Soldiers -- Fiction; Southern States -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
But if it were merely a transfer of troops, why were the transports
crowded in this way, and why were the convoying gun-boats there?
There was no enemy off the coast, except storms; and as storms were
conspicuously disregarded in the overloading of the steamers, it seemed
to me clear that the expedition was bound for Bluffton.
* * * * *
“How many men have you, sergeant?” I asked.
“Two,” he replied.
“Trusty fellows?”
“As good as ever threw a leg over a saddle.”
“Send them to me,” I said.
When they came, I asked: “Are your horses good ones?”
“Pretty good.”
“Mount, then,” I said to one, “and ride as fast as you can to
Buckingham Ferry. Wait with the pickets there till the fleet comes
within sight. Then send a man to Bluffton to announce the fact. Stay
yourself till the fleet has passed, observing which creek it takes.
As soon as you satisfy yourself on that point, ride to Bluffton and
report.”
Then turning to the other, I said: “You go to Hunting Island and do the
same thing. Tell the sergeants there to follow their standing orders
in all other regards. Be quick, now, both of you. I’ll expect you at
Bluffton at the right time.”
As the men galloped away, I walked to the place where the sergeant was
still standing, and said: “Sergeant, you and I will stay here till the
fleet leaves. Then we’ll ride straight to Bluffton on a full run and
give the alarm in time.”
“It’s already leaving,” he replied. “And look! it’s steaming straight
up the creek.”
Looking, I saw that it was as he said. The two gun-boats abreast led
the column, the three transports following.
“It’s time for us to be riding, then,” I said, hastily springing into
my saddle. “But we can beat them by two hours, as the creek is crooked
and they must sound all the way for want of buoys.”
We galloped across the island; but when we came to the little creek we
found an unexpected obstacle in our way. The tide had risen well-nigh
to the flood, and was exceedingly high in consequence of a strong
wind that had been blowing on shore all day. The strip of marsh which
separated the island from the mainland was completely covered with
water, and even the causeway leading across it was submerged. The two
men sent to alarm the pickets had reached the place only a little while
earlier than we. We found them hunting for some landmark or other by
which to find out where the causeway lay.
The sergeant thought he knew its locality and direction. He boldly
plunged in. The rest of us followed.
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