The first telegrams which appeared in the daily papers brought anxiety and bodings of ill to many households. The dwellers4 at the farm were not exempt5. They had been apprised6 by a recent letter that Mr. Frost's regiment7 now formed a part of the grand army which lay encamped on the eastern side of the Rappahannock. The probability was that he was engaged in the battle. Frank realized for the first time to what peril8 his father was exposed, and mingled9 with the natural feeling which such a thought was likely to produce was the reflection that, but for him, his father would have been in safety at home.
Then, above the selfish thought of peril to him and his, rose the consideration of the country's need, and Frank said to himself, “I have done right—whatever happens. I feel sure of that.”
Yet his anxiety was by no means diminished, especially when, a day or two afterward11, tidings of the disaster came to hand, only redeemed12 by the masterly retreat across the river, in which a great army, without the loss of a single gun, ambulance, or wagon13, withdrew from the scene of a hopeless struggle, under the very eyes of the enemy, yet escaping discovery.
One afternoon Frank went to the post-office a little after the usual time. As he made his way through a group at the door, he notice compassionate14 glances directed toward him.
His heart gave a sudden bound.
“Has anything happened to my father?” he inquired, with pale face. “Have any of you heard anything?”
“He is wounded, Frank,” said the nearest bystander.
“Show it to me,” said Frank.
In the evening paper, which was placed in his hands, he read a single line, but of fearful import: “Henry Frost, wounded.” Whether the wound was slight or serious, no intimation was given.
Frank heaved a sigh of comparative relief. His father was not dead, as he at first feared. Yet he felt that the suspense15 would be a serious trial. He did not know how to tell his mother. She met him at the gate. His serious face and lagging steps revealed the truth, exciting at first apprehensions16 of something even more serious.
For two days they remained without news. Then came a letter from the absent father, which wonderfully lightened all their hearts. The fact that he was able to write a long letter with his own hand showed plainly that his wound must be a trifling17 one. The letter ran thus:
“DEAR MARY: I fear that the report of my wound will reach you before this letter comes to assure you that it is a mere18 scratch, and scarcely worth a thought. I cannot for an instant think of it, when I consider how many of our poor fellows have been mown down by instant death, or are now lying with ghastly wounds on pallets in the hospital. We have been through a fearful trial, and the worst thought is that our losses are not compensated19 by a single advantage.
“Before giving you an account of it from the point of view of a private soldier, let me set your mind at rest by saying that my injury is only a slight flesh-wound in the arm, which will necessitate20 my carrying it in a sling21 for a few days; that is all.
“Early on the morning of Thursday, the 10th inst., the first act in the great drama commenced with laying the pontoon bridges over which our men were to make their way into the rebel city. My own division was to cross directly opposite the city. All honor to the brave men who volunteered to lay the bridges. It was a trying and perilous22 duty. On the other side, in rifle-pits and houses at the brink23 of the river, were posted the enemy's sharpshooters, and these at a given signal opened fire upon our poor fellows who were necessarily unprotected. The firing was so severe and deadly, and impossible to escape from, that for the time we were obliged to desist. Before anything could be effected it became clear that the sharpshooters must be dislodged.
“Then opened the second scene.
“A deluge24 of shot and shell from our side of the river rained upon the city, setting some buildings on fire, and severely25 damaging others. It was a most exciting spectacle to us who watched from the bluffs26, knowing that ere long we must make the perilous passage and confront the foe27, the mysterious silence of whose batteries inspired alarm, as indicating a consciousness of power.
“The time of our trial came at length.
“Toward the close of the afternoon General Howard's division, to which I belong, crossed the pontoon bridge whose building had cost us more than one gallant soldier. The distance was short, for the Rappahannock at this point is not more than a quarter of a mile wide. In a few minutes we were marching through the streets of Fredericksburg. We gained possession of the lower streets, but not without some street fighting, in which our brigade lost about one hundred in killed and wounded.
