IT WAS Sunday again, and the 200th Ind. still lingered near Nashville. For some inscrutible reason known only to the commanding officers the brigade had been for nearly a week in camp on the banks of the swift running Cumberland. They had been bright, sunshiny days, the last two of them. Much rain in the hill country had swollen1 the swift waters of the Cumberland and they fiercely clamored their devious2 way to the broad Ohio. The gentle roar as the rippling3 wavelets dashed against the rock bound shores sounded almost surf-life, but to Si, who had never heard the salt waves play hide-and-go-seek on the pebbly4 beach, the Cumberland's angry flood sang only songs of home on the Wabash. He had seen the Wabash raging in flood time and had helped to yank many a head of stock from its engulfing5 fury. He had seen the Ohio, too, when she ran bank full with her arched center carrying the Spring floods and hundreds of acres of good soil down to the continent-dividing Mississippi, and on out to sea. His strong arms and stout6 muscles had piloted many a boat-load of boys and girls through the Wabash eddies7 and rapids during the Spring rise, and as he stood now, looking over the vast width of this dreary8 waste of waters, a great wave of home-sickness swept over him.
After all, Si was only a kid of a boy, like thousands of his comrades.' True, he was past his majority a few months, but his environment from youth to his enlistment9 had so sheltered him that he was a boy at heart.
"The like precurse of fierce events and prologue10 to the omen11 coming on" had as yet made small impression upon him. Grim visaged war had not frightened him much up to that time. He was to get his regenerating12 baptism of blood at Murfreesboro a few weeks later. Just now Si Klegg was simply a boy grown big, a little over fat, fond of mother's cooking, mother's nice clean feather beds, mother's mothering, if the truth must be told. He had never in his life before been three nights from under the roof of the comfortable old house in which he was born. He had now been wearing the blue uniform of the union a little more than three months, and had not felt mother's work-hardened hands smoothing his rebellious13 hair or seen her face or heard a prayer like she could make in all that three months.
"Shucks!" he said fretfully to himself as he looked back at the droning, half asleep brigade camp, and then off to the north, across the boiling yellow flood of waters that tumbled past the rocks far below him.
"A feller sure does git tired of doin' nothin'."
Lusty, young, and bred to an active life, Si, while he did not really crave15 hustle16 and bustle17, was yet wedded18 to "keeping things moving." He had already forgotten the fierce suffering of his early marching—it seemed three years to him instead of three months back; he had forgotten the graybacks, the wet nights, the foraging19 expeditions, the extra guard duty and all that. There had been two days of soft Autumn sunshine in a camp that was almost ideal. Everything was cleaned up, mended up, and the men had washed and barbered themselves into almost dude-like neatness. Their heaviest duties had been lazy camp guard duty, which Shorty, growing indolent, had declared to be "dumned foolishness," and the only excitement offered came from returning foraging parties. There was no lurking20 enemy to fear, for the country had been cleared of guerrillas, and in very truth the ease and quietness of the days of inactivity was almost demoralizing the men.
There had been no Sunday services. The 200th Ind. was sprawled21 out on the ground in its several hundred attitudes of ease, and those with whom they were brigaded were just as carelessly disposed.
As Si sauntered aimlessly back to look for Shorty, the early twilight22 began to close in as the sun slid down behind the distant hills. Campfires began to glow as belated foragers prepared their suppers, and the gentle hum of voices came pleasantly to the ear, punctuated23 by laughter, often boisterous24, but quite as often just the babbling25, cheery laugh of carefree boys.
Si felt—well, Si was just plain homesick for mother and the girls, and one particular girl, whose front name was Annabel, and he almost felt as though he didn't care who knew it.
The air was redolent with the odor of frying meat. Mingled26 with this were vagrant27 whiffs of cooking potatoes, onions, chickens, and the fragrance28 of coffee steaming to blackest strength, all telling tales of skillful and successful foraging, and it all reminded Si of home and the odors in his mother's kitchen.
