United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
On this vital point, to form the conclusions of military men, Baynell
could command no testimony save that of the Roscoe household,--the most
important witness of course being the judge himself, who had devised and
controlled all the methods to keep the Federal officer unsuspicious and
tranquil, and to maintain the lurking Rebel in security. The anxiety of
the authorities to fix the responsibility for the disclosure of the
military information concerning the interior of the works, which only
one familiar with the location of the magazine could have given, had
induced them to ignore Judge Roscoe's shelter of their enemy, thus
avoiding the entanglement of a slighter matter with the paramount
consideration under investigation. While the fact that his feelings as a
father must needs have coerced Judge Roscoe into harboring and
protecting his son and requiring his servant to minister to his wants,
still the recital of the concealment of his presence affronted the
sentiment of the court-martial, even though Judge Roscoe's part was
obviously restricted to the sojourn of the Confederate officer in his
house, for he had no knowledge of the details of the escape and
subsequent adventures.
The course of the proceedings of such a body was not competent to afford
any very marked relaxations in the line of comedy relief. But certainly
old Ephraim, when summoned to the stand, must have been in any other
presence a mark of irresistible derision, not unkind, to be sure, and
devoid of bitterness.
Keenly conscious that he had been discovered in details which to "Marse
Soldier" were a stumbling-block and an offence, and that his own
prestige for political loyalty was shattered,--for he doubted if it were
possible to so present the contradiction of his conviction of his
interest and yet his adherence to old custom and fidelity in such a
guise that the brevet brigadier would do aught but snort at it,--he
came, bowing repeatedly, cringing almost to the earth, his hat in his
hand, his worn face seamed in a thousand new wrinkles, and looking
nearly eighty years of age. The formidable embodiment of military
justice fixed him with a stern comprehensive gaze, and the brigadier,
who had no realization of the martial terrors of his own appearance,
sought to reassure him by saying in his deep bluff voice, "Come forward,
Uncle Ephraim, come forward." The old negro started violently, then
bowed once more in humble deprecation. Suddenly he perceived Baynell.
In his relief to recognize the face of a friend he forgot the purport of
the assemblage, and broke out with a high senile chirp.
"_You_ here, Cap'n! Well, sah! I is p'intedly s'prised." Then
recollecting the situation, he was covered with confusion, especially as
Baynell remained immovable and unresponsive, and once more old Ephraim
bowed to the earth.
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