“For the first time I witnessed violent death. The man marching by my side suddenly reeled, and, pressing his hand to his breast, fell forward. Only a moment before he had spoken to me, saying, 'I think we are going to have hot work.' Now he was dead, shot through the heart. I turned sick with horror, but there was no time to pause. We must march on, not knowing that our turn might not come next. Each of us felt that he bore his life in his hand.
“But this was soon over, and orders came that we should bivouac for the night. You will not wonder that I lay awake nearly the whole night. A night attack was possible, and the confusion and darkness would have made it fearful. As I lay awake I could not help thinking how anxious you would feel if you had known where I was.
“So closed the first day.
“The next dawned warm and pleasant. In the quiet of the morning it seemed hard to believe that we were on the eve of a bloody29 struggle. Discipline was not very strictly30 maintained. Some of our number left the ranks and ransacked31 the houses, more from curiosity than the desire to pillage32.
“I went down to the bank of the river, and took a look at the bridge which it had cost us so much trouble to throw across. It bore frequent marks of the firing of the day previous.
“At one place I came across an old negro, whose white head and wrinkled face indicated an advanced age. Clinging to him were two children, of perhaps four and six years of age, who had been crying.
“'Don't cry, honey,' I heard him say soothingly33, wiping the tears from the cheeks of the youngest with a coarse cotton handkerchief.
“'I want mama,' said the child piteously.
“A sad expression came over the old black's face.
“'What is the matter?' I asked, advancing toward him.
“'She is crying for her mother,' he said.
“'Is she dead?'
“'Where did you live?'
“'In that house yonder, sir.'
“'Didn't you feel afraid when we fired on the town?'
“'We were all in the cellar, sir. One shot struck the house, but did not injure it much.'
“'You use very good language,' I could not help saying.
“'Yes, sir; I have had more advantages than most of—of my class.' These last words he spoke28 rather bitterly. 'When I was a young man my master amused himself with teaching me; but he found I learned so fast that he stopped short. But I carried it on by myself.'
“'Didn't you find that difficult?'
“'Yes, sir; but my will was strong. I managed to get books, now one way, now another. I have read considerable, sir.'
“This he said with some pride.
“'Have you ever read Shakespeare?'
“'In part, sir; but I never could get hold of “Hamlet.” I have always wanted to read that play.'
“I drew him out, and was astonished at the extent of his information, and the intelligent judgment35 which he expressed.
“'I wonder that, with your acquirements, you should have been content to remain in a state of slavery.'
“'Content!' he repeated bitterly. 'Do you think I have been content? No, sir. Twice I attempted to escape. Each time I was caught, dragged back, and cruelly whipped. Then I was sold to the father of these little ones. He treated me so well, and I was getting so old, that I gave up the idea of running away.'
“'And where is he now?'
“'He became a colonel in the Confederate service, and was killed at Antietam. Yesterday my mistress died, as I have told you.'
“'And are you left in sole charge of these little children?'
“'Yes, sir.'
“'Have they no relatives living?'
“'Their uncle lives in Kentucky. I shall try to carry them there.'
“'But you will find it hard work. You have only to cross the river, and in our lines you will be no longer a slave.'
“'I know it, sir. Three of my children have got their freedom, thank God, in that way. But I can't leave these children.'
“I looked down at them. They were beautiful children. The youngest was a girl, with small features, dark hair, and black eyes. The boy, of six, was pale and composed, and uttered no murmur36. Both clung confidently to the old negro.
“I could not help admiring the old man, who could resist the prospect37 of freedom, though he had coveted38 it all his life, in order to remain loyal to his trust. I felt desirous of drawing him out on the subject of the war.
“'What do you think of this war?' I asked.
“He lifted up his hand, and in a tone of solemnity, said, 'I think it is the cloud by day, and the pillar of fire by night, that's going to draw us out of our bondage39 into the Promised Land.'
“I was struck by his answer.
“'Do many of you—I mean of those who have not enjoyed your advantages of education—think so?'
