The Shades of the Wilderness: A Story of Lee's Great StandAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Shades of the Wilderness: A Story of Lee's Great Stand
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
Although there was but little moonlight they were so close together
that they could see the eyes of each other clearly, and Harry detected
a trace of uneasiness in those of Shepard. A good swimmer, the water
nevertheless was not his element, and although a man of great physique
and extraordinary powers, he longed for the solid earth under his feet.
Harry drew himself together as if he were going to dive, but instead of
doing so suddenly raised himself in the water and shot forth his
clenched tight fist with all his might. Shepard was taken completely
by surprise and he sank back under the water, leaving a blood stain on
its surface. Harry watched anxiously, but Shepard came up again in a
moment or two, gasping and swimming wildly. The point of his jaw was
presented fairly and Harry struck again as hard as he could in the
water. Shepard with a choked cry went under and Harry, diving forward,
seized his body, bringing it to the surface.
Shepard was senseless, but getting an arm under his shoulders Harry was
able to swim with him to the northern shore, although it took nearly
all his strength. Then he dragged him out upon the bank, and sank
down, panting, beside him.
The great Civil War in America, the greatest of all wars until nearly
all the nations of Europe joined in a common slaughter, was a humane
war compared with other wars approaching it in magnitude. It did not
occur to Harry to let Shepard drown, nor did he leave him senseless on
the bank. As soon as his own strength returned he dragged him into a
half-sitting position, and rubbed the palms of his hands. The spy
opened his eyes.
"Good-by, Mr. Shepard," said Harry. "I'm bound to leave before you
recover fully because then I wouldn't be your match. I'm sorry I had
to hit you so hard, but there was nothing else to do."
"I don't blame you. It was man against man."
"The water was in my favor. I'm bound to admit that on land you'd have
won."
"At any rate I thank you for dragging me out of the river."
"You'd have done as much for me."
"So I would, but our personal debts of gratitude can't be allowed to
interfere with our military duty."
"I know it. Therefore I take a running start. Good-by."
"We'll meet again."
"But not on this side of the Potomac. It may happen when the Army of
Northern Virginia and the Army of the Potomac go into battle on the
other side of the river."
Harry darted into the forest, and ran for a half-hour. He meant to put
as much distance as possible between Shepard and himself before the
latter's full strength returned. He knew that Shepard would follow, if
he could, but it was not possible to trail one who had a long start
through dark and wet woods.
He came through the forest and into a meadow surrounded by a rail
fence, on which he sat until his breath came back again. He had
forgotten all about his wet uniform, but the run was really beneficial
to him as it sent the blood leaping through his veins and warmed his
body.
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