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+2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
+ 6he had gone down to his mother's room and
+ had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm goin' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother
+ had replied. She had^ covered her head with the
+ quilt and there was an end to the matter
+ for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone
+ over to a considerable town that was near his
+ mother's farm and had enlisted in aone thof the
+ companies that were forming there. When he
+ hadhad returned home, his mother was milking the
+ brindle cow. Four others stood patiently waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had^ said. to her, diffidently.
+ "The Lord's will be done, Henry," she had replied
+ and had continued to milk the brindle cow.
+ When he had stood in the door with his
+ soldier clothes on his back and a light of
+ excitement and expectation in his eyes, he had
+ seen two tears leave their burning trails on
+ his mother's rough cheeks. Still she had
+ disappointed by him by saying nothing
+ about returning with his shield or on it.
+ To the contrary. She had doggedly peeled potatoes
+ and addressed him as follows: "You watch
+ out, Henry, in this here fightin' business--
+ you watch out. an' take good keer a' yerself.
+ I've knit yeh eight pairs of socks an' I've
+ put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want
+ my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'table as
+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+6464yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+7676some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+7878enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+82
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
+
+ 86
+ He had then a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the pure depths of his being, among the hidden, untouched currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world, modelled by the pain of his life, in which no old shadows fell darkening upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+ He thought for a time of piercing orations starting multitudes and of books wrung from his heart. In the gloom of his misery, his eyesight proclaimed that mankind were bowing to wrong and ridiculous idols. He said that if some all-powerful joker should take them away in the night, and leave only manufac�tured shadows falling upon the bended heads, mankind would go on counting the hollow beads of their progress until the shriveling of the fingers. He was a-blaze with desire to change. He saw himself, a sun-lit figure upon a peak, pointing with true and unchangeable gesture. "There"! And all men could see and no man would falter.
+ Gradually the idea grew upon him that the cattle which cluttered the earth, would, in their ignorance and calm faith in the next day, blunder stolidly on and he would be beating his fists against the brass of accepted things. A remarkable facility for abuse came to him then and in supreme disgust and rage, he railed. To him there was something terrible and awesome in these words spoken from his heart to his heart. He was very tragic.
+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+91
+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
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+2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
+ 6he had gone down to his mother's room and
+ had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm goin' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother
+ had replied. She had^ covered her head with the
+ quilt and there was an end to the matter
+ for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone
+ over to a considerable town that was near his
+ mother's farm and had enlisted in aone thof the
+ companies that were forming there. When he
+ hadhad returned home, his mother was milking the
+ brindle cow. Four others stood patiently waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had^ said. to her, diffidently.
+ "The Lord's will be done, Henry," she had replied
+ and had continued to milk the brindle cow.
+ When he had stood in the door with his
+ soldier clothes on his back and a light of
+ excitement and expectation in his eyes, he had
+ seen two tears leave their burning trails on
+ his mother's rough cheeks. Still she had
+ disappointed by him by saying nothing
+ about returning with his shield or on it.
+ To the contrary. She had doggedly peeled potatoes
+ and addressed him as follows: "You watch
+ out, Henry, in this here fightin' business--
+ you watch out. an' take good keer a' yerself.
+ I've knit yeh eight pairs of socks an' I've
+ put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want
+ my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'table as
+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+6464yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+7676some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+7878enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+82
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
+
+ 86
+ He had then a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the pure depths of his being, among the hidden, untouched currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world, modelled by the pain of his life, in which no old shadows fell darkening upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+ He thought for a time of piercing orations starting multitudes and of books wrung from his heart. In the gloom of his misery, his eyesight proclaimed that mankind were bowing to wrong and ridiculous idols. He said that if some all-powerful joker should take them away in the night, and leave only manufac�tured shadows falling upon the bended heads, mankind would go on counting the hollow beads of their progress until the shriveling of the fingers. He was a-blaze with desire to change. He saw himself, a sun-lit figure upon a peak, pointing with true and unchangeable gesture. "There"! And all men could see and no man would falter.
+ Gradually the idea grew upon him that the cattle which cluttered the earth, would, in their ignorance and calm faith in the next day, blunder stolidly on and he would be beating his fists against the brass of accepted things. A remarkable facility for abuse came to him then and in supreme disgust and rage, he railed. To him there was something terrible and awesome in these words spoken from his heart to his heart. He was very tragic.
+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+91
+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
+
+
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+2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited
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+4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
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+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
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+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+
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+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+
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+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+
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+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+
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+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+
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+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+
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+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+
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+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+
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+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+
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+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+
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+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+
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+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+
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+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+
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+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+
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+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+
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+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+
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+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+
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+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+
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+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+
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+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+
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+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+
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+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+
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+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+
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+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+
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+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
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+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
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+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+
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+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+
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+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
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+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
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+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+64
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+64yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+
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+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.
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+67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+
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+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+
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+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+
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+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+
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+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+
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+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+
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+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+76
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+76some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+
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+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+78
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+78enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+
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+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+
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+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+
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+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+
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+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+
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+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+
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+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
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+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+
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+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+
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+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
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+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
+ 6he had gone down to his mother's room and
+ had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm goin' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother
+ had replied. She had^ covered her head with the
+ quilt and there was an end to the matter
+ for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone
+ over to a considerable town that was near his
+ mother's farm and had enlisted in aone thof the
+ companies that were forming there. When he
+ hadhad returned home, his mother was milking the
+ brindle cow. Four others stood patiently waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had^ said. to her, diffidently.
+ "The Lord's will be done, Henry," she had replied
+ and had continued to milk the brindle cow.
+ When he had stood in the door with his
+ soldier clothes on his back and a light of
+ excitement and expectation in his eyes, he had
+ seen two tears leave their burning trails on
+ his mother's rough cheeks. Still she had
+ disappointed by him by saying nothing
+ about returning with his shield or on it.
+ To the contrary. She had doggedly peeled potatoes
+ and addressed him as follows: "You watch
+ out, Henry, in this here fightin' business--
+ you watch out. an' take good keer a' yerself.
+ I've knit yeh eight pairs of socks an' I've
+ put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want
+ my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'table as
+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+6464yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+7676some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+7878enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+82
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
+
+ 86
+ He had then a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the pure depths of his being, among the hidden, untouched currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world, modelled by the pain of his life, in which no old shadows fell darkening upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+ He thought for a time of piercing orations starting multitudes and of books wrung from his heart. In the gloom of his misery, his eyesight proclaimed that mankind were bowing to wrong and ridiculous idols. He said that if some all-powerful joker should take them away in the night, and leave only manufac�tured shadows falling upon the bended heads, mankind would go on counting the hollow beads of their progress until the shriveling of the fingers. He was a-blaze with desire to change. He saw himself, a sun-lit figure upon a peak, pointing with true and unchangeable gesture. "There"! And all men could see and no man would falter.
+ Gradually the idea grew upon him that the cattle which cluttered the earth, would, in their ignorance and calm faith in the next day, blunder stolidly on and he would be beating his fists against the brass of accepted things. A remarkable facility for abuse came to him then and in supreme disgust and rage, he railed. To him there was something terrible and awesome in these words spoken from his heart to his heart. He was very tragic.
+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+91
+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
+
+
+
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+2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
+ 6he had gone down to his mother's room and
+ had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm goin' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother
+ had replied. She had^ covered her head with the
+ quilt and there was an end to the matter
+ for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone
+ over to a considerable town that was near his
+ mother's farm and had enlisted in aone thof the
+ companies that were forming there. When he
+ hadhad returned home, his mother was milking the
+ brindle cow. Four others stood patiently waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had^ said. to her, diffidently.
+ "The Lord's will be done, Henry," she had replied
+ and had continued to milk the brindle cow.
+ When he had stood in the door with his
+ soldier clothes on his back and a light of
+ excitement and expectation in his eyes, he had
+ seen two tears leave their burning trails on
+ his mother's rough cheeks. Still she had
+ disappointed by him by saying nothing
+ about returning with his shield or on it.
+ To the contrary. She had doggedly peeled potatoes
+ and addressed him as follows: "You watch
+ out, Henry, in this here fightin' business--
+ you watch out. an' take good keer a' yerself.
+ I've knit yeh eight pairs of socks an' I've
+ put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want
+ my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'table as
+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+6464yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+7676some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+7878enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+82
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
+
+ 86
+ He had then a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the pure depths of his being, among the hidden, untouched currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world, modelled by the pain of his life, in which no old shadows fell darkening upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+ He thought for a time of piercing orations starting multitudes and of books wrung from his heart. In the gloom of his misery, his eyesight proclaimed that mankind were bowing to wrong and ridiculous idols. He said that if some all-powerful joker should take them away in the night, and leave only manufac�tured shadows falling upon the bended heads, mankind would go on counting the hollow beads of their progress until the shriveling of the fingers. He was a-blaze with desire to change. He saw himself, a sun-lit figure upon a peak, pointing with true and unchangeable gesture. "There"! And all men could see and no man would falter.
+ Gradually the idea grew upon him that the cattle which cluttered the earth, would, in their ignorance and calm faith in the next day, blunder stolidly on and he would be beating his fists against the brass of accepted things. A remarkable facility for abuse came to him then and in supreme disgust and rage, he railed. To him there was something terrible and awesome in these words spoken from his heart to his heart. He was very tragic.
+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+91
+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
+
+
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2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited
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4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
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+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
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7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+
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+
8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_10.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_10.xml
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+
10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_11.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_11.xml
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+
11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_12.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_12.xml
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+
12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+
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+
13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_14.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_14.xml
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+
14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_15.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_15.xml
new file mode 100644
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--- /dev/null
+++ b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_15.xml
@@ -0,0 +1,29 @@
+
15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_22.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_22.xml
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@@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
+
22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_23.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_23.xml
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+
23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_28.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_28.xml
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+
28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+
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@@ -0,0 +1,31 @@
+
29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+
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+
36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+
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diff --git a/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_39.xml b/ec/RBOC-Draft-Fragments-100/tei/null/rboc-d_39.xml
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@@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
+
39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+
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+
40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+
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@@ -0,0 +1,30 @@
+
42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+
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+
4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+
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+
46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+
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+
47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+
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+
48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+
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+
49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+
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+
50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+
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+
51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+
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+
^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+
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+
^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
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+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
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+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+
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+
59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+
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+
60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
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+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
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+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+64
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+
64yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+
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+
66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.