“'Yes, sir; we think it is the Lord's doings, and it is marvelous in our eyes. It's a time of trial and of tribulation40; but it isn't a-going to last. The children of Israel were forty years in the wilderness41, and so it may be with us. The day of deliverance will come.'
“This was not the only group I encountered. Some women had come, down to the river with children half-bereft of their senses—some apparently43 supposing that we should rob or murder them. The rebel leaders and newspapers have so persistently44 reiterated45 these assertions, that they have come to believe them.
“The third day was unusually lovely, but our hearts were too anxious to admit of our enjoying it. The rebels were entrenched46 on heights behind the town. It was necessary that these should be taken, and about noon the movement commenced. Our forces marched steadily47 across the intervening plain. The rebels reserved their fire till we were half-way across, and then from all sides burst forth the deadly fire. We were completely at their mercy. Twenty men in my own company fell dead or wounded, among them the captain and first lieutenant48. Of what followed I can give you little idea. I gave myself up for lost. A desperate impulse enabled me to march on to what seemed certain destruction. All at once I felt a sensation of numbness49 in my left arm, and looking down, I saw that the blood was trickling50 from it.
“But I had little time to think of myself. Hearing a smothered51 groan52, I looked round, and saw Frank Grover, pale and reeling.
“'I'm shot in the leg,' he said. 'Don't leave me here. Help me along, and I will try to keep up with you.'
“The poor lad leaned upon me, and we staggered forward. But not for long. A stone wall stared us in the face. Here rebel sharpshooters had been stationed, and they opened a galling53 fire upon us. We returned it, but what could we do? We were compelled to retire, and did so in good order, but unfortunately not until the sharpshooters had picked off some of our best men.
“Among the victims was the poor lad whom I assisted. A second bullet struck him in the heart. He uttered just one word, 'mother,' and fell. Poor boy, and poor mother! He seemed to have a premonition of his approaching death, and requested me the day previous to take charge of his effects, and send them with his love and a lock of his hair to his mother if anything should befall him. This request I shall at once comply with. I have succeeded in getting the poor fellow's body brought to camp, where it will be decently buried, and have cut from his head two brown locks, one for his mother, and one for myself.
“At last we got back with ranks fearfully diminished. Many old familiar faces were gone—the faces of those now lying stiff and stark54 in death. More were groaning55 with anguish56 in the crowded hospital. My own wound was too trifling to require much attention. I shall have to wear a sling for a few days perhaps.
“There is little more to tell. Until Tuesday evening we maintained our position in daily expectation of an attack. But none was made. This was more fortunate for us. I cannot understand what withheld57 the enemy from an assault.
“On Tuesday suddenly came the order to re-cross the river. It was a stormy and dreary58 night, and so, of course, favorable to our purpose. The maneuver59 was executed in silence, and with commendable60 expedition. The rebels appeared to have no suspicion of General Burnside's intentions. The measured beat of our double quick was drowned by the fury of the storm, and with minds relieved, though bodies drenched61, we once more found ourselves with the river between us and our foes62. Nothing was left behind.
“Here we are again, but not all of us. Many a brave soldier has breathed his last, and lies under the sod. 'God's ways are dark, but soon or late they touch the shining hills of day.' So sings our own Whittier, and so I believe, in spite of the sorrowful disaster which we have met with. It is all for the best if we could but see it.
“Our heavy losses of officers have rendered some new appointments necessary. Our second lieutenant has been made captain. The orderly sergeant63 and second sergeant are now our lieutenants64, and the line of promotion65 has even reached me. I am a corporal.
“I have been drawn66 into writing a very long letter, and I must now close, with the promise of writing again very soon. After I have concluded, I must write to poor Frank Grover's mother. May God comfort her, for she has lost a boy of whom any mother might feel proud.
“With love to the children, I remain, as ever, your affectionate husband. HENRY FROST.”
“How terrible it must have been,” said Mrs. Frost, with a shudder67, as she folded up the letter and laid it down. “We ought indeed to feel thankful that your father's life was spared.”
“If I were three years older, I might have been in the battle,” thought Frank.
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