The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army OfficerOptic, Oliver
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The Young Lieutenant; or, The Adventures of an Army Officer
Optic, Oliver
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"There it is again!"
"Now, my dear fellow, I'm afraid you will die with an enormous fib in
your mouth."
"Come, Somers, you are taking a mean advantage of my friendship. You know
that I like you too well to quarrel with you."
"Silence!" said Somers earnestly. "There is a boat coming out from the
rebel side of the river."
The water was covered with vessels of every description in the vicinity
of Harrison's Landing; and the boat had just emerged from this forest of
masts and smokestacks. It was time to be entirely silent again; for the
rebels were on the alert in every direction, watching to strike a blow at
the grand army, or to pick up individual stragglers who might fall in
their way. The boat which Somers had discovered was approaching from the
rebel side of the river; and to be seen by the enemy, at this point of
the proceedings, would be fatal to the expedition.
"Who goes there?" said a man in the rebel boat.
"Friends!" replied Somers.
"Who are ye?"
The tones were so unmistakably Southern, that there could be no question
in regard to the party to which the boat belonged.
"Officers examining the enemy's lines," replied Somers.
At the same time he ordered his crew to pull, and steered the boat so as
to run her alongside the other. On the way, he whispered to the men his
instructions; and, as soon as they were near enough, they leaped on board
the rebel boat, and captured her astonished crew before they had time to
make any resistance. No doubt they thought this was very rude treatment
to receive from the hands of those who professed to be their friends; but
they had discovered their mistake by this time, and it afforded a
sufficient explanation of the seeming inconsistency.
The capture of this boat involved the necessity of returning to the
nearest steamer in the river to dispose of the prisoners. On the way
back, Somers and De Banyan conversed with the rebels on general topics;
for the latter refused to say anything which could be of service to their
enemy. After the captives had been delivered on board the steamer, our
party decided to take the boat which had been captured, instead of the
one they had brought from the landing; for there were some peculiarities
in its construction, which made it a safer conveyance in rebel waters
than the other, the approach of which would excite suspicion if seen.
Again they pulled down the river, and passed the point from beyond which
the rebel boat had approached them. The shore was probably lined with
pickets; and the wisdom of exchanging the boats was now more apparent to
them than before. Somers steered into a little inlet or bay beyond the
point, and at the head of it found a creek flowing into the river. It was
wide and deep at the outlet; and he decided to ascend it.
"How was it, Andy?" said a voice from the shore, after the boat had
advanced a few rods up the creek.
"All right!" replied Somers at a venture; though he was somewhat startled
by the question.
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