FOR the next few days there was a puzzling maze1 of movements, which must have completely mystified the rebel Generals—as was intended—for it certainly passed the comprehension of our own keen-eyed and shrewdly-guessing rank-and-file and lower oflficers.
Regiments3, brigades and divisions marched hither-and-yon, wound around and over the hills and mountains, started out at a great rate in the morning, marched some distance, halted apparently4 halfway5, and then perhaps went back. Skirmishing, that sometimes rose to the proportions of a real battle, broke out at unexpected times and places, and as unexpectedly ended. Batteries galloped6 into position, without much apparent warning or reason, viciously shelled some distant point, and then, as the infantry7 were girding up themselves for something real to follow all the noise, stopped as abruptly8 as they had begun, and nothing followed.
This went on so long, and apparently so purposelessly, that even the constant Si and Shorty were shaken a little by it.
"It can't be," said Shorty to Si, one evening after they had gone into bivouac, and the two had drawn9 away from the boys a little, to talk over things by themselves, "that old Sherman's got one o' his crazy fits again, can it? They say that sometimes he gits crazier 'n a March hare, and nobody kin10 tell just when the fit'll come on him. I never did see so much criss cross work as we've bin11 doin' for the last few days. I can't make head nor tail of it, and can't find anybody else that kin."
"I can't make it out no more than you kin," assented12 Si. "And I've thought o' that crazy idee, too. You know them boys over there in Rousseau's old division was under Sherman once before, when he was in command at Louisville, and they say that he got crazier'n a locoed steer—actually looney, so's they had to relieve him and send him back home to git cured. They'd be really scared about things, but their officers heard old Pap Thomas say that things wuz goin' along all right, and that satisfied 'em. I ain't goin' to worry so long's old Thomas is in command o' the Army o' the Cumberland, and we're in it. He'll take care that things come out straight."
"You bet," heartily13 agreed Shorty. "The Army o' the Cumberland'll be all right as long as he's on deck, and he kin take care o' the other armies, too, if they git into trouble. I struck some o' the Army o' the Tennessee when I went back with them prisoners today, and got talkin' with 'em. I asked 'em if Sherman wasn't subject to crazy fits, and they said yes, he had 'em, but when he did he made the rebels a mighty14 sight crazier'n he was. They went on to say that we'd git used to Sherman after awhile, and he'd show us some kinks in soljerin' that we never dreamed of."
"Sich plaguey conceit15," muttered Si.
"I should say so. But I never seen anybody so stuck on theirselves as them Army o' the Tennessee fellers. Just because they took Vicksburg—"
"With all the navy to help 'em," interjected Si.
"Yes, with more gunboats than we have army wagons16. They think they know more about soljerin than anybody else in the world, and ackchelly want to give us p'ints as to how to git away with the rebels."
"The idee," said Si scornfully. "Talkin' that way to the best soljers in the world—the Army o' the Cumberland. I hate conceit, above all things. I'm glad I hain't none of it in me. 'Tain't that we say it, but everybody knows it that the Army o' the Cumberland's the best army in the world, and the 200th Injianny—"
"I told 'em that the Army o' the Cumberland was the best army, because it had the 200th Injianny in it, and, would you believe me, they said they'd never even heard o' the 200th Injianny?"
"Sich ignorance," groaned17 Si. "Can't they read? Don't they git the papers?"
"There'd bin a fight right, there, if it hadn't bin for the officers. I wanted awfully18 to take a fall out of a big Sergeant19 who said that Thomas might be a good enough man for Chairman of a convention o' farmers, but when he went to war he wanted to have sich leaders as Sherman, McPherson, and Logan, and Osterhaus. But he'll keep. We agreed to see each other later, when we'll have a private discussion, and if he has any head left on him he'll freely acknowledge that nobody in the Army o' the Tennessee is fit to be named in the same day with Pap Thomas."
"Better turn him over to me, Shorty," said Si, meditatively20. "I think I'm in better shape for an argument just now than you are. You've bin doing a good deal in the last few days, and I'm afraid you're a little run down."
"No; he's my meat. I found him, and I'll take care o' him. But there's just one thing that reconciles me to this business. In spite o' all this sashayin' and monkeying we seem to be continually edgin' up closter to them big cliffs where the rebels are, and something's got to bust21 purty soon. It's jist like it was at Tullyhomy, but old Rosecrans ain't runnin' things now."
"But Thomas is in the center, as he was then, and we're with him," said Si hopefully. "There's tattoo22, Le's crawl in."
