Among the camps : $b or, Young people's stories of the warPage, Thomas Nelson
History
Among the camps : $b or, Young people's stories of the war
Page, Thomas Nelson
Children's stories, American; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
The young fellow, who still showed the marks of his bruising, took the
chaffing good-naturedly, and confessed that he had nearly lost his life
trying to hold on to his captive. He had been down into the woods the
next day to try and get his horse; though it was the other side of the
little river, and really within the Federal lines. But though he caught
sight of him, it was only a glimpse. The animal was much too wild to be
caught, and the only thing he received for his pains was a grazing shot
from a picket, who had caught sight of him prowling around, and had
sent a ball through his cap.
The narration of the capture and escape made Jack wild with excitement.
All the next day he was in a state of tremor, and that evening he and
Jake spent a long time up in the barn together talking, or rather Jack
talking and Jake listening. Jake seemed to be doubtful; but Jack’s
enthusiasm carried all before him, and Jake yielded, as he nearly
always did.
All that evening after they got back to the house Jack was very quiet.
It was the quiet of suppressed excitement. He was thinking.
Next day, after dinner, he and Jake started out. They were very
mysterious. Jack carried a rope that they got from the stable, and the
old musket that he used in hunting. Jake carried an axe and some corn.
They struck out for the creek as if they were going hunting in the big
woods, which they entered; but at the creek they turned and made for
about opposite where Jack understood his friend had been thrown by the
wild horse that night. They had to avoid the pickets on the roads, so
they stuck to the woods.
At the river the first difficulty presented itself; the bridge and ford
were picketed. How were they to get across? It was over their heads in
the middle. Jack could swim a little, but Jake could not swim a stroke.
Besides, they did not wish to get their clothes wet, as that would
betray them at home. Jack thought of a raft, but that would take too
long to make; so finally they decided to go down the stream and try to
cross on an old tree that had fallen into the water two or three years
before.
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