United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
That night by Graham's camp-fire began a friendship between himself and
Henry Anderson which would be lifelong. The latter asked, "Have you
heard from my father and sister since you parted with them?"
"No. My duties have carried me far away from that region. But it is a
source of unspeakable gratification that we have met, and that you can
tell me of their welfare."
"It does seem as if destiny, or, as father would say, Providence, had
linked my fortunes and those of my family with you. He and Rita would
actually have suffered with hunger but for you. Since you were there
the region has been tramped and fought over by the forces of both
sides, and swept bare. My father mentioned your name and that of
Colonel Hilland; and a guard was placed over his house, and he and Rita
were saved from any personal annoyance. But all of his slaves, except
the old woman you remember, were either run off or enticed away, and
his means of livelihood practically destroyed. Old Uncle Jehu and his
son Huey have almost supported them. They, simple souls, could not keep
your secret, though they tried to after their clumsy fashion. My pay,
you know, was almost worthless; and indeed there was little left for
them to buy. Colonel Graham, I am indebted to you for far more than
life, which has become wellnigh a burden to me."
"Life has brought far heavier burdens to others than to you, Colonel
Anderson. Those you love are living; and to provide for and protect
such a father and sister as you possess might well give zest to any
life. Your cause is lost; and the time may come sooner than you expect
when you will be right glad of it. I know you cannot think so now, and
we will not dwell on this topic. I can testify from four years'
experience that no cause was ever defended with higher courage or more
heroic self-sacrifice. But your South is not lost; and it will be the
fault of its own people if it does not work out a grander destiny
within the Union than it could ever achieve alone. But don't let us
discuss politics. You have the same right to your views that I have to
mine. I will tell you how much I owe to your father and sister, and
then you will see that the burden of obligation rests upon me;" and he
gave his own version of that memorable day whose consequences
threatened to culminate in Grace Hilland's death.
Under the dominion of this thought he could not hide the anguish of his
mind; and Rita had hinted enough in her letters to enable Anderson to
comprehend his new-found friend. He took Graham's hand, and as he wrung
it he said, "Yes, life has brought to others heavier burdens than to
me."
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