The other boys had been affected23 according to their various temperaments24 by the intricate and bewildering events of the past few days. The first day or two they were all on the tenter-hooks of expectation and anxiety. Every bugle25-call seemed to be a notice for them to rush into the great battle. Every time they saw a regiment2 moving, they expected to follow and fall into line with it. They wondered why they were not sent in after every skirmish-line they saw advancing. When a rebel battery opened out in the distance they girded themselves in expectation of an order to charge it. But Si and Shorty kept admonishing26 them that it would be time enough for them to get excited when the 200th Ind. was called on by name for something; that they were not expected to fight the whole campaign, but only to do a limited part of it, and they had better take things easy, and save themselves for their share when it should come to them.
It was astonishing how soon they recognized this, and settled down to more or less indifference27 to things that did not directly concern their own regiment. They were just at the age to be imitative, and the example of the veterans around them had a strongly-repressive effect.
So, after the second or third day of the turmoil28 of the opening campaign, they ceased to bother themselves openly, at least, as to why their regiment did not move when others did, as to why they did not go to the help of others that were fighting, and as to when they were to be summoned to make a desperate assault upon the frowning palisades of rock which were literally29 alive with rebels and belching30 cannon31.
When the regiment was lying still they occupied and amused themselves, as did the others, according to their several bents. The medical-minded Alf Russell watched the movements and deportment of the Surgeons at every opportunity, and was especially interested in everything that he could catch a glimpse of, from feeling a man's pulse to extracting a bullet. The lathy Gid Mackall, whose appetite did not need the sharpening it got from the free mountain air, put in much of his time cooking, all possible variations of his rations32 with anything else that he could get hold of, and devouring33 the product with eagerness. In spite of Si's strict prohibition34 against card-playing, the sleepy headed Jim Humphreys was rapidly, but secretly, mastering all the tricks and mysteries of camp gambling35, and becoming an object of anxiety to the older gamesters whenever he pitted himself against them. Sandy Baker36, whose tastes ran to mechanics, "tinkered" constantly with his rifle and equipments, studying the nature and inner workings of every part, and considering possible improvements. Sprightly37 Harry38 Joslyn was fascinated with the details of soldiering, and devoted39 himself to becoming perfect in the manual of arms and the facings. Little Pete Skidmore was keenly alive to all that was going on, and wanted to know everything. When he could trust himself not to get lost from his regiment, he would scurry40 over to the nearest one, to find out who they were, where they had come from, what they had been doing, and whither they were likely to go. But Monty Scruggs was constantly in the public eye, as he loved to be. His passion for declamation41 pleased officers and men. He really declaimed very well, and it was a reminder42 to them of home and the long-ago school days to hear him "spout43" the oldtime Friday afternoon favorites.
Therefore he was always called upon whenever there was nothing else to engage the men's attention, and his self-confidence and vanity grew rapidly upon the liberal applause bestowed44 on him. He was a capital mimic45, too, and daring as well, and it was not long before he began to "take off" those around him, which his comrades enjoyed even more than his declamations.
The llth of May, 1864, saw all the clouds of battle which had been whirling for days in such apparently diverse directions, gathering46 about the deep gorge47 in Rocky Face Ridge48 through which the railroad passed. "Buzzard Roost," as this was named, was the impregnable citadel49 behind which the rebel army had taken refuge after its rout50 at Mission Ridge the previous November, and the rebel engineers had since exhausted51 every effort to make it still more unassailable. The lofty mountain rose precipitously for hundreds of feet on either side the narrow gorge, and the last hundred feet was a sheer wall of perpendicular52 rock. The creek53 which ran through the gorge had been dammed, so that its waters formed a broad, deep moat before the mouth of the gorge. The top of the ridge swarmed54 with men, and to the rear of the gorge guns were massed in emplacements to sweep every foot of the passage.
It seemed madness to even think of forcing such a pass. A thousand men in the shelters of that fastness could beat back myriads55, and it was known that Joe Johnston had at least 50,000 behind the Ridge. Yet Sherman was converging56 great rivers of men from the north, the northwest and west down upon that narrow gap, as if he meant to move the eternal rocks by a freshet of human force.
The rebels thrown out in advance of the gorge, on outlying hills, rocks and cliffs, were swept backward and into the gap by the resistless wave of blue rolling forward, fiery57 and thundering, gathering force and vehemence58 as it converged59 into a shortening semi-circle about the rugged60 stronghold.
The 200th Ind. moved forward and took its place in the line on a hill commanding a view of the entrance to the gorge, and there waited its orders for the general advance, which seemed imminent61 any instant.