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+
67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+
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+
68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+
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+
69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+
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+
70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+
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+
71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+
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+
72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+
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+
75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+76
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+
76some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+
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+
77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+78
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+
78enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+
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+
79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+
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+
80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+
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+
81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+
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+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+
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+
84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+
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+
85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
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+
90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+
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+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+
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+
^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
+
+
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+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
+
+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
+4
+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
+
+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
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+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
+
+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
+
+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
+
+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
+
+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
+
+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
+
+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
+
+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
+
+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
+
+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
+
+
+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
+
+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+18
+
+ he had know him since boyhood childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+
+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
+
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+
+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
+
+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
+
+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
+
+
+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
+
+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
+
+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
+29
+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+ "That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+ 47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+ 48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+ 49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
+54the ground, started up and said: "Gosh!"all hemlocks.
+ FlemingThe youth turned quick eyes upon the field. He sawdiscerned forms begin
+ to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He again saw the tilted
+ flag, speeding forward.
+ The shells, which had ceased to trouble the mregiment for a time,
+ came swirling again and exploded in the grass or among the
+ leaves of the trees. On the SwardThey looked to be strange
+ war-blossomsflowers bursting into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The lustre hadfaded from their
+ eyes. Their smudged countenances now expreexpressed a profound de-
+ jection. They moved their stiffened bodies slowly and watched
+ in sullen mood the frantic approach .of the enemy. The slaves
+ toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his
+ harsh tasks.
+ FThey fretted and complained each to each. "Oh, say, this is
+ too much of a good thing. Why cant somebody send us supports."
+ "We aint never goin' t'o stand this here second bangin'g. I
+ didn't come here t'o fight th'e hull damn' rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I wish Bill Smithers
+ had trod on my hand insteader me treddin' on his'n."
+ The sore joints of the regiment creaked as it painfully floundered into position to repulse.
+ FlemingThe youth^ stared. Surely, he thought, this impossible thing
+ was not about to happen. He waited as if he expected the
+ enemy to suddenly stop, apologize and retire, bowing. It
+ was all a mistake.
+ But the firing began somewhere on the regimental line
+ and ripped along in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the
+ mild wind near the ground for a moment and then rolled
+ through the granks as through a grate. The clouds were
+ tinged an earth-like yellow in the sun-rays and, in the
+ shadow were a sorry blue. The flag was sometimes eaten and
+ lost in this mass of vapor but usuallymore often it projected, brilliant
+ with resplendensun-touched,resplendent.
+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly 57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
+
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+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+ 72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+50.80
+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+93
+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+98XIIIt was always clear to Flemingthe youth that he was entirely different from other
+ men; that his mind had been cast in a unique mold. Hence laws that
+ might be just to the ordinary spectraman, were, when applied to him, peculiar
+ and galling outrages. Minds, he said, were not made all with one
+ stamp and colored green. He was of no general pattern. It was
+ not right to measure his acts by a world-wide standard. The
+ laws of the wronworld were wrong because through the vain
+ spectacles of their makers, he appeared,^with all men, as of thea common
+ size and of a green color. There was no justice on the
+ earth when justice was meant. Men were too puny and prat-
+ tling to know anything of it. If there was a justice, it must be
+ in the hands of a God.
+ He regarded his sufferings as peculiar andunprecedented.
+ No man had ever achieved such misery. There was a melan-
+ choly grandeur in the isolation of his experiences. He saw that
+ he was a speck raising his minute arms against all possible forces
+ and fates which were swelling down upon him in black tem-
+ pests. He could derive some consolation from viewing the sub
+ sublimity of the odds.
+ As he went on, he began to feel that nature, for her part,
+ would not blame him for his rebellion. He still distinctly felt that
+ he was arrayed against the universe but he began to believebelieved now that
+ there was no malice in the vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ It was merely law, not merciful to the individual; but just, to
+ a system. Nature had provided the creations with various
+ defenses and ways of escape that they might fight or flee,
+ and she had limited dangers in powers of attack and pursuit
+ that the things might resist or fleehide with a strengthsecurity
+ proportionate to their strength and widswisdom. It was
+
+
+
+
+
+ cruel but it was war. Nature fought for her system; individuals fought for liberty to breathe. The animals had the privilege of using their legs and their brains. It was all the same old philosophy. He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned it out.
+ He now said that, if, as he supposed, his life was being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to bow to the approaching death. Nature did not expect submission. On the contrary, it was his business to kick and bite and give blows as a stripling in the hands of a murderer. The law was that he should fight. He would be saved according to the importance of his strength .
+ His egotism made him feel safe, for a time, from the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved these matters, he eagerly applied his findings to the incident of his flight from the battle. It was not a fault, a shameful thing; it was an act obedient to a law. It was--
+ But he was aware that when he had erected a vindicating structure of great principles, it was the calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down about his ears. He immediately antagonized then this devotion to the by-gone; this universal adoration of the past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped because they were the gods of the ashes. He percieved with anger the present state of affairs in it's bearing upon his case. And he resolved to reform it all.
+ He had, presently, a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the untouched depths of his being, among the hidden currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world modelled by the pain of his life, and in which no old shadows fell blighting upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
+
+
+
+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
+
+98-104 XII
+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
+
+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
+
+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
+
+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
+
+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
+
+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an 159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+Private Fleming.
+His various b
+Fleming discovered the next mornin
+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easilyVI
+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came98 XIII
+XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
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+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
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+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
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+His various b
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+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
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+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
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+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easily
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+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came
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+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
+
+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
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+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
+
+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
+
+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
+
+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
+
+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
+
+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
+
+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
+
+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
+
+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
+
+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
+
+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
+
+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
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+
+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
+
+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
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+
+ he had know him since boyhood childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+
+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
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+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
+
+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
+
+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
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+
+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
+
+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
+
+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
+29
+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+ "That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+ 47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+ 48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+ 49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
+54the ground, started up and said: "Gosh!"all hemlocks.
+ FlemingThe youth turned quick eyes upon the field. He sawdiscerned forms begin
+ to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He again saw the tilted
+ flag, speeding forward.
+ The shells, which had ceased to trouble the mregiment for a time,
+ came swirling again and exploded in the grass or among the
+ leaves of the trees. On the SwardThey looked to be strange
+ war-blossomsflowers bursting into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The lustre hadfaded from their
+ eyes. Their smudged countenances now expreexpressed a profound de-
+ jection. They moved their stiffened bodies slowly and watched
+ in sullen mood the frantic approach .of the enemy. The slaves
+ toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his
+ harsh tasks.
+ FThey fretted and complained each to each. "Oh, say, this is
+ too much of a good thing. Why cant somebody send us supports."
+ "We aint never goin' t'o stand this here second bangin'g. I
+ didn't come here t'o fight th'e hull damn' rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I wish Bill Smithers
+ had trod on my hand insteader me treddin' on his'n."
+ The sore joints of the regiment creaked as it painfully floundered into position to repulse.
+ FlemingThe youth^ stared. Surely, he thought, this impossible thing
+ was not about to happen. He waited as if he expected the
+ enemy to suddenly stop, apologize and retire, bowing. It
+ was all a mistake.
+ But the firing began somewhere on the regimental line
+ and ripped along in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the
+ mild wind near the ground for a moment and then rolled
+ through the granks as through a grate. The clouds were
+ tinged an earth-like yellow in the sun-rays and, in the
+ shadow were a sorry blue. The flag was sometimes eaten and
+ lost in this mass of vapor but usuallymore often it projected, brilliant
+ with resplendensun-touched,resplendent.
+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly 57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
+
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+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+ 72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+50.80
+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+93
+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+98XIIIt was always clear to Flemingthe youth that he was entirely different from other
+ men; that his mind had been cast in a unique mold. Hence laws that
+ might be just to the ordinary spectraman, were, when applied to him, peculiar
+ and galling outrages. Minds, he said, were not made all with one
+ stamp and colored green. He was of no general pattern. It was
+ not right to measure his acts by a world-wide standard. The
+ laws of the wronworld were wrong because through the vain
+ spectacles of their makers, he appeared,^with all men, as of thea common
+ size and of a green color. There was no justice on the
+ earth when justice was meant. Men were too puny and prat-
+ tling to know anything of it. If there was a justice, it must be
+ in the hands of a God.
+ He regarded his sufferings as peculiar andunprecedented.
+ No man had ever achieved such misery. There was a melan-
+ choly grandeur in the isolation of his experiences. He saw that
+ he was a speck raising his minute arms against all possible forces
+ and fates which were swelling down upon him in black tem-
+ pests. He could derive some consolation from viewing the sub
+ sublimity of the odds.
+ As he went on, he began to feel that nature, for her part,
+ would not blame him for his rebellion. He still distinctly felt that
+ he was arrayed against the universe but he began to believebelieved now that
+ there was no malice in the vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ It was merely law, not merciful to the individual; but just, to
+ a system. Nature had provided the creations with various
+ defenses and ways of escape that they might fight or flee,
+ and she had limited dangers in powers of attack and pursuit
+ that the things might resist or fleehide with a strengthsecurity
+ proportionate to their strength and widswisdom. It was
+
+
+
+
+
+ cruel but it was war. Nature fought for her system; individuals fought for liberty to breathe. The animals had the privilege of using their legs and their brains. It was all the same old philosophy. He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned it out.
