United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
Besides, I did not care to start back too soon, for I wanted it to be
dark when we would reach the vicinity of T----. I knew the moon would
not rise that night until a little after eight, and between dusk and
that time I had planned to get beyond T----, procure a vehicle of some
kind and assume my disguise. That done, I was ready to encounter the
enemy at any time, although I aimed to run against them later and
further on. Ned made an excursion into a neighboring field and brought
back some feed for the horses. As soon as they finished their meal we
started.
Ned soon suggested that we might find a conveyance that would answer our
purpose at Goodhue's, a place on our left a little ways off. We made
our way there, taking a short cut and a rough road through a lane, which
approached the place from the rear. The house, which faced a road
beyond, looked deserted, but we did not go near enough to be certain.
The stables stood off by themselves and we were well enough satisfied
not to find anyone around them and did not investigate further. The
carriage and horses were gone, but we found a good set of harness and an
old fashioned light buggy, which suited our purpose admirably and were
all we needed. We had left our horses in the woods across the lane. I
went on ahead to reconnoiter. Ned followed, pulling the buggy.
By the time I was arrayed in my disguise Ned had the horses harnessed to
the buggy and my clothes and the saddles and bridles stowed compactly
away under the buggy seat. It was an extra piece of luck finding a
vehicle so near, for I could not assume my disguise until one had been
procured, but now, instead of going around T----, I could pass directly
through the village, which saved considerable time.
I had on starting from S---- forbade Ned to address me except as Miss
Salome, for I was afraid if he did not have some practice he would in
any sudden fright forget and let slip the "Mars," which would be sure to
rouse suspicion. I impressed on him that he must, until we were through
with the rather unpleasant affair before us, act as if I were in reality
his young mistress, whom he was trying to get safely to her home, and
protect to the best of his ability in a dangerous and unsettled country.
It was a decided change in our mode of progression for us to be speeding
along over good roads in a comfortable buggy and not actually shunning
observation, as I had been obliged to do until then. But while it was a
rest, it was the kind of a rest one experiences when awaiting a
surgical operation, which is to commence as soon as the surgeon comes,
the exact moment of his arrival having been left mercilessly indefinite.
CHAPTER X.
"Hi, Miss Salome, look dar," whispered Ned suddenly.
We had been driving for some time at full speed when Ned's low tones
roused me from an imaginary conversation with the Captain.
"Where?" I asked.
"Over dar," he returned, pointing toward his left, around the curve we
were just making.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account