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
This valorous resolve set him to thinking. He got up, and went down
to the gap. He could see the tracks where the horse was led out. He
must have “cut up” a good deal, for the grass outside was very much
trampled. Jack could see where he was led or ridden away. The tracks
went straight toward the clearing where the picket was. They were quite
fresh; he could not very long have been taken. Jack determined to
track him, and find out where he was if possible. They set out through
the woods. They could follow the track quite well in most places, but
in some spots it was almost lost. In such cases Jack followed the
method of woodsmen--he took a circle, and hunted until he found it
again. The trail led straight to the clearing. As they drew near, Jake
became very nervous, so Jack left him lying under a bush, and he crept
up. It was so late now that it was getting quite dusk in the woods,
so Jack could creep up close. He got down on his hands and knees. As
he came near he could see the men sitting about the little old cabin.
They were talking. Their guns were lying against the wall, at some
little distance, and their horses were picketed not far off, rather in
the shadow, Jack observed. Jack lay down at the edge of the wood and
counted them. There were five men and six horses. Yes, one of them must
be his horse. He listened to the men. They were talking about horses.
He crept a little closer. Yes, they were talking over the finding of
his horse. One man thought he knew him, that he was the Colonel’s horse
that had been stolen that night when so many horses were carried off
by the Johnnies; others thought it was a horse some of the negroes had
stolen from the plantation across the river from their master, and had
hidden. There was the pen and the bridle, and there was the path down
to the crossing at the river. Jack’s heart beat faster; so they knew
the crossing. They were very much divided, but on one thing they all
agreed, that anyhow he was a fine animal, worth at least three hundred
dollars, and they would have a nice sum from him when they sold him. It
was suggested that they should play cards for him, and whichever one
should win should have the whole of him. This was agreed to, and they
soon arranged themselves and began to play cards in the moonlight.
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