For miles to the right and left the woods were crackling with musketry, interspersed62 with the booming of fieldpieces.
The regiment had stacked arms and broken ranks.
For an hour or two the men had studied with intense eagerness the bristling63 fortifications of the gap and the swarming64 foemen at the foot of and on the summit of the high walls of rock. They had listened anxiously to the firing to the right and left, and tried to make out what success their comrades on other parts of the long crescent were having. They had watched the faces of the officers to read there how the battle was going.
But one after another found this tiresome65 after awhile and set himself to his usual camp employments and diversions. Some got out needles and thread, and began repairing their clothes. Some gathered in groups and smoked and talked. Many produced the eternal cards, folded up a blanket for a table, and resumed their endless sevenup and euchre or poker66 for buttons and grains of corn. Jim Humphreys found his way into one of these games, which was played behind a clump67 of bushes, and the buttons represented dimes68. He was accumulating fractional currency. Gid Mackall embraced the opportunity to cook for himself a savory69 stew70 with some onions distributed by the Sanitary71 Commission. Sandy Baker went over his gun, saw that every screw was properly tight, and dropped the tiniest amount of oil on the trigger and the hammer, to ease their working. Pete Skidmore wandered down to the flank of the next regiment to find out if anything new had occurred. Harry Joslyn got himself into the exact "position of a soldier," with his heels together, his toes pointed72 at an angle of 45 degrees, and went through the manual of the piece endlessly. Si and the Orderly-Sergeant communed together about the rations for the company, and the various troubles there was always on the Orderly's mind about the company's management. Shorty got off by himself, produced from his breast his mementoes of Maria, and read over her last letter for the thousandth time, though he knew every word in it. But he seemed to get a new and deeper meaning every time he read it.
Groups of officers would come up to a little rise in front, study the distant ridge with their glasses for awhile, and then ride away.
A couple of natty73 young Aids followed their superiors' example, rode up, dismounted, and studied the enemy's position with great dignity and earnestness, that it might have full effect upon the brigade behind them.
Monty Scruggs saw his opportunity. He bound some tin cans together to represent field glasses, mounted a stump74, and began intently studying Buzzard Roost.
This attracted the attention of the others.
"What do you see, Monty?" they shouted.
"See?" answered he. "Just lots and gobs. I see old Joe Johnston over there, with Pat Cleburne, and Hood75 and Bragg, and Joe Wheeler. They're all together, and pulling off their coats, and rolling up their sleeves, and shaking their fists at the 200th Ind., and daring it to come on."
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"Tell 'em not to sweat. Just hold their horses. We'll be over presently," shouted the others, with yells of laughter. "What else do you see?"
The young Aids turned around and glanced angrily at Monty and the laughing crowd.
"I see old Jeff Davis there, with his Cabinet of traitors76. He's writing a fresh proclamation to his people, with his blind eye, and has got his good one fixed77 on the 200th Ind., which he's telling Joe Johnston is bound to give him more trouble than all the rest o' the army."
"Good! Good!" yelled the rest. "So we will. Old Jeff's right for once. What else do you see?"
"Stop that, my man," said one of the Aids savagely78. "You're disturbing us."
"Go ahead, and don't mind 'em," shouted the others. "They're only Second Lieutenants79 any way. Tell us what you see."
"I see way by Richmond, old Unconditional80 Surrender Grant's got Bob Lee by the throat, and's just wipin' up the State of Virginny with him. Lee's eyes is bulging81 out like gooseberries on a limb, and his tongue's hanging down like a dog's on a hot day—"
"Get down off that stump at once, and go back to your place," said the Aid authoritatively82.
"Don't mind him. He's only a staff officer. He can't order you. Go ahead," shouted the rest.
"I see a couple o' young Second Lieutenants," started Monty, but the Aid sprang at him, and in an instant there was a rush of the other boys to defend him. Capt. McGillicuddy, who was usually conveniently deaf and blind to the boys' skylarking, looked up from the paper he was reading, hurried to the scene, quieted the disturbance83, ordered Monty to get down and go back, and spoke84 sharply to the Aid about paying any attention to the men's harmless capers85.
The bugle blew "Attention," and everybody sprang to his place, and waited eagerly for the next command.
"Men," said the Colonel, in his gentle, sweet voice, which, however, was distinctly audible to the farthest flank of the regiment, "we are ordered to help our comrades by attacking the mountain over there. You see what is before you, and that it will be terrible work, but I know that you will do all that you can do for the honor of dear old Indiana."
An enthusiastic cheer answered him.
"Battalion—Take—Arms!" commanded the Colonel. "Right face—Forward—File left—March!"
