Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
"Yes, sir. Proud to own it, sir. The best regiment in either service.
Not that I enlisted in Barataria. I had the honor of being the first man
to join it here. I was in the rebel service, sir, an unwilling victim,
dragged as an innocent sheep to the slaughter, and took a part much
against my inclinations in the defence of Fort Jackson. It seemed to me,
sir, that the day of judgment had come, and the angel was blowing
particular hell out of his trumpet. Those shells of Porter's killed men
and buried them at one rap. My eyes stuck out so to watch for them that
they havn't got back into their proper place yet. After the fleet forced
the passage I was the first man to raise the standard of revolt, and bid
defiance to my officers. I then made the best time on record to New
Orleans, and enlisted under the dear old flag of my country in Captain
Colburne's company. I took a fancy to the captain at first sight. I saw
that he was a born gentleman and a scholar, sir. I was first made
sergeant for good conduct, obedience to orders, and knowledge of my
business; and when the second-lieutenant of the company died of bilious
fever I was promoted to the vacancy. Our colonel, sir, prefers gentlemen
for officers. I am of an old Knickerbocker family, one of the aboriginal
Peter Stuyvesant Knickerbockers, as you may infer from my name--Van
Zandt, at your service, sir--Cornelius Van Zandt, second-lieutenant, Co.
I, Tenth Regiment Barataria Volunteers. I am delighted to make your
acquaintance, and hope to see much of you."
I hope not, thought the Doctor with a shudder; but he bowed, smiled, and
continued to wait for Colburne.
"Hope to have the pleasure of receiving you here often," Van Zandt went
on. "Always give you a decent bottle of wine. When the Soulé _cave_
gives out, there are others to be had for the asking. By the way--I beg
a thousand pardons--allow me to offer you a bumper of madeira. You
refuse! Then, sir, permit me the pleasure of drinking your health."
He drank it in a silver goblet, holding as much as a tumbler, to the
astonishment if not to the horror of the temperate Doctor.
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