied his men to Washington, where he resigned and entered the service of the Confederate States.
The four civilian14 travelers left the Fanny Harris at Fort Snelling, and stayed a few days at Snelling and St. Paul, till Barker and Black Buffalo had finished their trading.
At these two places, the excitement was as great as it had been at Fort Ridgely. Fort Snelling had been made the recruiting station for the State, and from all over the State men were responding to the call of President Lincoln. Hundreds of men were encamped in tents and rapidly constructed shacks16, because the old stone barracks could not hold them all. Captain Acker’s company was already complete and before the end of the month the First Minnesota Regiment17 was mustered18 in.
At the frontier town of St. Paul, the excitement was as great as at Fort Snelling. Everybody talked war, while at the river front two dozen boats were hastily loading and unloading. Mixed with the excited white people were a number of silent, stolid-looking Indians, both Chippewa and Sioux. They were found in the stores, on the streets and at the boat landing.
The town seemed full of soldiers from all parts of the State. Some of the men of the Fanny Harris had deserted19 the boat at Fort Snelling, because they were afraid if they waited they might not be able to get in on the 75,000 President Lincoln had called for.
On the first up-river boat, the two lads and their friends started back for Fort Ridgely. They were all in a sad mood. Bill could not help thinking of the words of the officer, in regard to Vicksburg, while Barker and Black Buffalo were turning over in their minds the looks and the talk of the Sioux, who in the red glare of torches and bonfires, had been watching the loading of cannons20 and other preparations for the departure of the soldiers.
Black Buffalo especially seemed in a sullen21 mood.
“Who is the white boys’ cousin?” he asked Barker, when the two were sitting alone on the rear deck after dinner, while the boys were watching immense flocks of geese, ducks, and cormorants22 that were now going north over the flooded valley.
“He pretends to be their friend,” replied the trapper, “but I am, like yourself, much puzzled by his actions and behavior. He does nothing for the boys. He talks of finding a good squatter’s homestead for them, but even Bill is much too young to hold a piece of land till it is surveyed and opened for settlement.”
“He is not their friend,” Black Buffalo uttered gruffly. “I see him often talking with bad Indians and bad white men. I do not like him; he is a bad man. He sells rum to the Indians, when he thinks no eyes see him, and he talks against the good work of the missionaries23.
“We should keep our eyes on him. He means to do some harm to the boys.”
“What harm could he do to them?” Barker asked, trying to conceal24 his own fears and the anxiety he had often felt about the relation of the two boys to their supposed cousin.
“We must watch him,” he said to Black Buffalo; “there is something strange about him. He can talk well, but his eye is unsteady.”
“Yes,” replied the Indian, “his words do not tell you what is in his heart.”
In the middle of the afternoon, the engine broke down and the boat tied up near the present town of Belle25 Plaine, about fifty miles above St. Paul.
While the engineers were repairing the machinery26, the two boys and their friends went out in two small boats to hunt ducks and geese on the flooded marshes27.
They landed on a small island of high land and the men chose a convenient blind behind some bushes. The boys had no guns and had just gone along to watch the fun and to bring in the ducks which the hunters would drop, but they found some unexpected and exciting hunting for themselves.
“See the rabbit, see the rabbit!” Tim cried. “He is sitting on a stump28 with water all around him.”
The boys were surprised to find that the rabbit did not try to get away as they approached.
“He’s dead,” said Tim.
“No, he isn’t,” laughed Bill, “I see his nose move; he is breathing.”
Some brush had drifted against the stump and the rabbit had eaten it as far as he had been able to reach.
When the boys lifted the rabbit into the boat, they had another surprise, for nestled under his fur they discovered a black meadow mouse that had also sought refuge on the stump when the water had risen.
“Take him off,” Tim begged, “he’ll freeze to death on the stump,” and Bill took him off and placed him under the rabbit, who was quietly squatting29 under the seat as if he belonged there.
When the boys returned to the brush-and-grass-covered island, they discovered four more rabbits, who, however, were more lively than the one on the stump. They ran about in a most puzzling zigzag30 fashion and one even tried to swim across a channel to another piece of dry land. But the boys caught them all and put them in the boat, from which they did not try to escape.
While they were chasing the rabbits the boys made another discovery. The island was alive with black meadow-mice; there were hundreds of them. Every tuft of dead grass, every bush, every pile of dead leaves was crowded with them.
