United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't want to be hard on you, Rodney," said he, speaking in much the
same tone that a kind and indulgent father might use in reproving an
erring son, "but can't you see for yourself what would happen to us and
our government if we should weaken our armies by discharging troops at
this juncture? The enemy has a hundred and forty thousand men in our
front at this minute, and more coming. Memphis is taken, New Orleans has
fallen, the railroads, except those that run south of us, are in
Halleck's possession, and if the enemy along the river moves quickly,
the troops we have sent to fortify Vicksburg will not have time to lift
a shovel full of dirt before the Mississippi clear to the Gulf will be
lost to us. I tell you the situation is critical in the extreme, and if
we don't look out, and fight as men never fought before, the Lincoln
government will have us in the dust in less than two months. I'll not
let a man of you go, and that's all there is about it."
The general puffed vigorously at his pipe and looked as though he meant
every word he said. Was this the man who had promised on two different
occasions that he would lend Rodney a helping hand if the opportunity
was ever presented? Discouraged and perplexed as he was, the boy could
still think clearly enough to draw a contrast between this arbitrary
action of a so-called government, which claimed to be fighting for the
rights of its people, to do as they pleased and the course pursued by
the Union General Lyon at the battle of Wilson's Creek. Rodney learned
through some prisoners his regiment captured (and history to-day
confirms the story) that Lyon had seven thousand men when he reached
Springfield; two thousand short-term men demanded their release and got
it; and the Union commander went on and fought the battle with five
thousand. Perhaps the old government was not quite so bad after all.
"But you see, sir," said Rodney, after a moment's reflection, "my
comrade and I do not come under the terms of the Conscription Act. We
are not yet eighteen years of age."
The surprised look that came over the general's face showed very plainly
that that was a point that had slipped his mind entirely. The boy had
him there, and he hardly knew whether to laugh or get angry over it.
"And do you intend to take advantage of that provision of the Act?" he
inquired.
"We'd like to, sir," was all Rodney thought it prudent to say in reply.
His superior was nettled, and the boy wanted to leave him in good humor
and get out of his presence as soon as possible.
"That settles it," said the general, getting upon his feet and knocking
the ashes from his pipe in a manner which seemed to say that the
interview was at an end. "I'll take pains to see your colonel, but I do
hope there are not many in my command whose ages are under eighteen or
over thirty-five. However, I may be able to infuse a little patriotism
into them, and shall have something to say about it in a general
order."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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