The Blue Balloon: A Tale of the Shenandoah ValleyHorsley, Reginald
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The Blue Balloon: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley
Horsley, Reginald
Adventure stories; Balloons -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The general began to laugh. ‘If you can take a dip down, and learn
anything of Jackson’s intentions before you return, you admirable
civilian, I shall be all the more pleased,’ he said. Then noting the
look of surprise on his companion’s face, he added hastily: ‘I was
laughing at the recollection of a ridiculous incident which happened in
there this morning. I’ll tell you as we go along.’ And taking the
civilian by the arm, he continued his walk in the direction of the camp.
Ephraim stole a cautious glance round the post of the door. ‘By time!’
he grinned, when they were out of earshot. ‘Ef he’d come in and
suspected we’d heard thet pretty bit of news, I reckon he’d hev larft
the wrong side of his mouth.’
‘Tell me, what does it mean?’ asked Lucius eagerly.
‘I reckon it means thet the admire-able civilian, as the ginrul called
him, is a pesky spy,’ replied Ephraim.
‘As Colonel Spriggs said you and I were,’ laughed Lucius.
‘Ezackly! On’y this yer’s the real article, wharas we war on’y
imitashuns. Anyway, this is the way I put it up. The civilian thar—who
most likely ain’t a civilian at all—hes got a pocketful er despatches
fer Ginrul Frémont. Likewise, he hes got a boat somewhar over thar under
the river bank. Likewise, he perposes to row across above our pickets
and hand ’em ter Frémont. Likewise, his intention is, the orn’ery skunk,
ter take a stroll down ter Stonewall’s camp, and find out all he kin.
Likewise’——
‘Likewise,’ interrupted Lucius, ‘you’ve got an idea into your head that
those despatches would be better in General Jackson’s hands than in
General Frémont’s, and you are wondering if we couldn’t somehow manage
to get hold of them.’
Grizzly made a step forward and caught Lucius by the hand. ‘Right ye
air, Luce!’ he cried, beaming upon his friend. ‘Ye hev struck it. Thet
war my idee, on’y I don’t ezackly see how it’s gwine ter be done.’ He
paused to put on his considering cap.
‘I’d like to have a try for it,’ said Lucius with a grimace. ‘You see,
I’ve been thinking a good deal what an awful row there’ll be when I get
home—that is, if I ever do get home; but if we could show that we’d done
some real service to them, why, they wouldn’t have so much to say,’ he
finished, having become rather mixed in his pronouns. ‘Why shouldn’t we
make for the river and head him off, Grizzly?’ he continued, after a
pause. ‘We’ve got guns and ammunition now. I believe we could do it.’
‘Ef we on’y knew ezackly when he’d start, and how fur away his boat is,’
said Ephraim dubiously.
‘Well,’ said Lucius, who had gone to the door, ‘there is a civilian
walking towards the river now. See, he has just come round the bend of
the woods from the camp. Of course, I don’t know whether it’s your
admirable civilian or not, for I didn’t see him, but’——
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