“Oh, Tim,” teased Bill, “let’s row back to the boat and get some pie for all your pets.”
But Tim had caught the twinkle in his brother’s eye. “Ah, you can’t fool me,” he came back. “Don’t you think I know that these wild mice have plenty of grass and brush to eat till the water goes down?”
It did not take the boys long to decide what to do with the rabbits.
“If we could only keep them,” was Tim’s wish. “We would have as much fun with them as we had with our rabbits at Vicksburg.”
“No use; we can’t keep them,” Bill argued. “We would have to stay at home every day or let them out, and if we let them out, they will eat up our garden and Cousin Hicks will kill them. There are too many rabbits at our shack15 now.”
So the boys rowed their catch of game ashore31. When the boat touched land, the stupid rabbits became lively at once. They hopped32 out of the boat and, true to their instinct for hiding, disappeared at once; some into a hole and others under a pile of brush.
On their way back the boys, quite excited about this new way of hunting, peeped into a hollow log.
“There’s an animal in it!” exclaimed Tim.
“Look out!” Bill warned him, “maybe it’s a skunk33. If you catch a skunk, you can’t go back on the boat.”
“It’s no skunk,” replied Tim. “It’s a gray animal. It’s a coon. Let’s catch him.”
Bill poked34 the animal with a stick and before he had time to warn his younger brother to look out for the coon’s teeth and claws, Tim had grabbed the creature by the neck, dropped him in the boat and thrown his coat over the snarling35 animal.
“Look at him,” Tim cried. “Doesn’t he look funny, peeping out from under my coat?”
“My, but he is thin! I bet he is cold and starved. Let us take him to the hunters and give him something to eat.”
“Mr. Barker, what does a coon eat!” Tim shouted as they approached the men. “We’ve caught one.”
“Anything, except wood,” the trapper told them. “Give him a piece of duck-meat. We have ducks enough for the whole boat.”
When Tim offered the raccoon a piece of duck-meat, he took it, soused it in the water in the boat, devoured36 it greedily and began whining37 for more. He ate several other pieces in the same way.
“Why does he wash his meat?” the boys asked.
“It’s just his queer way,” the trapper told them. “You give him a piece of fresh pie, and he’ll souse it in a mudhole before he eats it.
“A coon’s a queer fellow. My German neighbors call him ‘washbear,’ on account of his peculiar38 habits. I had a tame coon once, but he died from eating a pan of boot-grease.”
“Why didn’t you watch him?” asked Tim.
“You can’t watch a coon,” the trapper laughed, “he’s always in some mischief39. I’d rather watch ten boys than one coon.”
On the four days it took the boat to reach Fort Ridgely the boys had plenty of time to ask the trapper about the war.
“It won’t last long, that’s what I think,” the trapper told them. “When the Confederates see that Abe Lincoln has 75,000 soldiers, they will quit.”
“Will they fight at Vicksburg?” asked Bill.
“No, you needn’t worry, boys. They’ll soon fix it all up at Washington and the soldiers will come home.”
“The officer said it would be hell at Vicksburg,” Tim remarked, “and it would be a big, long war.”
“That’s what some of the army officers think,” the trapper admitted, “but most other people don’t think so.”
Black Buffalo was as much puzzled by the war between the white people as the boys.
“Do the people from this country want to go south,” he asked, “just as the Chippewas from the North want to come into our Sioux country?”
“No, that isn’t it,” the trapper explained. “The white people of the South want to keep their black slaves, and they wish to have a country and a president of their own. They don’t like Abe Lincoln.”
When on the evening of the fourth day, the steamer whistled for the Fort Ridgely landing, the boys were glad to get off the boat, but felt very uneasy about the reception Cousin Hicks would give them.
“I wish we could go back to Vicksburg,” Tim whispered to his brother. “I am homesick.”
“Come on, boys,” Mr. Barker called in his pleasant, manly40 voice. “I’ll stay at your shack to-night, and if your cousin is at home, I’ll have a visit and a talk with him. Don’t forget your coon, Tim; I guess you will have to carry him if you want to take him home.”
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buffalo
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bugler
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streak
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swirling
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shack
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conceal
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belle
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stump
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peculiar
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mischief
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