United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
Taking this for his text the officer spoke earnestly for ten minutes,
drawing largely from the fiery editorials of the Southern papers, which
he had read so often that he had them by heart, and trying his best to
infuse a little of his own spirit into the angry, scowling men who had
crowded around him, but without any very flattering success. There was
but one thought in their minds--they had been duped by the Richmond
government, which had so suddenly developed into a despotism that it was
plain the machinery for it had been prepared long before. They could not
go home even for a short time to visit their friends after their term of
service had expired, and it is no wonder that they felt sore over it.
Seeing that he could not arouse their patriotism, the captain next tried
to arouse their combativeness.
"On the same day that the battle of Shiloh was decided against us, there
was another struggle settled a hundred miles nearer to us," said he.
"That too went against us. Island No. 10, the stronghold that was to
have kept the enemy from going down the Mississippi, has fallen, and the
way is open to Memphis."
"But the Yankees will never get there," exclaimed Rodney. "When I came
up the river on the _Mollie Able_, I heard a man say we had a fleet
building there that would eventually take Cairo and St. Louis too."
"I certainly hope he was right, but things don't seem to point that way
now," replied the captain.
"That is good news for us in one respect," Dick Graham remarked. "New
Madrid must have fallen too, and if that is the case, we'll not be
ordered there. It's too late. We'll stay in our own State."
The captain shook his head, and his men knew by the expression on his
face that he had something yet to tell them.
"There's where you are wrong," said he. "We are going to Memphis as
quick as we can get there, and from Memphis we shall go to Corinth to
join the army under Beauregard. I am sorry you boys feel so about it,
but I really don't see how you are going to help yourselves. Now brace
up and do your duty like men, as you always have done it. I don't want
to see any of you get into trouble, but you certainly will if you kick
over the traces."
This last announcement was altogether too much for the men, who turned
away in a body, muttering the heaviest kind of adjectives, "not loud but
deep." When the two boys were left alone with the captain the latter
inquired:
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," growled Rodney.
"Well, you will have to stay in ninety days after your term expires.
Will that make you eighteen?"
"No, it wouldn't; and if it did they would be careful not to say so."
"Then I don't see what reason you have to get huffy over a thing that
can't be helped," continued the officer. "We must have men, and if they
will not come in willingly, they must be dragged in. We can't be
subdued; we never will consent to be slaves. But you two will get out
all right."
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