+ He now said that, if, as he supposed, his life was being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to bow to the approaching death. Nature did not expect submission. On the contrary, it was his business to kick and bite and give blows as a stripling in the hands of a murderer. The law was that he should fight. He would be saved according to the importance of his strength .
+ His egotism made him feel safe, for a time, from the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved these matters, he eagerly applied his findings to the incident of his flight from the battle. It was not a fault, a shameful thing; it was an act obedient to a law. It was--
+ But he was aware that when he had erected a vindicating structure of great principles, it was the calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down about his ears. He immediately antagonized then this devotion to the by-gone; this universal adoration of the past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped because they were the gods of the ashes. He percieved with anger the present state of affairs in it's bearing upon his case. And he resolved to reform it all.
+ He had, presently, a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the untouched depths of his being, among the hidden currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world modelled by the pain of his life, and in which no old shadows fell blighting upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
+
+
+
+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
+
+98-104 XII
+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
+
+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
+
+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
+
+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
+
+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
+
+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an 159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+Private Fleming.
+His various b
+Fleming discovered the next mornin
+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easilyVI
+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came98 XIII
+XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
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+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
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+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
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+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
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+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
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+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
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+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
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+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
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+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
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+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
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+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
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+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
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+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
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+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
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+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
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+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
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+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
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+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
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+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
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+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
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+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
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+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
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+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
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+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
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+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
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+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
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+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
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+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
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+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
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+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+
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+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+
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+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+
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+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+
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+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+
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+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+
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+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+
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+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+
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+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+
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+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+
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+"That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+
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+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+
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+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+
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+47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+
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+48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+
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+49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+
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+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+
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+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
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+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
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+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
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+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+
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+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly
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+57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+
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+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
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+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+
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+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+
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+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
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+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
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+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
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+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
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+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+
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+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
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+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+
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+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+
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+72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+
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+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+
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+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+
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+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm
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+76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+
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+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+
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+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+
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+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+
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+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
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+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+
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+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+
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+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
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+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85
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+/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+
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+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+
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+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
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+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+
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+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+
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+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+
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+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
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+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
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+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+
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+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
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+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+
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+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
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+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+
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+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+
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+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+
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+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
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+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+
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+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+
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+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+
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+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115
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+made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+
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+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+
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+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
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+^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
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+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+
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+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+
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+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+
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+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+
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+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
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+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
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+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+
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+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
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+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
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+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
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+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+
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+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+
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+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
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+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
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+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+
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+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
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+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+
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+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+
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+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
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+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
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+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
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+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
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+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
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+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
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+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
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+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+
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+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
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+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
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+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+
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+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+
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+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
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+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
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+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+
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+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
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+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
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+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an
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+159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+
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+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+
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+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
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+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
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+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+
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+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+
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+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+
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+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+
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+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
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+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
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+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
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+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+
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+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
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+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+
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+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+
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+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+
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+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+
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+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+
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+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+
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+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+
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+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+
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+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
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+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+
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+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+
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+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+
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+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+
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+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+
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+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
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+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
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+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
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+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
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+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
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+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
+
+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
+4
+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
+
+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
+
+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
+
+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
+
+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
+
+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
+
+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
+
+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
+
+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
+
+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
+
+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
+
+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
+
+
+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
+
+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+18
+
+ he had know him since boyhood childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+
+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
+
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+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
+
+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
+
+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
+
+
+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
+
+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
+
+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
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+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+ "That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+ 47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+ 48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+ 49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
+54the ground, started up and said: "Gosh!"all hemlocks.
+ FlemingThe youth turned quick eyes upon the field. He sawdiscerned forms begin
+ to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He again saw the tilted
+ flag, speeding forward.
+ The shells, which had ceased to trouble the mregiment for a time,
+ came swirling again and exploded in the grass or among the
+ leaves of the trees. On the SwardThey looked to be strange
+ war-blossomsflowers bursting into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The lustre hadfaded from their
+ eyes. Their smudged countenances now expreexpressed a profound de-
+ jection. They moved their stiffened bodies slowly and watched
+ in sullen mood the frantic approach .of the enemy. The slaves
+ toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his
+ harsh tasks.
+ FThey fretted and complained each to each. "Oh, say, this is
+ too much of a good thing. Why cant somebody send us supports."
+ "We aint never goin' t'o stand this here second bangin'g. I
+ didn't come here t'o fight th'e hull damn' rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I wish Bill Smithers
+ had trod on my hand insteader me treddin' on his'n."
+ The sore joints of the regiment creaked as it painfully floundered into position to repulse.
+ FlemingThe youth^ stared. Surely, he thought, this impossible thing
+ was not about to happen. He waited as if he expected the
+ enemy to suddenly stop, apologize and retire, bowing. It
+ was all a mistake.
+ But the firing began somewhere on the regimental line
+ and ripped along in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the
+ mild wind near the ground for a moment and then rolled
+ through the granks as through a grate. The clouds were
+ tinged an earth-like yellow in the sun-rays and, in the
+ shadow were a sorry blue. The flag was sometimes eaten and
+ lost in this mass of vapor but usuallymore often it projected, brilliant
+ with resplendensun-touched,resplendent.
+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly 57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
+
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+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+ 72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+50.80
+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+93
+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+98XIIIt was always clear to Flemingthe youth that he was entirely different from other
+ men; that his mind had been cast in a unique mold. Hence laws that
+ might be just to the ordinary spectraman, were, when applied to him, peculiar
+ and galling outrages. Minds, he said, were not made all with one
+ stamp and colored green. He was of no general pattern. It was
+ not right to measure his acts by a world-wide standard. The
+ laws of the wronworld were wrong because through the vain
+ spectacles of their makers, he appeared,^with all men, as of thea common
+ size and of a green color. There was no justice on the
+ earth when justice was meant. Men were too puny and prat-
+ tling to know anything of it. If there was a justice, it must be
+ in the hands of a God.
+ He regarded his sufferings as peculiar andunprecedented.
+ No man had ever achieved such misery. There was a melan-
+ choly grandeur in the isolation of his experiences. He saw that
+ he was a speck raising his minute arms against all possible forces
+ and fates which were swelling down upon him in black tem-
+ pests. He could derive some consolation from viewing the sub
+ sublimity of the odds.
+ As he went on, he began to feel that nature, for her part,
+ would not blame him for his rebellion. He still distinctly felt that
+ he was arrayed against the universe but he began to believebelieved now that
+ there was no malice in the vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ It was merely law, not merciful to the individual; but just, to
+ a system. Nature had provided the creations with various
+ defenses and ways of escape that they might fight or flee,
+ and she had limited dangers in powers of attack and pursuit
+ that the things might resist or fleehide with a strengthsecurity
+ proportionate to their strength and widswisdom. It was
+
+
+
+
+
+ cruel but it was war. Nature fought for her system; individuals fought for liberty to breathe. The animals had the privilege of using their legs and their brains. It was all the same old philosophy. He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned it out.
+ He now said that, if, as he supposed, his life was being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to bow to the approaching death. Nature did not expect submission. On the contrary, it was his business to kick and bite and give blows as a stripling in the hands of a murderer. The law was that he should fight. He would be saved according to the importance of his strength .
+ His egotism made him feel safe, for a time, from the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved these matters, he eagerly applied his findings to the incident of his flight from the battle. It was not a fault, a shameful thing; it was an act obedient to a law. It was--
+ But he was aware that when he had erected a vindicating structure of great principles, it was the calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down about his ears. He immediately antagonized then this devotion to the by-gone; this universal adoration of the past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped because they were the gods of the ashes. He percieved with anger the present state of affairs in it's bearing upon his case. And he resolved to reform it all.
+ He had, presently, a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the untouched depths of his being, among the hidden currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world modelled by the pain of his life, and in which no old shadows fell blighting upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
+
+
+
+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
+
+98-104 XII
+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
+
+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
+
+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
+
+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
+
+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
+
+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an 159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+Private Fleming.
+His various b
+Fleming discovered the next mornin
+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easilyVI
+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came98 XIII
+XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
+
+
+
+3
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101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
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+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
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+Private Fleming.
+His various b
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XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+
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149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
+
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+Fleming discovered the next mornin
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+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easily
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+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came
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+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
+
+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
+4
+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
+
+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
+
+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
+
+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
+
+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
+
+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
+
+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
+
+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
+
+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
+
+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
+
+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
+
+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
+
+
+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
+
+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+18
+
+ he had know him since boyhood childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+
+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
+
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+
+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
+
+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
+
+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
+
+
+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
+
+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
+
+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
+29
+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+ "That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+ 47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+ 48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+ 49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
+54the ground, started up and said: "Gosh!"all hemlocks.
+ FlemingThe youth turned quick eyes upon the field. He sawdiscerned forms begin
+ to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He again saw the tilted
+ flag, speeding forward.
+ The shells, which had ceased to trouble the mregiment for a time,
+ came swirling again and exploded in the grass or among the
+ leaves of the trees. On the SwardThey looked to be strange
+ war-blossomsflowers bursting into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The lustre hadfaded from their
+ eyes. Their smudged countenances now expreexpressed a profound de-
+ jection. They moved their stiffened bodies slowly and watched
+ in sullen mood the frantic approach .of the enemy. The slaves
+ toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his
+ harsh tasks.
+ FThey fretted and complained each to each. "Oh, say, this is
+ too much of a good thing. Why cant somebody send us supports."
+ "We aint never goin' t'o stand this here second bangin'g. I
+ didn't come here t'o fight th'e hull damn' rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I wish Bill Smithers
+ had trod on my hand insteader me treddin' on his'n."
+ The sore joints of the regiment creaked as it painfully floundered into position to repulse.
+ FlemingThe youth^ stared. Surely, he thought, this impossible thing
+ was not about to happen. He waited as if he expected the
+ enemy to suddenly stop, apologize and retire, bowing. It
+ was all a mistake.