The regiment filed down through the woods on the hillside, and as it came into the opening at the bottom was greeted by a volley from a battery on Rocky Face Ridge. The shells screamed viciously over the heads of the men, and cut through the tops of the trees with a deafening86 crash.
"Wastin' good cast-iron on the landscape, as usual," laughed Shorty, to encourage the boys. "I always wonder how the rebels pick out the fellers they make cannoneers of. When they git hold of a feller who can't shoot so's to hit anything less'n a Township set up edgewise, they put him in the artillery87."
"Mebbe they'll come closter next time," said little Pete with a shiver, as he trotted88 a little nearer Shorty.
"Naah, they'll never come no closter," said Shorty, contemptuously. "They couldn't hit even the side o' the mountain if it wasn't in their way and no place else for the ball to go."
Just then a shell screamed so close above Shorty that he involuntarily ducked his head.
"What makes you juke, if they can't hit nothing?" inquired little Pete, and the rest of them had regained89 composure enough to laugh.
"O," said Shorty composedly, "that feller wasn't shootin' at me. He was shootin' at the 1st Oshkosh, which is a quarter of a mile behind. If he'd hit me it'd 'a bin an accident, and I don't want no accidents to happen just now."
Approaching the cleared space in the center of the valley, the regiment went into line in the brush and pushed through to the edge of the woods. The moment that it appeared in the fringe of brushwood a sharp volley came from the line of rebels in the brush along the opposite side of the clearing. Evidently they were not expecting an advance at that moment, for their firing was wild, and wounded but a few men.
"Hold your fire till we are across," shouted the Colonel. "Forward—Guide center—Double-quick—March!"
With a yell the regiment swept across the clearing into the brush beyond. A furious, noisy scrambling90 ensued in the thickets91. Neither side could see 10 yards ahead, and the firing, though fierce and rapid, was not very effective. Men shot at sounds, or motions of the bushes, and the bullets, glancing on the limbs, whistled in all directions. But the 200th Ind. pressed furiously forward, and though the rebels resisted stubbornly they were gradually pressed back up the hill. Occasionally one was killed, many were wounded, and squads93 were caught in clumps94 of brush and compelled to surrender. Si and Shorty kept their boys in hand, on the left of Co. Q, restrained them from firing until they saw something to shoot at, and saw that they did not advance until their guns were loaded. They heard a crashing volley delivered on their right front, and springing swiftly in that direction, came to a little break, across which they saw a squad92 of 15 or 16 rebels under the command of a Captain, with their guns still smoking, and peering into the woods to see the result of their fire. Si rushed at the Captain, with leveled gun, and ordered him to surrender.
"Are you an officer?" said the startled Captain as soon as he could gain words. "I'm a Captain. I'll not surrender to any one under my rank."
"I'm Captain enough for you," answered Si, thrusting the muzzle95 of his gun close to his face. "Surrender this minute, or off goes your head."
The Captain dropped his sword, and his men yielded.
The prisoners were conducted to the rear, and when Si returned with his squad to the regiment he found it had forced its way to the foot of the high wall of rock that rose straight up from the slope.
The rebels on the crest96, 100 feet above, had been trying to assist their comrades below, by firing with their muskets97, and occasionally sending a shell, where they could get their howitzers sufficiently98 depressed99. Now they had bethought themselves to roll rocks and heavy stones off the crest, which fell with a crash on the treetops below.
The 200th Ind. was raging along the foot of the wall, trying to find a cleft100 in it by which they could climb to the top and get at their foes101. Standing102 a few yards in the rear, under a gigantic white-oak, whose thick branches promised protection from the crashing bowlders, the Colonel was sending parties to explore every place that seemed hopeful, and report to him. When Si came up with his squad he was directed to go to the extreme left, and see what he could find.
He did so, and came to a little open space made by the washings which poured over the crest of the rock when the rain descended103 in torrents104. There was a cleft there, but it was 40 feet above them, and surrounded by rebels, who yelled at the sight of his squad, and sent down a volley of bowlders. Si and his squad promptly105 dodged107 these by getting behind trunks of trees. They fired at the rebels on the crest, who as promptly lay down and sheltered themselves.
The firing and stone-throwing lasted an hour or more, and then seemed to die down from sheer exhaustion108.
As the stones begun to come down more fitfully, and at longer intervals109. Shorty shouted to those on top:
"Say, you fellers up there, ain't you gittin' tired o' that work? You ain't hurtin' nobody with them dornicks. We kin dodge106 'em easy, and you're just strainin' yourselves for nothin'. Let up for awhile, till we both rest and git a fresh hold. We'll amuse you if you will."
