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
‘Thet’s one more down ter us,’ said Ephraim, with an air of relief, as
the noise of footsteps died away in the distance. ‘Thet old boat served
our turn well, after all. They won’t worry ter hunt up in this direction
any more. Thar’s been a fuss, though, Luce. Did ye hear what he said
about the ginrul? My! I reckon them Yanks will be ez lively ez a
Juny-bug ter-night, looking fer us and all.’
‘So lively,’ returned Lucius, ‘that I think we may as well give up all
hope of placing that packet in General Jackson’s hands. It is enough
that we, or rather you, have prevented it from reaching Frémont.’
‘I reckon not,’ said Ephraim thoughtfully. ‘Shields is pretty sure ter
try and git a message over ter him now thet this wan’s failed.’
‘Even so, he may change his plans,’ argued Lucius.
‘He han’t the time,’ answered Ephraim with considerable shrewdness.
‘Thet is, ef he’s on the lookout fer an attack to-morrer, and I reckon
he is. Of co’se, he may alter ’em hyar and thar, jest ter try and bluff
old Stonewall; but in the main I b’leeve he’ll hev ter abide by ’em.’
‘Well, what is it to be, then?’ asked Lucius, yawning. ‘I’m out for the
day, so I may as well take a hand in the fun. If we’re caught with that
despatch about us, we’re as good as done for. However, I suppose we may
try for the sheep now that we’ve got the lamb.’
‘But we ain’t goin’ ter let them ketch us,’ said Ephraim. ‘Ye see, we’re
a heap better off than we war this mornin’ or this afternoon, for we
know the countersign, and ef with thet we don’t manage ter slip past
their sentries, it’s a wonder. All the same, though,’ he went on, ‘we
may ez well take a couple er hours’ rest. I’m about done, I own up ter
thet, and I should say thet you wouldn’t be the worse fer it.’
‘Considering that I had four hours’ sleep this afternoon, thanks to
you,’ answered Lucius, ‘I’m not so bad. I could eat something, though;
so if you’ll produce the ham, we’ll lay the table.’
Ephraim laughed, and opening his coat, extracted the wedge of ham which
he had carried there since the morning, and which, whatever it might
have been at first, did not look very inviting now. However, hunger is
the best sauce, and nearly dark as it was, the dishevelled appearance of
the ham did not count against it; so between it and the biscuits the two
boys made a very hearty meal, chatting merrily all the while, as if they
had not a care in the world.
‘Now,’ said Lucius, when they had finished, ‘I feel as fresh as a daisy.
You lie down and sleep for the first hour, and I’ll keep watch.’
‘Air ye shore ye kin hold out?’ asked Ephraim, who did indeed feel
terribly sleepy.
‘Certain. Lie down, old Grizzly. I’ll wake you when I think the hour is
up.’
Ephraim took off his coat, and making a pillow of it, went to sleep
almost instantly, so worn out was he; while Lucius, going to the mouth
of the cave, sat down and looked over the river into the night.
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