+ But the firing began somewhere on the regimental line
+ and ripped along in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the
+ mild wind near the ground for a moment and then rolled
+ through the granks as through a grate. The clouds were
+ tinged an earth-like yellow in the sun-rays and, in the
+ shadow were a sorry blue. The flag was sometimes eaten and
+ lost in this mass of vapor but usuallymore often it projected, brilliant
+ with resplendensun-touched,resplendent.
+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly 57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
+63
+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
+
+ 65
+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+ 72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+50.80
+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+93
+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+98XIIIt was always clear to Flemingthe youth that he was entirely different from other
+ men; that his mind had been cast in a unique mold. Hence laws that
+ might be just to the ordinary spectraman, were, when applied to him, peculiar
+ and galling outrages. Minds, he said, were not made all with one
+ stamp and colored green. He was of no general pattern. It was
+ not right to measure his acts by a world-wide standard. The
+ laws of the wronworld were wrong because through the vain
+ spectacles of their makers, he appeared,^with all men, as of thea common
+ size and of a green color. There was no justice on the
+ earth when justice was meant. Men were too puny and prat-
+ tling to know anything of it. If there was a justice, it must be
+ in the hands of a God.
+ He regarded his sufferings as peculiar andunprecedented.
+ No man had ever achieved such misery. There was a melan-
+ choly grandeur in the isolation of his experiences. He saw that
+ he was a speck raising his minute arms against all possible forces
+ and fates which were swelling down upon him in black tem-
+ pests. He could derive some consolation from viewing the sub
+ sublimity of the odds.
+ As he went on, he began to feel that nature, for her part,
+ would not blame him for his rebellion. He still distinctly felt that
+ he was arrayed against the universe but he began to believebelieved now that
+ there was no malice in the vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ It was merely law, not merciful to the individual; but just, to
+ a system. Nature had provided the creations with various
+ defenses and ways of escape that they might fight or flee,
+ and she had limited dangers in powers of attack and pursuit
+ that the things might resist or fleehide with a strengthsecurity
+ proportionate to their strength and widswisdom. It was
+
+
+
+
+
+ cruel but it was war. Nature fought for her system; individuals fought for liberty to breathe. The animals had the privilege of using their legs and their brains. It was all the same old philosophy. He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned it out.
+ He now said that, if, as he supposed, his life was being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to bow to the approaching death. Nature did not expect submission. On the contrary, it was his business to kick and bite and give blows as a stripling in the hands of a murderer. The law was that he should fight. He would be saved according to the importance of his strength .
+ His egotism made him feel safe, for a time, from the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved these matters, he eagerly applied his findings to the incident of his flight from the battle. It was not a fault, a shameful thing; it was an act obedient to a law. It was--
+ But he was aware that when he had erected a vindicating structure of great principles, it was the calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down about his ears. He immediately antagonized then this devotion to the by-gone; this universal adoration of the past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped because they were the gods of the ashes. He percieved with anger the present state of affairs in it's bearing upon his case. And he resolved to reform it all.
+ He had, presently, a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the untouched depths of his being, among the hidden currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world modelled by the pain of his life, and in which no old shadows fell blighting upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
+
+
+
+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
+
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+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
+
+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
+
+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
+
+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
+
+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
+
+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an 159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+Private Fleming.
+His various b
+Fleming discovered the next mornin
+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easilyVI
+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came98 XIII
+XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
+
+
+
+3
+
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The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+
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2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
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+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
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+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
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+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
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+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
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+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
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+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
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+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
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+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
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+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
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+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
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+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
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+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
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+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
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+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
+
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+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
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+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
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+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
+
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+21
+
+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
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+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
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+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
+
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+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
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+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
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+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+
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.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
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+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
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+29
+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+
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30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+
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31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+
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32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+
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33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+
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34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+
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+
35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+
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36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+
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37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+
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+
38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+
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+
39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+
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+
"That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+
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41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+
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46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+
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47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+
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48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+
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49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+
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50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+
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+
51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
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+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+
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532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
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+54
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+
55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+
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56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly
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57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+
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58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
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+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+
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60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+
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62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+63
+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
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+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
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+ 65
+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
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+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
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+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+
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69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
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+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+
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71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+
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72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+
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+
73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+
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+
IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+
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75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm
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76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+
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77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+
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78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+
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79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+
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+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+
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+
81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+
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+
82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+
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83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
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+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85
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/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+
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+
90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+
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+
91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
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+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
+
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93
+
+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+
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94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+
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+
95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+
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+
96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
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+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+
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+
98-104 XII
+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
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+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+
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+
Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
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+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+
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+
It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+
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+
109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+
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+
110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
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+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+
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+
112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+
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+
113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+
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+
114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115
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+
made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+
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116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+
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117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118
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+
^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
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+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+
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120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+
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122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+
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1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+
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124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
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+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
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+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+
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128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
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+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
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+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
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+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+
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132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+
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+
133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
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+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
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+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+
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In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
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+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+
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138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+
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139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
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+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
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+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
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+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+
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^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
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+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
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+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
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+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+
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+
148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+
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149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+
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150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+
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XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+
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split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
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+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
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+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+
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155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
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+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
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+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an
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159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+
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+
160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+
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+
1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
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+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
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+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+
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165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+
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167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+
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168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+
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+
1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
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+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
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+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
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+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+
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+
173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
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+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+
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175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+
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+
176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+
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177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+
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+
178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+
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+
179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+
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180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+
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181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+
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182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
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+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+
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+
184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+
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185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+
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186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+
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187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+
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188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
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+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+
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189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+
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191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
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+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
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+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+2.come aroun' in behint 'em".
+To his attentive audience, he drew a loud and elabor-
+ate plan of a very successful brilliant campaign.
+When he had finished, the blue-clothed men scattered
+into small, arguing groups in the little lane between
+the rows of squat, brown huts. Here and threre was
+a steel-glitter. Smoke drifted lazily from bar-
+rel-chimneys.
+"It's a lie—that's all it is. A thunderin' lie,"
+said young Wilson. His smooth face was flushed
+and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's
+pockets. He took the matter as a personal affront.
+"I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move.
+We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last
+two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+Conklin felt called upon to defend the truth of
+a rumor he had introduced. He and f young Wilson
+came near to fighting over it.
+Simpson, a corporal, began to swear. He had
+just put a costly board-floor in his house, he said.
+He had refrained from adding extensively to the
+comfort of his environment during the spring be-
+cause he had felt that the army might move
+start on the march at any moment. Lately,
+however, he had been impressed that they were in
+a sort of eternal camp. So, he and his two mates
+had put in a board-floor! And now the
+army was going to move.!!
+Many of the men engaged in a spirited4other end. A picture from an illustrated weekly
+ was upon the log wall and three rifles were
+ paralleellled on pegs. Some tin dishes lay on a
+ small pile of fire-wood. Equipments were hung
+ on handy projections. The smoke from the fire
+ at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed
+ into the room. A small window shot an ob-
+ lique square of light upon the cluttered floor.
+ So, they were at last going to fight. On
+ the morrow, perhaps, there would be a battle and
+ he would be in it.
+ He could not convince himself of it. It
+ was too strange. He could not believe with assurance
+ that he was at last to mingle in one of those great
+ affairs of the earth.
+ He had dreamed of battles all his life--
+ of vague, bloody conflicts that had thrilled
+ him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he
+ had seen himself in many struggles. But, awake,
+ he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on
+ the pages of the past. He had put them, as
+ things of history,the bygone, with his thought-images of
+ heavy golden crowns and high dreary castles,.
+ There was a portion of the world's history which
+ he had regarded as the time of war, but, that,
+ he had thought, had gone over the horizon
+ and disappeared forever.
+ From his home, his youthful eyes had looked
+ at the war in his own country with distrust.
+
+It must be a sort of a play affair. Greek-like
+struggles could be no more, he had said. Men
+were better. Secular and religious education
+had effaced the throat-grappling instinct.
+He had burned several times to enlist. His
+mother had, however, discouraged him. She had
+affected to look with some contempt upon
+the quality of his patriotism. She could calm-
+ly seat herself and with no trouble at all,
+give him nearly a thousand reasons why he
+was of more importance on the farm than
+on the field of battle. And she had had certain
+ways of expression that told that her state-
+ments on the subject came from a deep convict-
+ion.
+At last, he had rebelled against this
+yellow light thrown upon the color of his
+ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the
+village, his own picturings, had aroused him
+to an uncheckable degree. They were truly
+fighting down there. Almost every day, the
+country vibrated with the noise of a
+great and decisive victory.
+One night as he lay in bed, the wind car-
+ried to him the clangoring of the church-
+bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically
+to tell the twisted news of a battle. The voice
+calling in the night had made him shiver in
+a prolonged ecstacy of excitement. Later
+
+ 6he had gone down to his mother's room and
+ had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm goin' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother
+ had replied. She had^ covered her head with the
+ quilt and there was an end to the matter
+ for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning he had gone
+ over to a considerable town that was near his
+ mother's farm and had enlisted in aone thof the
+ companies that were forming there. When he
+ hadhad returned home, his mother was milking the
+ brindle cow. Four others stood patiently waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had^ said. to her, diffidently.
+ "The Lord's will be done, Henry," she had replied
+ and had continued to milk the brindle cow.
+ When he had stood in the door with his
+ soldier clothes on his back and a light of
+ excitement and expectation in his eyes, he had
+ seen two tears leave their burning trails on
+ his mother's rough cheeks. Still she had
+ disappointed by him by saying nothing
+ about returning with his shield or on it.
+ To the contrary. She had doggedly peeled potatoes
+ and addressed him as follows: "You watch
+ out, Henry, in this here fightin' business--
+ you watch out. an' take good keer a' yerself.
