Bennie Ben Cree: Being the Story of His Adventure to Southward in the Year '62
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Bennie Ben Cree: Being the Story of His Adventure to Southward in the Year '62
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Their names, as I came to hear them, were these: the eldest, Captain
Cavarly; the odd-looking one, Mr. Dan Morgan; and the third, Mr. Sabre
Calhoun--a curious name, and he was tall and thin, and, like his name,
not to be quickly forgotten. Indeed, he was a man I never understood,
and, seeing that I came to have such chances of knowing him as do not
commonly fall between men, there must have been something odd with him
or with me. He had sandy hair, and grey eyes that seemed very lively and
shrewd.
“I make you acquainted with these gentlemen,” said my father, “if the
captain don't mind your hearing his yarn.”
“Shuly,” said he, with a fine wave of his hand. “Glad to know you.”
Mr. Calhoun nodded.
“Why, why,” said Mr. Morgan, looking at my red cheeks. “You ain't got
any liver complaint. Well, sir, when I was so old I used to bust the
seams o' my clo'es, an' it hurt my feelins te'ible. I grew like a yellow
punkin, ve'y similar.”
The captain went on with the story, which my coming had interrupted.
“Well, sir, then I started for Washington in a hurry, to see the
Sec'etary o' the Navy, an ol' gen'lman from hereabout 'ith a beard like
a palm leaf fan, yes, sir; an' I said to him, 'Sir, this country is
fairly leakin 'ith pat'iotism. Here's parties, that don't wish their
names known for private reasons--say they're Baltimore parties, but they
want me to tell you, 'Here's the _Octarara_ in Baltimore docks, small
and steady, steam ten knots, an' here's Cavarly an' Dan Morgan knowin'
the coast better'n Webster's Primer consid'able. Let the Gove'nment
commission her, an' Cavarly an' Dan'll raise the crew an' run her for
high an' mighty? An' there you are, sir.' An' there he was, that
ol' gen'lman 'ith the palm leaf beard, calm as a fish in his natchul
element, an' me bustin' 'ith glory.
“'The Gove'nment doesn't commission privateers,' he says. 'Do I
understand the parties offer this vessel to the Gove'nment? In that
case----' Then I saw of co'se it would have to be all regular, an' quite
right he was though too much like ref'ige'ated fish, an' I inte'upted
him. 'The parties wouldn' be satisfied unless Morgan an' I sailed her,
bein' sort of in it ourselves----'
“'In fact you are the parties,' said he.
“I said, 'Not altogther. But it would be like this, sir. If we offer
the _Octarara_, an' the Gove'nment puts her in commission, and furnishes
equipments, arms, ammunition, mess, the parties might see it was
only right the Gov'n-ment should put in its own crew, quite regular,
especially gunners, sir. Sir,' I said, 'I reckon I can take the
_Octarara_ into the back dooryard of Virginia closer'n most, but put it
you wanted to target practice on the back door--I'm no gunner myself.'
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