How he won herSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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How he won her
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
“When I had heard so much, my Colonel, I thought it was about time for
me to make my escape from the Free Sword’s camp and carry the
information to the nearest Federal Fort. Soon as I was relieved from
duty at the office door, I took measures to get off unobserved.
Fortunately for me, there was a terrible storm arose. Under its cover I
made my escape.”
“How did you pass their pickets, my boy?”
“I crawled through the dense and pathless woods between the picket
stations, until I got quite clear of the encampment. Fate still favored
me. Outside I caught a horse all saddled and bridled, that seemed to
have broken away from his fastenings somewhere. Once mounted on the
horse, I dashed on as fast as possible towards Fort R., where I arrived
just before sunrise. I was stopped and questioned by our own pickets. I
had no pass-word, of course; but I told my story and was taken under
guard up to head quarters, where again to Colonel D. I told my story.
And in fifteen minutes or less time, two companies of cavalry were
mounted and off after the Free Sword. I was detained in a sort of
honorable captivity for several hours, and finally dismissed with a pass
to return to my regiment at H.”
“Before leaving Fort R., did you hear from the companies that went out
after Corsoni?”
“Yes, sir; some of the men returned to report to Col. W. that my
information was correct; that they had found the camp of the Free Sword
just where I had reported it to be; but that the band had probably
received information of the approach of our forces, for that they had
hastily evacuated the premises.”
“Then Corsoni and his band were not captured?”
“No, sir; but the cavalry were still in search of them when I left.”
“And that is all, Wing?”
“That is all, sir.”
“Well, Wing, I hardly know for which quality you deserve the most
praise: for your shrewdness, or for your courage. If I have any
influence in the proper quarters you shall receive a lieutenant’s
commission for this service.”
“Thanks, Colonel.”
“And if the Free Sword should really be captured upon the information
given by you, you will be entitled to a considerable portion of the
large reward offered for his apprehension.”
“Your pardon, sir. What I did was done for the service of my country and
for the pleasure of my Colonel. But not to save myself from perishing
would I touch a cent of the blood money!”
“Upon the whole I think you are right, Wing. In your place, _I_ would
not touch the reward, certainly. But the lieutenant’s commission—that is
an affair of another color, eh, boy?”
“Yes, sir. I hope I have earned that, or shall earn it in some nobler
manner than spying out and giving information against outlaws.”
As they spoke, they emerged from the forest out upon the broad high road
that skirted it.
“We are now about thirty miles from W., I think, Wing?” said the
colonel.
“Thirty-eight,” answered the boy.
“So far? Well, at least we shall reach the town by nightfall,” concluded
the colonel.
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