+ I've knit yeh eight pairs of socks an' I've
+ put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want
+ my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'table as
+7anybody in the army. Whenever, they git holes in
+ 'em, I want yeh t' send 'em right-away back
+ t' me, so's thet I kin darn 'em. An' allus be
+ keerful, Henry, an' choose yer comp'ny. There's
+ lots of bad men in th' army. Th' army makes
+ 'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th'
+ job of leadin' off a young fellah like you, as
+ aint never been away from home much an'
+ has allus had a mother; an' learnin' him t'
+ drink an' swear. I don't want yeh t' ever do
+ anything, Henry, that yeh would be ashamed
+ t' let me know about an' if yeh keep right
+ t' that, I guess yeh'll come out pretty straight.
+ Young fellers in th' army git mighty keer-
+ less in th'armytheir ways, bein' away from home,
+ an' I'm afeard for yeh 'bout that Henry.
+ Yeh mus' remember yer father, chil', an'
+ remember he never drunk a drop a' lick
+ er in his life nor never^ swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry,
+ exceptin' that yeh mustn't never do no shirk-
+ in', Henry, on my account. If so be a time
+ comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a
+ mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any-
+ thin' excepts what's right, b'cause there's
+ many a woman has t' bear up 'ginst sech
+ things these times. Don't ferget t' send yer
+ socks t' me th' minute they git holes in 'em,
+ an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take
+8along with yeh, Henry. I don't expect yeh'll
+ be a-settin' readin' it^ all day long, child,
+ ner nothin' like that. Many times, yeh'll
+ fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there's
+ many times, Henry, yeh'll be wantin' advice,
+ Henry, an' all like that, an' there'll be
+ nobody 'round, perhaps, t' show yeh. Then
+ if yeh take it out, yeh'Il find wisdom t' set
+ yeh straight with little searchin', Henry.
+ Don't fergit about th' socks, an' I've put
+ some blackberry jam with yer things
+ 'cause I know yeh like it above all.
+ things. Good-bye, Henry, an' be a
+ good boy."
+ He had born this speech with impatience.
+ It was not quite what he had^ expected and it
+ had made him feel sheepish. He had felt
+ glad that no one of his friends had been
+ there to listen to it.
+ From his home, he had gone to the sem-
+ inary to bid adieu to many old schoolmates.
+ There, a certain light-haired girl ma had made
+ vivacious efforts to poke fun at his martial spirit.
+ But there was another girl who, he had thought,
+ had become ve demure and sad at sight of
+ his blue and brass. As he had walked down the
+ aisle between the rows of oaks on the lawn, he
+ had discovered her watching his departure
+ from a window. As he had turned and
+10The only foes he had seen were the pickets on the
+ river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical
+ lot who sometimes shot thoughtfully at the oppos-
+ ite pickets but usually seemed sorry for it af-
+ terwards. Fleming on guard duty one night had
+ talked across the river w:ith one. He was a
+ slightly ragged man with a fund of sublime
+ assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ Various veterans had told him tales. Some
+ talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were
+ advancing, chewing tobacco cursing relentlessly
+ and chewing tobacco with unspeakable valor;
+ tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were
+ sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke
+ of tattered and eternally hungry men who fired
+ despondent rifles. From their stories, onecouldFleming
+ imagined the red bones sticking out through the
+ slits in the faded uniforms. Still, he could not
+ put faith a whole faith in tales, for re-
+ cruits were the veteran's prey. They talked much
+ of smoke, fire and blood but he could not
+ tell how much might be lies.
+ However, he percieved that it did not greatly
+ matter what kind of soldiers he was going to
+ fight. There was a more serious problem. He
+ lay in his bunk debating the question. He
+ tried to solve it mathematically. He was en-
+ deavoring to decide wether he would run
+ from a fight or not.
+ It had suddenly come to his mind that
+ perhaps in a battle he might run. He was
+11forced to admit that as far as war was con-
+ cerned he knew nothing of himself. Before this,^
+ he had never been obliged to grapple too seriously
+ with the question. He had taken certain
+ things for granted, even as in thoughts about
+ his life, he had never had^ doubts of the ultimate
+ success of it and had bothered little about
+ means and roads.
+ But he was now suddenly confronted. As
+ his imagination went forward to a fight, he
+ saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the
+ lurking menaces of the future and failed in
+ an effort to see himself standing stoutly
+ in the midst of them. He recalled his sha
+ visions of broken-bladed glory but in the sha-
+ dow of the impending tumult, he suspected
+ them. to be impossibleimpossible pictures.
+ He sprang from his bunk and began to
+ pace nervously up and down the floor. "Good
+ Gawd, what's the matter with me," he cried to
+ himself.
+ He felt that his laws of life were
+ useless. Whatever he had learned of him-
+ self was now of no consequence. He was
+ an unknown quantity. He would again be ob-
+ liged to experiment, as he had in early youth,
+ and get upon his guard, else those qualities
+ of which he knew nothing might everlastingly
+ disgrace him. "Good Gawd," he repeated.
+ in dismay.
+12After a time! Jim Conklin slid dexterously through
+ the hole. Young Wilson followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said Conklin waving his
+ hand impressively as he entered. "Yeh kin b'lieve
+ me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is
+ t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then
+ pretty soon yeh'Il find out I was right."
+ Young Wilson grumbled stubbornly. "Well,
+ yeh don't know^ everything in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everything in th' world,"
+ replied Conklin sharply. He dumped everythingthe contents
+ fromof his knapsack out upon floor and then
+ began to stow the things skilfully in again.
+ Fleming looked down at the busy figure. "Goin'
+ t' be a battle sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course," said Conklin. "Of course! Yeh
+ jest wait 'til t'morrah an' yeh'll see th' bigges'
+ battle ever was. Yeh jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said Fleming.
+ "Oh, yeh'll see figh tin' this time, m' boy, what'ill
+ be reg'lar fightin'," added Conklin with the air of a
+ man who is about to exhibit a battle for the bene-
+ fit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said Wilson from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked Fleming, "like as not this here
+ story will turn out jest like them others did."
+ "Not much it won't," replied Conklin with exasper-
+ ation. "The' cavalry all started this morning, they
+ say. They say there aint hardly no cala cavalry
+ left in camp. Th' reg'ments got orders, too. I seen
+ 'em go t' head-quarters. Besides, they're raisin' blazes all
+ over camp--anybody kin see that."
+13."Shucks," said Wilson.
+ Fleming was silent for a time. At last, he spoke
+ to Conklin. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' regiment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they once
+ git inteh it," said Conklin with a fine use of the third person.
+ "There's been more or less fun made of 'em, 'cause they're
+ new, a' course, an' all that, but they'll fight good enough, I guess."
+ "Think any th' boys'ill run?" persisted Fleming.
+ "Oh, there maya few of 'em run but there's
+ them kind in ev'ry reg'ment, 'specially when they first
+ goes under fire," said Conklin in a tolerant way. "Of
+ course, it might happen that th' hull kit an' boodle might
+ start and run., an', then ag'in, they might
+ stand and fight like fun. Yeh can't tell. Of
+ course, they aint never been under fire yit an' it
+ aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct,
+ but they'll fight like sin after they once better than
+ some if worser than others. That's th' way I figger.
+ Most of th' boys'll fight like sin after-they-onct-
+ git-a-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis
+ on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began Wilson with
+ scorn.
+ Conklin turned wrathfully upon him. They called
+ each other names.
+ Fleming interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think
+ yeh might run yerself, Jim?," he asked. He laughed
+ oOn concluding the sentence, he laughed as if he
+ had meant to aim a joke.
+14Conklin waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly,
+ "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin
+ in some of them scrimmages an' if a hull lot of boys
+ started an' run", why, I s'pose I'd start an' run."
+ But if e'rybody was a-standin' an' afightin, why,
+ then, I'd stand an' fight. By jiminy, I would,. I'll
+ bet on it."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+ These words of Conklin, in a measure, re-
+ assured Fleming.
+15II.Fleming was not at all relieved when he found that
+ Jim Conklin had been the fast-flying messenger of a
+ mistake. The tale had created in him a great con-
+ cern for himself. He now stood confronting the
+ possibilities. and with the new born question in his
+ mind, he was compelled to sink back into his old
+ place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ He kept up ceaseless calculations. They were
+ wondrously unsatisfactory. He could establish noth-
+ ing. He was anxious to prove beyond a doubt
+ that he would not be afraid. He wished to go
+ into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his
+ legs to discover their merits and faults. So he
+ fretted for an opportunity.
+ He was continually measuring himself by his
+ comrades. Conklin, for one, re-assured him. The for-
+ mer's serene unconcern gave him some confidence
+ because he had known him since childhood and
+ from his intimate knowledge, he did not see how
+ Conklin could be capable of anything that was
+ beyond him, Fleming. Still, he thought Conklin
+ might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the
+ other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed
+ to obscurity in peace but in reality made for war.
+ He would have liked to have discovered an-
+ other man who suspected himself. A sympathetic
+ comparison of mental notes would have been a
+ great relief to him. He occasionally tried to fathom
+22sprightly, vigorous, and fiery in his desire for success.
+ He looked into the future with clear proud eye.
+ "You're goin' t' do great things, I s'pose?" said
+ Fleming.
+ Wilson blew a dignified cloud of smoke in-
+ to the air. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked,
+ thoughtfully, "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as
+ well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try t', like thunder."
+ "How d'yeh know yeh won't run when th' time
+ comes," asked Fleming.
+ "'Run',?" said Wilson. "'Run'? Of course not."
+ "Well," continued Fleming, "lots of good 'nough
+ men have thought they was goin' t' do great things
+ 'fore th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, well, that's all true enough," said Wilson
+ with great assurance, "but I'm not goin' t' skedaddle.
+ Th' man that bets on my runnin' will lose his mon-
+ ey that's all." He wagged his head with much self-
+ confidence.
