"Thank you," he said, and repeated the word as I wet my handkerchief and wiped the mire1 from his face; "thank you;--no, no,"--I was opening his shirt--"that's useless; get me where you can turn me over; you've hit me in the back, my lad."
"I?--I hit you? Oh, Captain Jewett, thank God, I didn't hit you at all!"
"What's the difference, boy; you didn't aim to miss, did you? I didn't. It's not my only hurt; I think I broke something inside when I fell from the sad'--ah! that's your bugle2, isn't it? It's my last fight--oh, the devil! my good boy, don't begin to cry again; war's war; give me some water.... Thank you! And now, if you don't want me to bleed to death get me out of this slop, and--yes,--easy!--that's it--easy--oh, God! oh, let me down, boy, let me down, you're killing3 me! Oh!--" he fainted away.
With his unconscious head still on my arm I faced toward the hundred after-sounds of the fray4 and hallooed for help. To my surprise it promptly5 came. Three blundering boys we were who lifted him into the saddle and bore him to the house reeling and moaning astride of Cricket, the poor beast half dead with hard going. The sinking sun was as red as October when we issued into the highroad and moved up it to the grove6 gate through the bloody7 wreckage8 of the fray. The Louisianians were camping in the woods-pasture, Ferry's scouts9 in the grove, and the captive Federals were in the road between, shut in by heavy guards. At our appearance they crowded around us, greeting their undone10 commander with proud words of sympathy and love, and he thanked them as proudly and lovingly, though he could scarcely speak, more than to ask every moment for water. A number of our Sessions house group crowded out to meet us at the veranda11 steps; Camille; Harry12 Helm with his right hand bandaged; Cécile, attended by two or three Sessions children; and behind all Miss Harper exclaiming "Ah, my boy, you're a welcome sight--Oh! is that Captain Jewett!"
Two or three bystanders helped us bear him upstairs, where, turning from the bedside, I pressed Camille with eager questions.
"Lieutenant13 Ferry? he's unhurt--and so is Mr. Gholson! Mr. Gholson's gone to Franklin for doctors; Lieutenant Ferry sent him; he's been sending everybody everywhere faster than anybody else could think of anything!"
I asked where Ferry was now. Her eyes refilled--they were red from earlier distresses--and she motioned across the hall: "The captain of the Louisianians, you know, has sent for him!"
"Yes," I said, "the Captain's hit hard. I saw him when he was struck."
"Oh, Dick! then you were at the very front!"
"Did you think I was at the rear?"
She looked down. "I couldn't help hoping it."
"Then you were thinking of me."
"I prayed for you."
Such news seemed but ill-gotten gains, to come before I had gathered courage to inquire after Charlotte Oliver. "Wh'--where is--where are the others?"
"They're all about the house, tending the wounded; Mrs. Sessions is with the Squire14, of course,--dear, brave old gentleman! we thought he was killed, but Charlotte found the ball had glanced."
I asked if it was Oliver who shot him, and she nodded. "It was down at the front door; the Squire said he'd shoot him if he shot Charlotte, and Charlotte declared she'd shoot him if he shot the Squire, and all at once he shot at her and struck him."
"Who was it that screamed; was it she?"
My informant's head drooped15 low and she murmured, "It was I."
"Then you were at the front."
"Did you think I was at the rear?"
I fear I answered evasively. I added that I must go to Lieutenant Ferry, and started toward the door, but she touched my arm. "Oh, Dick, you should have heard him praise you to her!--and when he said you had chased Captain Jewett and was missing, she cried; but now I'll tell her you're here." She started away but returned. "Oh, Dick, isn't it wonderful how we're always victorious16! why don't those poor Yankees give up the struggle? they must see that God is on our side!"
As she left me, Ned Ferry came out with a sad face, but smiled gladly on me and caught me fondly by the arm. On hearing my brief report he saddened more than ever, and when I said I had promised Jewett he should hand his sword to none but him, "Oh!"--he smiled tenderly--"I don't want to refuse it; go in and hang it at the head of his bed as he would do in his own tent; I'll wait here."
I pointed17 to the door he had softly closed behind him: "How is it in there?"
"Ah, Richard, in there the war is all over."
"Dead?"
"So called."
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1 mire | |
n.泥沼,泥泞;v.使...陷于泥泞,使...陷入困境 | |
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2 bugle | |
n.军号,号角,喇叭;v.吹号,吹号召集 | |
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3 killing | |
n.巨额利润;突然赚大钱,发大财 | |
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4 fray | |
v.争吵;打斗;磨损,磨破;n.吵架;打斗 | |
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adv.及时地,敏捷地 | |
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n.林子,小树林,园林 | |
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adj.非常的的;流血的;残忍的;adv.很;vt.血染 | |
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n.(失事飞机等的)残骸,破坏,毁坏 | |
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侦察员[机,舰]( scout的名词复数 ); 童子军; 搜索; 童子军成员 | |
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a.未做完的,未完成的 | |
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n.走廊;阳台 | |
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vt.掠夺,蹂躏,使苦恼 | |
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n.陆军中尉,海军上尉;代理官员,副职官员 | |
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