The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army OfficerOptic, Oliver
History
The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army Officer
Optic, Oliver
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
Somers grasped the hand of his brave and devoted companion, which he
pressed with a warmth that indicated his feelings more eloquently than
words could have done. He was entirely satisfied with the explanation,
because it was fully sustained by the conduct of the captain, and by the
words of the rebel cavalry officer who had claimed his acquaintance. He
was even disposed to believe that De Banyan had been a soldier in the
European wars and in Mexico; which was a degree of credulity hardly to be
expected of a sensible young man.
"You will forgive me for my unjust suspicions, captain? I assure you it
went against my grain to believe that you were a rebel."
"You had good reason for it. I was more afraid of you, when I confessed
my sins to the rebel officer, than I was of him. We are friends again,
Somers; that's all I want."
"You have proved yourself my friend by this last act; and I should have
needed no further explanation to convince me that you were a loyal man."
"I am all that, my dear boy."
"Where have you been since I parted from you?"
"I got up to Petersburg in the afternoon. I was put in that hole where I
found you at first; but, when the provost-marshal learned my story, he
sent for me, and I was conducted to his office. Just as I came out of the
depot, you went in. He wanted to question me, he said. Well, I happened
to know him, though he did not know me. I knew his weak point; and, in a
word, I bamboozled him. I assured him I was an officer in the Third
Tennessee, and that, on further inquiry, he would find I was all right;
that I had rendered greater service to my country by going over to the
Yankees than I could possibly have done by remaining with my regiment;
which, you are willing to believe, was strictly true.
"I asked the privilege of putting on my uniform again, which he granted;
and, with the gold in my pocket, I purchased a full fit-out of the
quartermaster. The provost-marshal told me that I must report at
Richmond, which I promised to do; and, my dear boy, I hope I shall be
able to do so at no distant day, though it doesn't look much like it just
now. He gave me an apartment next to his office, for the night; where, of
course, he expected to find me in the morning. In the night, I got up,
and went into his office to transact a little business on my own account.
"After I saw you at the depot, my dear fellow, I couldn't forget your sad
look. You seemed to be as hopeless as a stray chicken in the wet grass,
and I was trying to think what I could do for you. I couldn't have gone
back to Harrison's Landing without you; it would have broken my heart.
And what could I have said to the general, when he asked for you? How
could I have made my peace with the officers of the regiment, if I had
gone back without you?"
"It was very kind of you, after the shabby manner in which I had treated
you," added Somers.
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