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
He felt for the friendly bough, and presuming that he had found it,
threw his weight upon it. Instantly it cracked across, and down he went
into the water with a great splash. Fortunately he fell close under the
bank, and wildly grasping, caught a clump of bushes and dragged himself
out.
‘It’s all right, Luce,’ he called up to the boy, who was listening
anxiously. ‘I must hev caught the wrong one. I’m on’y wet about the
legs.’
‘It’s all wrong,’ replied Lucius under his breath; ‘those fellows have
heard the splash: I’m sure of it by the way the lantern is being moved
about.’
‘Half a breath,’ said Ephraim. ‘We won’t leave the gun ef we kin help
it. I’ll hev anuther try.’
He went to work again more cautiously, and this time got hold of the
right bough.
‘Send her along, Luce,’ he said. ‘Careful now. We don’t want her goin’
orf like the first wan.’
Lucius cautiously extended the gun, which, after one or two ineffectual
attempts, Ephraim caught and landed safely. For an active boy like
Lucius the rest was easy, and in a very short time he joined the Grizzly
on the bank.
‘Which way now?’ inquired Lucius, when once they had attained the level
ground above.
‘Oh, up the river,’ answered Ephraim. ‘We must keep our faces towards
old Stonewall’s camp. We’re all right now, I reckon, with these uniforms
and the countersign. It’s lucky we’ve got thet.’
Alas, poor Ephraim! He did not know of General Shields’s order, nor how
anxiously his arrival was expected by every sentry along the line.
‘I wonder what time it is,’ said Lucius in the low tones they had
learned of necessity to adopt.
‘It orter be about nine o’clock,’ answered Ephraim; ‘but we’ve no way of
knowin’. Thar’s a moon, too, about midnight, I’m sorry ter say; but
p’raps the clouds won’t let her through. I’m fond er the moon; but jest
this wan night I’d do without her and willin’.’
‘It won’t be as dark outside this belt of trees as it is here,’ said
Lucius, as they moved along.
‘All the wuss fer us,’ said Ephraim; ’fer outside ’em we must go. This
belt is shore ter be full er sentries all along the river line. We must
work our way down ter them fields we crossed this afternoon, and grub
along through the ditch. That’ll be——Hush! Some one’s comin’. Lie down.’
He sank noiselessly to the ground among the underbrush as stealthy
footsteps were heard approaching. Lucius followed his example, and the
two lay side by side, scarcely daring to breathe.
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