The Border Spy; or, The Beautiful Captive of the Rebel Camp: A Story of the WarHazelton, Harry
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The Border Spy; or, The Beautiful Captive of the Rebel Camp: A Story of the War
Hazelton, Harry
Dime novels; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
As a matter of prudence, it was deemed necessary to keep the rebel hosts
in ignorance with regard to the situation of our forces. It was not
expected that they would advance upon us, although many expressed a
desire that it should be so, believing that Price would never meet our
entire army, and that farther pursuit of that general was altogether
fruitless. This opinion, however, was not general, and the more
experienced officers were of the opinion that a few days would bring a
great and decisive battle, but had perfect confidence in our complete
success. They felt, that if the rebel leader possessed one particle of
_pride_, he _must_ make a stand, after the oft-repeated oaths that he
had taken, to meet and overwhelm the federal troops.
Spies were reporting each day, that Price had sworn to meet, and give us
battle; but the opinion among this class seemed to be, that he would
fall back to the Arkansas line, and make a junction with Texan troops,
said to be on the march toward Missouri. Many reports were circulated
with regard to the strength of the rebel army, some saying it numbered
over seventy thousand, while others declared there were not over thirty
thousand armed men connected with it.
But the general commanding the Union forces, placing little reliance
upon the statement of those spies, whom he believed could be bought
upon either side by the highest bidder, determined to send known and
trusty men into the very camp of Price. The delay of the army would
afford sufficient time for doing so. It soon became known throughout
camp that the general wished the services of some two or three daring
spirits, for a dangerous enterprise, although _what_ the nature of this
enterprise might be, was not known, or whether the officers required
were to take soldiers with them or go alone.
The headquarters of our army were situated on the hill at the upper and
east side of Warsaw. The tent of General Fremont, which was of the
Sibley pattern, modest and unassuming in its appearance, stood in the
edge of an oak grove, near the house of the rebel judge Brown. In no way
was it distinguishable from others which surrounded it, except that
before the door, there was a single soldier of the body-guard, with
drawn sword, acting as sentinel. Adjoining the general's tent were
others of the same pattern, which were occupied by his staff. On the
slope above, and almost concealed from view among the trees, was the
encampment of the sharpshooters and the Benton cadets.
The reader will follow me along the main road, and passing headquarters
some twenty rods, will see, on a parallel with the street, a line of
tents, which were the staff officers' of the cadets. Just before
reaching these we will turn a little to the left, and proceed for a
short distance down a narrow lane. At the extreme right of the cadets'
camp, stands a tent, of precisely the same appearance as those
surrounding it, the entire regiment occupying the kind known as the
Fremont tent. Let us enter.
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