Si couldn't find Shorty, so he hunched29 down, silent and alone, beside his tent, a prey30 to the blue devils. It would soon be Christmas at home. He could see the great apple bins31 in the cellar; the pumpkins32 in the hay in the barn; the turkeys roosting above the woodshed; the yards of encased sausages in the attic33; he could even smell the mince34 meat seasoning35 in the great stone jar; the honey in the bee cellar; the huge fruit cake in the milk pan in the pantry; since he could remember he seen and smelled all these, with 57 varieties of preserves, "jells," marmalades, and fruit-butters thrown in for good measure at Christmas time. He had even contemplated36 with equanimity37 all these 21 Christmases, the dose of "blue pills" that inevitably38 followed over-feeding at Mother Klegg's, and now on his 22d Christmas he might be providing a target for a rebel bullet.
Suddenly Si noticed that the dark had come; the fragrance of tobacco from hundreds of pipes was filling the air, and from away off in the distance the almost Indian Summer zephyrs39 were bringing soft rythmic sounds like—surely—yes, he caught it now, it was that mighty40 soother41 of tired hearts—
"Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom42 fly.
While the billows near me roll.
While the tempest still is high."
Si shut his eyes lest the tear drops welling suddenly up fall on his uniform, not stopping to think that in the gloom they could not be seen.
Miles away the singers seemed to be when Si caught the first sounds, but as the long, swinging notes reached out in the darkness, squad43 after squad, company after company, regiment44 after regiment took up the grand old hymn45 until Si himself lifted up his not untuneful voice and with the thousands of others was pleading—
"Hide me, oh, my Savior hide,
'Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven46 guide.
Oh, receive my soul at last."
and the song rose and swelled47 out and up toward heaven, and stole away off to the horizon till the whole vast universe seemed filled with the sacred melody. As the last words and their music faded out in space. Shorty lunged down beside Si.
"Say, Pard," he began banteringly, "you've missed yer callin'. Op'ry oughter have been yer trade."
"Oh, chop off yer chin music for a minute. Shorty," broke in Si. "In the dark here it seemed most as though I was at home in the little old church with Maria and Annabel and Pap and Mother, and us all singing together, and you've busted48 it—ah! listen!"
From not far away a bugler49 had tuned51 up and through the fragrant52 night came piercingly sweet—
"I will sing you a song of that beautiful land—"
Then near at hand a strong, clear, musical tenor53 voice took up the second line,
"The far away home of the soul,"
and almost instantly a deep, resonant54 bass55 voice boomed in—
"Where no storms ever beat on that glittering strand56
While the years of eternity57 roll,"
and soon a hundred voices were making melody of the spheres as they sang Philip Phillips's beautiful song.
"That was Wilse Hornbeck singin' tenor," said Si, as the song ended.
"And it was Hen Withers58 doin' the bass stunt," returned Shorty.
"You just oughter hear him do the ornamental59 on a mule60 whacker61. Why, Si, he's an artist at cussing. Hen Withers is. Sodom and Gomorrah would git jealous of him if he planted himself near 'em, he's that wicked."
"Well, he can sing all right," grunted62 Si.
Just then Hen Withers, in the squad some 50 feet away broke into song again—
"Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light"
It welled up from his throat like the pipe from a church organ, and as mellow63 as the strains from a French horn. When the refrain rolled out fully14 3,000 men were singing, yelling and shouting in frenzied64 fervor—
"And the Star Spangled banner.
In triumph shall wave,
O'er the land of the free,
And the home of the brave."
While Hen Withers rested on his well-earned laurels65, a strong, clear voice, whose owner was probably thinking of home and the shady gloom of the walk through the grove66 to singing school with his sweetheart, trilled an apostrophe to the queen of light.
"Roll on, silvery moon,
Guide the traveler on his way,"
but he had it pretty much to himself, for not many knew the words, and he trailed off into
"I loved a little beauty, Bell Brandon,"
then his music died out in the night.
It was now the "tenore robusto" who chimed in bells, on a new battle song that held a mile square of camp spellbound:
"Oh, wrap the flag around me, boys,
To die were far more sweet
With freedom's starry67 emblem68, boys.
To be my winding69 sheet.
In life I loved to see it wave
And follow where it led,
And now my eyes grow dim, my hands
Would clasp its last bright shred70.
Oh, I had thought to meet you, boys,
On many a well-worn field
When to our starry emblem, boys,
The trait'rous foe71 should yield.
But now, alas72, I am denied
My dearest earthly prayer,
You'll follow and you'll meet the foe,
But I shall not be there."
Wilse Hornback knew by the hush73 of the camp as the sound of his wonderful voice died on the far horizon that he had his laurels, too, and so he sang on while the mile square of camp went music-mad again as it sang with him—
"We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom."
