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
The huge fireplace contained nothing but charcoal and ashes; the fire
had gone out hours before.
“Bring some kindling wood here quickly, Ellis, and if there is none
handy, take one of the back shutters off the hinges, and split it up. We
must have a fire here directly. This place is as damp and musty as a
vault. And here! Tell Thomas we want supper immediately,” were the
orders issued by Captain Bannister to his orderly, as they all entered
the dreary room.
“Sit down, Colonel Rosenthal,” he continued, pushing a dilapidated
arm-chair towards his prisoner guest. “And boys, you needn’t stand on my
account. Find stools and seat yourselves,” he added, addressing Wing and
Hay.
He himself stood with his back leaning against the fireless chimney.
Very soon the man called Ellis entered with his arms full of kindling
wood, that seemed to be the fragments of a broken up green door or
shutter.
A fire was soon lighted, and its cheerful blaze illumined the whole
room.
“Now supper as soon as possible, Ellis,” said the captain, as he stood
and spread his hands before the flame.
“Thomas is getting it ready as fast as he can, sir,” answered the man.
“What have you got to give us?”
“Chickens and ducks, sir; brought away from a Union hen-house by Atkins
and some of our boys to-day, and ham, and tea, and coffee, and sugar,
got along with the sutler’s stores,” said the man, with a low, half
uttered chuckle.
“Come, we shall fare sumptuously!” laughed Bannister. “But here, Ellis,
this light wood will soon burn out. Bring in one or two heavy green
logs, and throw them on to keep the fire,” he added.
The man left the room to obey, and presently returned with the logs,
which he threw upon the fire.
He was soon followed by another man with a dish of fried chickens in one
hand, and a plate of broiled ham in the other, both of which he set upon
the table.
“We have to dispense with table-cloths in camp, Colonel,” said
Bannister, laughing, as he stood and arranged the two dishes to his
liking.
Meantime the cook made several journeys to and from the room, during
which he placed upon the table bread, biscuits, butter, tea, coffee,
sugar, condensed milk, cheese, and, last and best of all—SALT.
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