United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
Once they made an extended search up and down its banks for any
fragments of Pharaoh's chariots which might have been washed up so
high; but that was when they were younger and did not have much
sense.
CHAPTER II.
There was great excitement at Oakland during the John Brown raid, and
the boys' grandmother used to pray for him and Cook, whose pictures
were in the papers.
The boys became soldiers, and drilled punctiliously with guns which
they got Uncle Balla to make for them. Frank was the captain, Willy
the first lieutenant, and a dozen or more little negroes composed the
rank and file, Peter and Cole being trusted file-closers.
A little later they found their sympathies all on the side of peace
and the preservation of the Union. Their uncle was for keeping the
Union unbroken, and ran for the Convention against Colonel Richards,
who was the chief officer of the militia in the county, and was as
blood-thirsty as Tamerlane, who reared the pyramid of skulls, and as
hungry for military renown as the great Napoleon, about whom the boys
had read.
There was immense excitement in the county over the election. Though
the boys' mother had made them add to their prayers a petition that
their Uncle William might win, and that he might secure the
blessings of peace; and, though at family prayers, night and morning,
the same petition was presented, the boys' uncle was beaten at the
polls by a large majority. And then they knew there was bound to be
war, and that it must be very wicked. They almost felt the "invader's
heel," and the invaders were invariably spoken of as "cruel," and the
heel was described as of "iron," and was always mentioned as engaged
in the act of crushing. They would have been terribly alarmed at this
cruel invasion had they not been reassured by the general belief of
the community that one Southerner could whip ten Yankees, and that,
collectively, the South could drive back the North with pop-guns. When
the war actually broke out, the boys were the most enthusiastic of
rebels, and the troops in Camp Lee did not drill more continuously nor
industriously.
Their father, who had been a Whig and opposed secession until the very
last, on Virginia's seceding, finally cast his lot with his people,
and joined an infantry company; and Uncle William raised and equipped
an artillery company, of which he was chosen captain; but the infantry
was too tame and the artillery too ponderous to suit the boys.
They were taken to see the drill of the county troop of cavalry, with
its prancing horses and clanging sabres. It was commanded by a cousin;
and from that moment they were cavalrymen to the core. They flung
away their stick-guns in disgust; and Uncle Balla spent two grumbling
days fashioning them a stableful of horses with real heads and "sure
'nough" leather bridles.
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