+ "Oh, shucks," said Fleming. "Yeh aint th'
+ bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," replied Wilson, savagely, "An' I
+ didn't say I was th' bravest man in th' world,
+ neither. I said I was going t' do my share
+ of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am,
+ too." He glared angrily at Fleming too
+ for a moment and then arose and
+ strode away with an air of offended
+ pride.
+23Fleming felt alone in space when Wilson
+ the injured Wilson retired. His confidence in
+ the success of the army was as strong as
+ any, but no one , but he, seemed to be wrestling
+ with such a terrific personal problem. The valiant
+ Wilson made him more miserable than before.
+ He went to his tent and stretched out on
+ a blanket. He could hear serene voices. "'I'll
+ bid five." "Make it six." "Seven!" "Seven goes."
+ He saw visions of a thousand-tongued fear
+ that would babble at his back and cause him to
+ flee while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He stared at the red, shivering re-
+ flection of a fire on the white wall of his tent
+ until, exhausted and ill from viewing the pic-
+ tures that thronged upon his mental vision,. He
+ he fell asleep.
+28stupids. The enemy would presently encompass them and
+ swallow the whole cammand. He glared about him as if hunted.
+ He thought that he must break from the ranks and
+ harangue his comrades. They must not all be killed like pigs.
+ And he was sure it would be so. And he was sure it would
+ be so. The general were idiots to send them marching
+ into a regular pen. He would step forth and make
+ a speech. Shrill and passionate words were at his lips.
+ The line broken into moving fragments by the
+ ground went calmly on through fields and woods.
+ Fleming looked at the men nearest him and saw
+ for the most part, expressions of deep interest as if they
+ were investigating something that had fascinated them.
+ Some stepped with an over-valiant air as if they were
+ already plunged into war. Others went as upon thin
+ ice. The greater part of the untested men seemed appeared
+ quiet and absorbed.
+ As he looked, Fleming gripped his out-cry at
+ his throat. He saw that even if they were tottering
+ with fear they would laugh at his oration. They
+ would jeer him and, if practicable, pelt him with
+ missiles. Admitting that he might be wrong, a
+ frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him
+ into a worm.
+ He assumed the demeanor of one who is doomed, a-
+ knows that he is doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities.
+ Presently, the brigade was halted in the cathedral-
+ light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were still
+ popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles.
+29.Each front-rank man in the regiment began erecting a
+ tiny hill in front of him. They used stones, earth and any-
+ thing they thought would turn a bullet. Some built
+ comparatively large ones while others seemed content with
+ little ones. In a short time, there was quite a barricade
+ along the regimental front. Directly, however, they re-
+ cieved orders to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Fleming. He forgot his stewing over
+ the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklin. The
+ latter with calm faith began a ponderous explan-
+ ation. Fleming scoffed at him.
+ When the brigade was aligned in another position,
+ each man's care for his safety caused another barricade
+ to be erected created. They were moved from this one
+ also. They ate their none noon meal behind a third one. They
+ were marched about from place to place with apparent
+ aimlessness.
+ Fleming grew feverishly impatient. He considered
+ that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part of
+ the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. "I
+ can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see
+ what good it does to make us jest wear out'r legs fer
+ nothin'."
+ The philosophical Conklin measured a sandwhich
+ of cracker and pork and engulfed in a nonchalant man-
+ ner. "Oh, I s'pose we must go reconnoiterin' aroun' th'
+ kentry jest t' keep 'em from gittin' too clost, or, t' dev-
+ elope 'em, or somethin'."
+ "Huh," said Wilson.
+36scattered the stragglers right and left.
+ A shell screaming like a storm-banshee went
+ over the heads of huddled heads of the reserves. It
+ landed in the grove and, exploding redly, flung the
+ brown earth. There was a little shower of pine-
+ needles.
+ Bullets began to nip at the trees. The men of
+ the reserved brigade crouched behind their various pro-
+ tections and peered toward the front. Some kept contin-ually dodging and ducking their heads as if assailed by snow-balls.
+ An officiers officer of Fleming's regiment was shot
+ in the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that
+ a nervous laugh went along the rebel line regimental
+ line. The officer's profanity sounded conventional. It
+ relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It was as
+ if he had hit his fingers with a tack-hammer at home.
+ He held the wounded member away from his
+ side so that the blood would not drip upon his clothes.
+ trousers.--, while another bound it awkwardly with a handkerchief.
+ The battle-flag in the distance jerked about wrath-
+ fully. It seemed to be in an struggling to free itself
+ from an agony. The billowing smoke was filled with horiz-
+ ontal flashes.
+ Men, running swiftly, emerged from it. They grew
+ in numbers until it was seen that the whole cammand
+ as fleeing. The flag suddenly sank down as if
+ dying. It's motion was like a gesture of despair.
+ Wild yells came from behind the veil of smoke. A
+ sketch in grey and red dissolved into a mob-like
+ body of men who galloped like wild-horses.
+ The veteran regiments on the right and left
+ of the 304th began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
+39V105 There were moments of waiting. Fleming thought of
+ the village street at home before the arrival of the cir-
+ cus parade. He remembered how he had stood a small
+ thrillful boy., prepared to follow the band or the
+ dingy lady upon the white s.horse. He saw the
+ yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and
+ the sober houses. He remembered an old fellow
+ who used to sit upon a cracker-box in front of
+ the store and fiegn to despise such exhibitions.
+ Some one cried: "Hear they come."
+ There was a rustling and muttering among
+ the men. They displayed a feverish desire to have
+ everythingall their munitions ready to their hands. Cartridge-boxes
+ were adjusted with great care. It was as if seven
+ hundred new bonnets were being stried on. Gun-
+ locks clicked.
+ Jim Conklin, having prepared himself, produced
+ a red handkerchief. He was engaged in knotting
+ it accurately about his throat when the cry was
+ repeated up and down the line: "Here they come!
+ Here they come!"
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ bunch of running men who were giving shrill yells.
+ They came on stooping and swinging their rifles
+ at all angles. A flag, tilted forward, sped
+ near the front.
+ As he caught sight of them, Fleming was
+ suddenly smitten with the chanc thought
+ that perhaps his rifle wasn was not loaded.
+40.A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a
+ stand near the colonel of the 304th. He shook his
+ fist in the latter's face. "xYou've got t' hold 'em back,"
+ he shouted savagely. "You've got t' hold 'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stam-
+ mer. "A-all right, general, we-we'll d-do our b-best(.")
+ The general made a passionate gesture and gal-
+ loped away. The colonel, perchance as a woman
+ releaves her feelings with tears, began to swear
+ sweepingly. Fleming, turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cursing
+ cammander regarding his regiment in a very
+ resentful manner.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was mumbling
+ as if to himself: "Oh, we're in for it now. We're
+ in for it now."
+ The captain of the campany had been pac-
+ ing eXcitedly to and fro in the rear and had har-
+ angued like a school-mistress: "Reserve your fire,
+ boys--don't shoot 'til I tell you--save your fire
+ wait 'til they git close up--don't be damned fools."
+ Perspiration streamed down Fleming's face which
+ was soiled like a crying urchins that of a crying urchin.
+ He frequently with a nervous movement wiped his eyes
+ with his coat sleeve.
+ He got a swift glance at the foe-swarming
+ field in front of him and, instantly, before he was
+ quite ready to begin, before he had announced
+ to himself that he was about to fight, he threw
+ the obedient, well-balanced rifle into position
+ and fired a first, wild shot. Directly, he
+42.Following this came a red rage. He developed the
+ acute exasperation of a pestered cow animal, a well-
+ meaning animal cow worried by dogs. He had a furious feeling
+ against his weapon that could only kill one man at a
+ time. He wished to rush forward and strangle with
+ his hands. He craved a power that would enable
+ him to make a mad, world-sweeping gesture and
+ brush all back. His impotency appeared to him
+ and made his rage into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, as in a
+ sea, he his anger was not directed so much against
+ the men whom he knew were rushing toward him
+ as against the swirling battle-phantoms who were
+ choking him, with stuffing their smoke-robes down
+ his parched at his throat. He fought madly for respite, for
+ air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the
+ deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated anger, rage,
+ mingled with a certain expression of intentness,
+ on all faces. Nearly every man was making a
+ noise with his mouth. The cheers, snarls, im-
+ precations, wailings, made a wild, barbaric song.
+ The man at Fleming's elbow was babbling like an
+ infant. Jim Conklin was swearing in a loud voice.
+ From his lips came a black procession of curious
+ oaths. Suddenly, another broke out in a querelous
+ way like a man who has mislaid his hat: "Well,
+ then, why don't they support us? Why don't they
+ send supports? Do they think--"
+4545A small procession of wounded men was going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was like a flow of
+ blood from the torn body of the regiment.
+ To the right and left were the dark lines of other
+ troops. Far in front, he could see lighter masses protrud-
+ ing in points from the one woods. They were vaguely suggestive
+ of untold thousands.
+ Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line
+ of the horizon. The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheering and
+ clashes. Smokes welled steadily up. Batteries were speaking
+ with thunderous oratorical effort. Here and there, were flags,
+ the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of
+ brilliant color upon the dark troops.
+ Fleming felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems.
+ They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill-side hill side, and
+ to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the
+ right and to the lesser clamors which came from
+ many directions, it occurred to Fleming that they were
+ fighting too, over there and over there and over there.
+ Heretofore he had supposed that the battle was directly
+ under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, Fleming felt a flash of as-
+ tonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun-gleam-
+ ings on the trees and fields. It was surprising
+ that nature had gone tranquilly with her
+ golden processes in the midst of so much devil-
+ ment.
+46VI.Fleming awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a
+ position from which he could regard himself. For moments,
+ he had been scrutinizing hehis person in a dazed way as if he
+ had never seen himself before. Then he picked up his
+ cap from the ground. He wriggled in his jacket to make
+ a more comfortable fit and kneeling down laced his shoe.
