Produced by David Edwards and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) [Illustration: A LITTLE UNION SCOUT By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS] [Illustration: I drank in the melody with a new sense of its wild and melancholy beauty (_Page 56_)] A LITTLE UNION SCOUT By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS AUTHOR OF GABRIEL TOLLIVER, THE MAKING OF A STATESMAN AND WALLY WANDEROON _Illustrated by George Gibbs_ NEW YORK McCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO. MCMIV _Copyright, 1904, by_ JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS Published, April, 1904 Copyright, 1904, by The Curtis Publishing Company LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS I drank in the melody with a new sense of its wild and melancholy beauty _Frontispiece_ Facing page "He's tryin' to git away!" yelled Forrest in a voice that could be heard all over the field 10 "I want you to catch this fellow and fetch him to me" 38 Whistling Jim ran into him head down like a bull 64 I was wild with remorse and grief 96 "If hate could kill you, you would fall dead from this horse" 110 The leader ... had an evil-looking eye 138 He had me covered 156 A LITTLE UNION SCOUT I A young lady, just returned from college, was making a still-hunt in the house for old things--old furniture, old china, and old books. She had a craze for the antique, and the older things were the more precious they were in her eyes. Among other things she found an old scrap-book that her mother and I thought was safe under lock and key. She sat in a sunny place and read it page by page, and, when she had finished, her curiosity was aroused. The clippings in the old scrap-book were all about the adventures of a Union scout whose name was said to be Captain Frank Leroy. The newspaper clippings that had been preserved were queerly inconsistent. The Northern and Western papers praised the scout very highly, and some of them said that if there were more such men in the army the cause of the Union would progress more rapidly; whereas the Southern papers, though paying a high tribute to the dash and courage of the scout, were highly abusive. He was "one of Lincoln's hirelings" and as villanous as he was bold. The girl graduate at once jumped to the conclusion that there was a story behind the old scrap-book, else why should it be preserved by her father, who had been a Confederate soldier? This idea no sooner took shape than she became insistently inquisitive. As for her father, the very sight of the scrap-book awoke the echoes of a hundred experiences--long and dangerous rides in the lonely night, battles, sharp skirmishes and bitter sufferings.