The Last Three SoldiersShelton, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Last Three Soldiers
Shelton, W. H. (William Henry)
North Carolina -- Fiction; Soldiers -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
So, under Philip's directions, a section of a hollow log was prepared,
covered at the top and notched at the bottom, and pierced with
cross-sticks to support the comb. As a temporary bench for it to rest
upon, they blocked up against the back wall of the house the oak slab,
which they no longer respected as a gravestone.
After it became quite dark, the bees had so far settled that a few
broken pieces of honeycomb, which had been tossed off into the grass
from the falling tree, were secured to sweeten the new hive, and it was
finally propped up on the rubber poncho in front of the thickest bunch
of bees. Tumbler was kept a close prisoner in the house, and early the
next morning the bees began crowding after their queen into their new
house, and by the afternoon they were carrying in the honey and wax on
their legs. So it was the second night after cutting the bee-tree
before the soldiers removed the hive, wrapped about with a blanket, to
the bench behind the house, and got access to the honey in the broken
log. There was so much of it that, after filling every dish they could
spare, they were forced to empty the gold on to the earthen floor, and
fill the cask with some of the finest of the combs.
What remained was given up to the bear and the bees, who got on more
pleasantly together than you can think; and in time they cleaned out
the old log and scoured the wood as if they had been so many housemaids.
During the remainder of the summer the gold lay neglected in the corner
together with certain wilted potatoes and fat pine-knots and the
sweepings of the floor. If a shining coin turned up now and then in
some unexpected place, it doubtless served to remind Coleman how handy
these small tokens of exchange might be if there were any other person
in all their world of whom they could buy an iron pot or an onion; or
it may have suggested to the clever brain of Bromley some scheme of
utilizing the pile as raw material. Worthless as the gold was in its
present form, in the hands of the soldiers so fertile of resource and
so clever in devices to accomplish their ends, it was not possible for
so much good metal to remain altogether useless. They soon saw that,
if they had the appliances of a forge, they could tip their wooden
spades with gold, and make many dishes and household goods. So after
the harvest they set to work in good earnest to build a smithy, and
equip it in all respects as well as their ingenuity and limited
resources would permit.
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