+ He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over. He went into an ecstasy of self-satis-
+ faction. He had the most delightful sensations of his life. Stand-
+ ing as if apart from himself, he viewed the late scenes. He
+ percieved that the man who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw him-
+ self even with those ideals which he had considered
+ as being far beyond him. He smiled with deep grati-
+ fication. on his fellows He beamed good-will and ten-
+ derness on his fellows.
+ "Gee, aint it hot, eh?" he said affably to a
+ man who was polishing his face streaming face with
+ his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other grinning sociably. "I
+ never seen sech dumb hotness." He sp sprawled
+ out luxuriously on the ground. "I hope we
+ don't have no more fightin' til -- 'til a week
+ from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches
+ with men whose features only were familar but with
+ whom Fleming now felt the bonds of tied hearts. He
+ helped a cursing comrade to bind up a wound
+ of the shin.
+47^^Of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along the
+ ranks of the new regiment. "Here they come ag'in! Here
+ they come a'gin!"
+ Fleming turned quick eyes on the field. He saw
+ forms begin to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He
+ again saw ^the tilted flags, speeding forward.
+ Too, shells exploded in the grass and among the
+ foliage. They were strange war-blossoms bursting
+ into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The slaves toiling in the tem-
+ ple ^of war felt a sudden rebellion. The lustre had faded
+ from their eyes.of the men. Their smudged countenances
+ expressed a profound dejection. They moved their stiff-
+ ened bodies slowly and watched in sullen mood the
+ frantic approach of the enemy.
+ Some began to fret and complain. "Oh, say, this
+ is too much of a good thing. Why can't somebody send us supports?"
+ "We aint never goin' t' stand this second bangin'.
+ I didn't come here t' fight th' hull damn rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I
+ wish Bill Smither's had trod on my hand insteadaer
+ me treddin' on his'n."
+ Fleming waited gingerly.iIt was as if he expected
+ a cold plunge.
+ The firing began somewhere and ripped along
+ the line in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ madedeveloped great clouds of smoke that tumbled and
+ tossed near the ground for a moment and then
+ rolled away toward the rear going through the
+ ranks as through a grate. The fla
+ The flag was often eaten and lost
+48^in the great clouds that were tinged with an earthlike yel-
+ low in the sun-rays, and changed to a sor-
+ ry blue in the shadows.
+ Fleming's eyes had a look in them that one can
+ see in the orbs of a jaded horse. The muscles of his
+ arms leftfelt numb and bloodless. His hands, too, seemed
+ large and awkward as if he were wearing invisible
+ mittens. And there was a great uncertainty about his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to
+ the firing began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too
+ much of a good thing." "What do they take us fer--why
+ don't they send us supports." "I didn't come here t' fight
+ th' hull damn rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill
+ and the valor of those who were coming. They must be
+ steel machines. Himself, reeling from nervous exhaustion,
+ he could not understand such persistency.
+ He mechanically lifted his rifle and, catching
+ a glimpse of a cantering cluster the thick-spread field,
+ he fired a shot at a canteringly cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to gaze as best he could through the
+ smoke. He caught changing views of the ground
+ covered with men who were all running and yell-
+ ing like pursued imps.
+ To him, it was an onslaught of dragons. He be
+ came like the mean who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited
+ in a sort of a horrified, listening attitude. He
+ seemed to shut his eyes and wait to be gobbled.
+49A man near him who up to this time had been work
+ ing feverishly^at his rifle, suddenly dropped it r and ran with
+ howls. A lad whose face had born an expression of exalted cour
+ age, the majesty of he who dares give his life, was smitten ab
+ ject. He blanched like one who has come to the edge of a cliff
+ at midnight and is suddenly made aware. There was a revel
+ ation. He too threw down his gun and ranfled. There was no
+ shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke.
+ Fleming turned his head, shaken from his trance by this
+ movement as if the regiment was leaving him behind. He
+ saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He yelled then with fright and swung about. For
+ a moment, in the clamor, he was like a proverbial
+ chicken. He lost the direction of safety. Destruction
+ threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear
+ in great leaps. His rifle and cap were gone. His un
+ buttoned coat streamed out.The flap of his cart
+ ridge-box and his bobbed wildly. His canteen
+ swung on a cord out behind him. On his face
+ was a on reflected horror of those things which
+ he imagined.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three
+ times, he fell down and once he knocked his
+ shoulder so heavily against a tree that he went head-
+ long. He felt that death was ever about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder blades.
+ He ran on mingling with others. He saw men
+ vaguely saw men on his right and on his left, and he
+ heard foot-steps behind him. He thought that all
+ the regiment was running. Ominous noises were following.
+50The sound of the footsteps behind him gave him a
+ certain, meagre relief. The first clutchings of the dragons would
+ be uponof the men who were following him. He
+ displayed the zeal of a sprinter in his purpose to keep
+ them in the rear. There was a race.
+ Shells were hurtling over his head. He imagined
+ them to have rows of vindictively-grinning teeth turned
+ toward him as they passed.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement as he
+ passed the battery in the field back of the grove. The
+ artillerymen were going swiftly about their tasks. They
+ were continually bending in coaxing postures over the guns.
+ They seemed to be patting them on the back and en-
+ couraging them with words. The guns stolid and un-
+ daunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were cool save for their
+ eyes which were lifted every chance toward a
+ smoked-wreathed hillock from whence a hostile bat-
+ tery addressed them. Fleming pitied them as he ran.
+ Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! Staying to
+ be eaten up! The face of a youthful rider who was
+ jerking his frantic horse with the abandon of tem-
+ per he might display in a placid barn-yard was
+ impressed deep upon his mind. He knew he looked
+ upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's
+ pestered fellows. He scrambled into some bushes and
+ watched it, sweeping finely, keeping formation in
+ difficult places. The blue of the line was crusted
+ with steel-color and brilliant flags projected.
+ Officers were shouting.
+51 This Sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal
+ mouth of the war-god. What kind of men were they,
+ unhoanyhow? Ab, it was some wondrous breed. Or,
+ else they didn't know--the fools.
+ Some furious order had caused commotion in
+ the batteryartillery. An officer on a bounding horse was
+ making maniacal motions with his arms. The teams
+ from thedashed up from the rear, the guns were
+ whirled about, and the battery wscampered away.
+ The guns with their noses poked slantingly at the
+ ground, grumbled and grunted like stout men un
+ duly hurried.
+ Fleming ran on.
+ Later he came upon a general of division seated
+ upon a horse that pricked it's ears in an interested way
+ at the battle. There was mucha great gleaming of yellow and
+ patent-leather about the saddle and bridle. The quiet
+ man astride looked mouse-colored upon such a
+ splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither.
+ Sometimes, the general was surrounded by horsemaen and at
+ other times he was quite alone. He looked much har
+ assed. He had the appear�ance of a business man whose
+ market is swinging up and down.
+ Fleming went slinking around the spot. He went
+ as near as he dared, trying to over-hear words. Per
+ haps, too, the general, un�able to comprehend chaos,
+ might call upon him for information. And he
+^52could tell him. He knew all about it. Of a surety, the
+force was in a fix and any fool could see that if
+they did not retreat while they had opportunity.--why--
+He felt that he would like to thrash the general.--
+or at leastgoapproach himinand tell him in plain
+words exactly what he thought him to be. It seemed
+criminal to stay calmly in one spot andmaymake no
+effort to stay destruction.
+As he wentnea warily nearer, he heard the
+general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an'
+ see Taylor an' tell him not to be in such a thun
+derin' sweat--tell him t' halt his brigade in the
+edge of th' woods.An' send Tell him t' detach a
+regment--tell him I think th' centre'ill break if
+we--tell him t' hurry up."
+F'lemingA moment later, Fleming saw the
+general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+"No--yes
+"Yes--no--yes." His face was aflame with
+eagerness. "Yes--by Gawd--they've held 'im.!They held 'im!"
+He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+"We'll wallop 'em, now! We'll wallop 'iem now!
+We've got 'em!" Thenhis eyes suddenly he turned
+suddenly upon an aide. "Here,--you,--quicJones,--
+quick,--ride after Tompkins,--see Taylor,--tell him
+t' go in--everlastingly go in--go in like e
+ternal damnation."
+His flurry of excitement made his horse plunge,
+and he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+^53 VII.Fleming cringed as if discovered at a crime. By heav-
+ ens, they had won after all. That embecile line had remain
+ edand become victors. He could hear the cheering.
+ He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the
+ direction of the fight. A vast yellow cloud lay wallow-
+ ing on the tree-tops. From beneath camit came the
+ clatter of musketry. The cheershoarse cheers told of an
+ advance.
+ He turned away, sulky and angry. He felt that
+ he had been wronged.
+ He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+ was approaching. He had done his part in saving himself
+ who was a little piece of the army. He had considered the
+ time, he said, to be one in which it was the duty of ev-
+ ery little piece to rescue itself if possible. Later, the
+ officers could put the little pieces together again and
+ make a battle-front. JIf no little pieces were wise
+ enough to rescuesave themselves from the flurry of
+ death at such a time, why, then, were would the army
+ be? It was all very plain that he had proceeded
+ according to very correct and commendable rules. His
+ actions had been sagacious things. They were full of strategy.
+ He thought of his comrades. They had staid and
+ won. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupid
+ ity of those little pieces had betrayed him. He had
+ been over-turned and crushed by their lack of sense
+ in holding a position that a little thought would
+ have convinced them to be impossible. He, the
+ enlightened, had fled because of his superior know-
+ ledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades.
+
+arms.with re-proachbroughtItreenforcedredive
+ 55
+ arms and turned their face-leaves toward him.
+ He dreaded lest these voices and noisy
+ motions would bring men to look at him.
+ He went far, seeking dark and intricate places.
+ The musketry grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the
+ trees. The in�sects were making rythmical noises. They
+ seemed to be grinding their teeth in unison. A woodpecker
+ stuck his insolent head around the side of a tree. A
+ bird flew on light-hearted wing.