Chorus:
"The union forever! Hurrah74, boys. Hurrah;
Down with the traitor75 and up with the Star,
While we rally 'round the Flag, boys,
We'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And although they may be poor, not a man shall
be a slave.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And we'll hurl76 the rebel crew from the land we love the best,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom."
In the almighty77 hush that followed the billows of sound, some sweet-voiced fellow started Annie Laurie, and then sang—
"In the prison cell I sit"
with grand chorus accompaniment. Then Wilse Hornback started and Hen Withers joined in singing the Battle Hymn—
"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord,"
and oh, God of Battles! how that army of voices took up the refrain—
"Glory, glory, hallelujah,"
and tossed and flung it back and forth78 from hill to hill and shore to shore till it seemed as though Lee and his cohorts must have heard and quailed79 before the fearful prophecy and arraignment80.
Then the "tenore robusto" and the "basso profundo" opened a regular concert program, more or less sprinkled with magnificent chorus: singing, as it was easy or difficult for the men to recall the words. You must rummage81 in the closets of memory for most of them! The Old Oaken Bucket; Nellie Gray; Anna Lisle; No, Ne'er Can Thy Home be Mine; Tramp, Tramp, Tramp; We are Coming, Father Abraham; Just as I Am; By Cold Siloam's Shady Rill—how those home-loving Sunday school young boys did sing that! It seemed incongruous, but every now and then they dropped into these old hymn tunes82, which many a mother had sung her baby to sleep with in those elder and better days.
The war songs are all frazzled and torn fragments of memory now, covered with dust and oblivion, but they were great songs in and for their day. No other country ever had so many.
Laughter and badinage83 had long since ceased. Flat on their backs, gazing up at the stars through the pine and hemlock84 boughs85, the boys lay quietly smoking while the "tenore robusto" assisted by the "basso profundo" and hundreds of others sang "Willie, We Have Missed You," "Just Before the Battle, Mother," "Brave Boys Are They," and the "Vacant Chair."
In a little break in the singing. Hen Withers sang a wonderful song, now almost forgotten. It was new to the boys then, but the bugler had heard it, and as Hen's magnificent voice rolled forth its fervid86 words the bugle50 caught up the high note theme, and never did the stars sing together more entrancingly than did the "wicked mule whacker" and that bugle—
"Lift up your eyes, desponding freemen.
Fling to the winds your needless fears.
He who unfurled our beauteous banner
Says it shall wave a thousand years."
On the glorious chorus a thousand voices took up the refrain in droning fashion that made one think of "The Sound of the Great Amen."
"A thousand years, my own Columbia!
Tis the glad day so long foretold87!
'Tis the glad mom whose early twilight
Washington saw in times of old."
By the time Hen had sung all of the seven verses the whole brigade knew the refrain and roared it forth as a defiance88 to the Southern Confederacy, which took on physical vigor89 in the days that came after, when the 200th Ind. went into battle to come off victorious90 on many a fiercely contested field.
Then the tenor sang that doleful, woe91 begone, hope effacing92, heart-string-cracking "Lorena." Some writer has said that it sung the heart right out of the Southern Confederacy.
"The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The snow is on the grass again."
As Wilse Hornbeck let his splendid voice out on the mournful cadences93, Si felt his very heart strings94 snap, and even Shorty drew his breath hard, while some of the men simply rolled over, and burying their faces in their arms, sobbed95 audibly.
Wilse had not counted on losing his own nerve, but found his voice breaking on the melancholy96 last lines, and bounding to his feet with a petulant97,
"Oh, hang it!"
"Say, darkies, hab you seen de Massa"
came dancing up from the jubilating chords of that wonderful human music box, and soon the camp was reeling giddily with the jolly, rollicking,
"Or Massa ran, ha! ha!!
The darkies stay, ho! ho!!"
Then, far in the distance a bugle sounded "lights out," and the songfest was at an end; as bugler after bugler took it up, one by one the campfires bAlinked out, and squad after squad sank into quiet.
"I feel a heap better somehow," remarked Si, as he crawled under his blanket.
"Dogged if I hain't had a sort of uplift, too," muttered Shorty, as he wrapped his blanket round his head. In the distance a tenor voice was singing as he kicked out his fire and got ready for bed—
"Glory, glory, hallelujah."
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