Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862Morford, Henry
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Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
It had been arranged that all the passengers by the up-train should
disembark and cross the long bridge over the estuary, on the narrow
strips of plank temporarily laid down for that purpose, so as to be
ready to take the next down-train from Albany, the moment it arrived,
and go back with it;--while the passengers by the down-train would cross
in the same manner and run back with the up-train towards New
York;--thus saving what would otherwise be hours of additional
detention. Then streamed across those planks a most picturesque line of
pedestrians, sturdy men and timid women, each a little afraid of so
narrow a footing over the water, some of the women nervous and screaming
a little, and some of the men quite as cowardly but much more ashamed to
acknowledge the feeling. The novelty of the picture was materially added
to, meanwhile, by the fact that nearly every male passenger was loaded
like a pack-horse with baggage, and the ladies with shawls, parasols and
bundles,--and that all, when they reached the neck of land at the end of
the bridge, squatted down miscellaneously on the dry grass and among the
wood and timber, like so many Arabs making a noon encampment.
"Oh, isn't this jolly!" exclaimed Joe Harris, as Tom Leslie was leading
her over the line of plank, when they were about half way across, and
when, from the instability of a part of the structure, there seemed a
fair prospect of taking a duck in the river.
"Bravo, little girl!" said Tom Leslie, in reply. "That is the way to
take detention and disappointment in travelling; and after that
expression I would bet on you for ascending Mont Blanc or living on a
raft." Such little events, to close observers, sometimes furnish keys to
the capabilities of whole characters.
"You compliment me," said the young girl, "but there is really nothing
to compliment me about. I am not enduring, but enjoying. Look
out!--there I go! No I don't!" as she partially lost her balance and
then recovered it. "Why we should have lost all this, but for the
accident; and probably nothing in our whole ride could have compensated
it."
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