"What'll you do?" asked one of the rebels, peering over the crest.
"Lots o' things. I'll turn one o' my famous doubleback-action flip-flaps, which people have come miles to see, when I was traveling with Dan Rice. Or we'll sing you a song. We've here the World Renowned110 Ballad-Singer of Bean Blossom Crick. Or we'll make you a speech. We have here the Justly-Famous Boy Orator111 of Pogue's Run."
Everything had become quite still all around during this dialog.
"Give us a song," said the rebel, and his comrades' heads began showing over the edge of the rock.
"Now, no rock-throwing and no shootin' while he's singing'," said Shorty. "Give the boy a chance to git back to his tree after he's done."
"All right. We'll play fair. But no politics," came back from the rock.
"Go out there, Alf, on the gravel112, and sing to 'em," said Shorty.
Alf Russell hesitated a moment, and then climbed up on the pile of washings and after clearing his throat, sang "When This Cruel War is Over" in his best style, and was applauded from the top of the rock and below.
"Now, give us your speech. But no politics," the rebels shouted.
Monty Scruggs stepped up on the mound113 and recited "Bingen on the Rhine" in his best school-exhibition style. The delight of the rebels was boundless114.
"Hip-hip—Hooray! Good! Good!" they shouted. "Give us another."
Monty scratched his head to think of something appropriate, and then occurred to him Webster's great speech in defense115 of the union, which was then a favorite in the schools.
"When my eyes shall be turned to behold116 for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on States dissevered, discordant117, belligerent118; on a land rent with civil feuds119, or drenched120, it may be, with fraternal blood. Liberty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable."
The rebels listened with growing impatience121 to the words, and as Monty concluded with his best flourish they yelled angrily:
"Heah, we told you no politics. Git back thar, now, quick, or we'll bust your haid with this heah rock."
Shorty and Si raised their guns to shoot the man with the bowlder, and Monty skipped back to the shelter of his tree, saying with a grin:
"I was bound to give 'em a little straight goods before I quit, and they got it. Old Dan Webster's very words."
"The orders is to stay right here for the night," said the Orderly-Sergeant, coming up through the brush to Si, "and be ready for anything that comes. I don't know what old Sherman means—whether he is going to send over some balloons to lift us to the top of the rocks, or set us to tunneling through. I suppose it ain't my business to know. I've got enough to do running this company. But something's got to bust inside the next 24 hours, and when it does there'll be the dumbedest smash this country ever saw. Stay where you are till further orders, and make yourselves as comfortable as possible."
The rebels on the rocks having quieted down, the boys stowed themselves around the roots of the trees, made little fires under the shelter of the rocks, cooked their suppers, smoked their pipes, and finally rolled themselves in their blankets and went to sleep.
Little Pete "snugged122" in with Shorty, but when that gentleman was awakened123 by Si a little after daylight, Pete was gone.
Shorty fumed124 around at this while he was cooking his breakfast, for he wanted Pete to be there and eat heartily, in preparation for the arduous125 struggles of the momentous126 day which was breaking for them.
But little Pete continued to be absent. No one had seen him, no one had heard his voice, no one know anything about him. Shorty became greatly worried, and the others shared his feelings, and began beating up the woods around in search of some place that he might have fallen into.
With the daybreak the firing away to the left, where a lodgment had been made on Rocky Face Ridge, beyond the gap, broke out afresh, and rolled down toward the gap. The squad listened intently to it as it came nearer, for they felt that it meant the beginning of the day's bloody127 business. The crests128 above them remained silent.
Suddenly they heard little Pete's voice calling:
"Sergeant Klegg! Corporal Elliott!"
They looked in every direction, but could see no Pete.
"Sergeant Klegg! Corporal Elliott! Look up here. I'm up here on the rocks."
They turned their eyes to the crest, and there saw Pete waving his hat to them.
"Come up here," he called. "There ain't no rebels up here. They've all gone off down into the valley."
From their tense hearts the boys sent up a cheer, which drew all attention to them. The news quickly spread along the line, and was received with cheers.
"Go down that way about 100 yards," Pete called down, "and you'll find a tall pine blowed down agin the cliff. You kin climb that, and git up to where its top lays right agin a bunch of bushes. Shorty rolled on my leg this morning, and waked me up before daylight. I then thought I'd git up and take a look, and see how things appeared before they got to shooting. I found the pine tree, and dumb it mighty quiet, intending to sneak129 up close to the rebels. But I couldn't find none. They was all gone."
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