The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains — John Shaqi
The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the PlainsHough, Emerson
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The Girl at the Halfway House: A Story of the Plains
Hough, Emerson
Great Plains -- Fiction; Historical fiction, American
For a long time the lines of invasion had tightened about the old city
of Louisburg, and Louisburg grew weaker in the coil. When the clank of
the Southern cavalry advancing to the front rang in the streets, many
were the men swept away with the troops asked to go forward to silence
the eternally throbbing guns. Only the very old and the very young
were left to care for the homes of Louisburg, and the number of these
grew steadily less as the need increased for more material at the
front. Then came the Southern infantry, lean, soft-stepping men from
Georgia and the Carolinas, their long black hair low on their necks,
their shoes but tattered bits of leather bound upon their feet, their
blankets made of cotton, but their rifles shining and their drill
perfection. The wheat lay green upon the fields and the odours of the
blossoms of the peach trees hung heavy on the air; but there was none
who thought of fruitage or of harvest. Out there in front, where the
guns were pulsing, there went on that grimmer harvest with which the
souls of all were intimately concerned. The boys who threw up their
hats to greet the infantry were fewer than they had been before the
blossoming of the peach. The war had grown less particular of its
food. A boy could speed a bullet, or could stop one. There were yet
the boys.
Of all the old-time families of this ancient little city none held
position more secure or more willingly accorded than the Fairfaxes and
the Beauchamps. There had always been a Colonel Fairfax, the leader at
the local bar, perhaps the representative in the Legislature, or in
some position of yet higher trust. The Beauchamps had always had men
in the ranks of the professions or in stations of responsibility. They
held large lands, and in the almost feudal creed of the times they gave
large services in return. The curse of politics had not yet reached
this land of born politicians. Quietly, smoothly, yet withal keyed to
a high standard of living, the ways of this old community, as of these
two representative families, went on with little change from generation
to generation.
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