+ Off was the rumble of death. It seemed now that
+ nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance. It was the
+ religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes were
+ compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial and pot-
+ valiant squirrel and it ran with chattering fear.
+ There was the law, he thought. Nature had given him
+ a sign.
+ He wended feeling that nature agreed with him.
+ It reinforced his arguments with proofs
+ that lived where the sun shone.
+ He found himself almost into a swamp once.
+ He was obliged to walk on bog-tufts and watch
+ his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing
+ once to look about him, he saw, out on some black
+ water, a small animal pounce in and
+ emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish. Pres-
+ ently, he was again in the deep thickets. The
+ brushed branches made a noise that drowned
+
+
+ 56
+ the sounds of cannon.
+ He went on, going from obscurity to promises
+ of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high,
+ arching boughs made a chapel. SHe softly pushed the
+ green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle
+ brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken
+ at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was
+ seated with his back against a treecolumn-like tree.
+ The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had
+ been blue but itwas now faded to a melancholy green.
+ The eyes, staring at Fleming, had changed to the
+ dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish.
+ The mouth was opened. It's red had changed to an
+ apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran
+ little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle
+ along the upper lip.
+ Fleming gave a shriek as he confronted the thing.
+ He was for an instant turned to stone before it. He
+ remained staring into the dulled,liquid-looking eyes.
+ Then, he cautiously put one hand behind him and
+ touched a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated step
+ by step with his face still toward the thing. He feared
+ that if he turned his back, the thing might spring
+ up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against him, threatened
+ to pushthrow him over upon it. His unguided feet, too,
+ caught aggravatingly in brambles. And, hewithal, he recieved
+ a subtle suggestion to touch the corpse. As he
+59VIIIThe trees began softly to sing an evening hymn. The
+ bur�nished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck
+ the tree-tops. There was a lull in the noise of insects
+ as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a
+ devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted
+ chorus of the trees.
+ Upon this stillness there suddenly broke a tre-
+ mendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ Fleming paused. He was transfixed by this terrific medley
+ of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. The
+ ripping of musketry was mingled with the breaking
+ crash of the artillery cannon.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved
+ the two armies to be at each other panther-wise. He
+ listened for a time. Then he began to run in the dir-
+ ection of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical
+ thing for him to be running thus toward that which
+ he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said,
+ to himself, in sub�stance, to himself that if the earth
+ and moon were about to clash together, many would
+ plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he was aware that the forest had
+ stopped it's music as if at last becoming capable of
+ hearing the foriegn sounds. The trees hushed and
+ bended forward. Everything seemed to be listening
+ to the crackle and clamo clatter of the infantry fir-
+ ing and the ear-shaking thunder of the artillery.
+ The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+60It occurred to him that the fight he had been in, was,
+ after all, but perfunctory popping^. In the hearing of this present
+ din, he was doubtful if he had seen real warbattle-
+ scenes. Reflecting, he saw a sort of ahumor in the point
+ of view of he and his fellows during that encounter. They
+ had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and
+ had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals
+ might have supposed that they were cutting the letters
+ of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass
+ or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of
+ their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would
+ appear in reports under a curiousmeek and meekimmaterial title.
+ But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle ev-
+ eryone would doubtless run save for lorn hope and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly onon. He wanted to come to the
+ edge of the forest and peer out.
+ As he hurried, there passed through his mind
+ pictures of stupendous struggles. All his accumulations
+ upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The up-
+ roar was as athe voice of an eloquent being describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and held
+ him back. Trees, confronting him stretched out their
+ arms and forbade him to pass. It seemed to him
+ thatHe thought with a fine bitterness that nature
+ could not be quite ready to kill him yet.
+ But he took roundabout ways. Presently he was
+ in a place from which he could see long fringes
+ of smoke where battle-lines lay. The voices of
+ the cannon shook him. He stood for a moment
+ and watched. His Ieyes had an awe-struck ex-
+ pression. His lower jaw hung down.
+
+
+ 61A
+ Presently, he continued his way. The battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible machine to him. It's complexities and powers, it's grim processes fascinated him. He must go close and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to some deserted rifle-pits and clambered over them. Within, the trench was littered with clothes and guns. A newspaper folded up lay in the dirt. A dead soldier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm, and further on there was a group of four or five bodies keeping mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ As he looked, Fleming felt like an invader and he hastened by. He came finally to a road from which he could see, in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops. In the lane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, lamenting and groaning. In the air always, was a mighty swell of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the courageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this place of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One wounded man had a shoeful of blood. He was hopping like a school-boy in a game. He laughed hysterically.
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture
+
+
+ 61B
+ of merriment and agony. As he marched, he sang a bit of doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song of vict'ry"
+ "A pocketful a' bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a-pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the spectre of a soldier, his eyes burning with the power of a stare into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish. "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m' leg is made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, leave me down an' let some one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march of his bearers. "Say, make way there, cant yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was carried past, they made pert remarks to him. When he raged in reply and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers knocked heavily against the spectral soldier who was staring into the unknown.
+6464yeh hit, ol' boy?" he asked in a brotherly way.
+ Fleming was startled by this question although at
+ first it's full import was not born in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Fleming, "I--I--that is--why--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+66waxlikewax-like face toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim Conklin!"
+ Conklin made a little common-place smile. "Hello, Flem,"
+ he said.
+ Fleming swayed on his legs and glared wildly. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ Conklin held out his bloodygory hand. On it was
+ a curious red and black combination of oldnew blood and
+ old blood. "Where yeh been?, Flem,?" he asked. He went
+ continued in a monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh
+ got kellekeeled over. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ Fleming still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim,--oh, Jim"--�
+ "Yeh know," said Conklin, "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An',
+ b'jiminy, I got shot--I got shot."
+ Fleming put forth anxious arms to assist his friend
+ but the latter went firmly on as if propelled.
+ Suddenly, as they went, Conklin seemed to be
+ overcome by a terror. His face turned to a sem-
+ blance of grey paste. He clutched Flemings arm
+ and began to talk to him in a shaking voice.
+ "I'll tell yeh what I'm a'fraid of, Flem--I'll
+ tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of. I'll fall down--an', then,
+ yeh know--them damned artillery wagons--they
+ like as not ull run over me--thats what I'm 'fraid of."
+ Fleming cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take
+ keer of yeh, Jim. I'll take keer of yeh."
+ "Sure yeh will, Flem?" beseeched Conklin.
+ "Yes, yes, I'll take keer of yeh, Jim," protested
+ Fleming. He could not speak be accurately because
+ of the great gulpings in his throat.67Conklin still begged in a lowly way. His eyes rolled.
+He hung babe-like to Fleming. “I was allus a good
+friend of your’n, wasn’t I, Fleming? An’ it aint much
+t’ ask, is it, Flem? Jest t’ drag me outa th’ road.
+I’d do it fur you, wouldn’t I, Flem?” And keep
+Fleming’s anguish reached theaheat where thescorch-
+ing sobs shook his chest, but, suddenly Conklin seemed
+to forget all those fears. He became again the
+grim stalking spectre of a soldier. He went
+stonily forward. Fleming , stridingwished his friend
+to lean upon him but the other always shook his
+head and strangely protested. "No-- no-- leave me be-- leave me be."
+His eyeslook again became was fixed upon
+the unknown. He moved with mysteriosous purpose.
+And all of Fleming's offers he brushed aside. "No--
+no-- leave me be-- leave me be--"
+Fleming had to follow after.
+At lastPresently, the latter heard ^a voice talk-
+ing softly near his shoulder. Turning, he saw that
+it belonged to the tattered man.soldier. "Ye'd better
+tak'im outa th' road, pardner. There's a bat'try com-
+in' helitywhoop an' he'll git run over. He's goner any-
+how in about five minutes-- yeh kin see that. Ye'd
+better tak'im outa th' road.wWhere th' blazes does he
+git his stren'th from?"
+"Lord knows," cried Fleming. He was shaking
+his hands helplessly.
+He ran forward and grasped Conklin by the
+arm. "Jim,--Jim," he coaxed, "come with me."
+68Conklin tried weakly to wrench away. "Huh?" he said
+ vacantly. He stared at Fleming for a moment. At
+ last, he spoke: "Oh, inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He went blindly through the grass. Fleming turning
+ to look at the lashing riders and jouncing guns of the
+ battery was startled from his view by a cry from the
+ tattered soldier.
+ "Great Gawd, he's runnin'!"
+ Looking about swiftly, Fleming saw his friend run-
+ ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a
+ little clump of bushes. His heart almost wrenched it-
+ self from his body at the sight. He made a noise
+ of infinite pain and started in pursuit.
+ There was a grotesque race.
+ When he overtook Conklin he began to beg him
+ with all the words he could find. "Jim--Jim--what
+ are yeh doin'--what makes yeh do this way--youeh'll
+ hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin's
+ face. He protested dully. "No--no--don't tech me-
+ leave me be--leave me be"--
+ Fleming fiiled with wonder at the idea which
+ seemed to absorb his friend., began quaveringly to
+ question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim? What are
+ yeh thinkin' about? What yeh tryin' t' do? Where
+ yeh goin?"
+ Conklin faced about as upon a relentless
+ pursuer. In his eyes, there was an appeal.
+ "Leave me be, won't yeh? Leave me be!"
+69^Fleming started back. "Why, Jim," he said in
+ a dazed way.
+ Conklin turned and lurched dangeroing dangerously, went
+ on. Fleming and the tattered soldier followed, sneak-
+ ing as if whipped, feeling unable to face
+ the stricken man if she should again confront
+ them.
+ TheyAt last they saw him stop as if hehad at
+ last found the spot for which he had been
+ and stand motionless. Hastening up, they sawpercieved
+ upon his face ane expression as if he had at last
+ found the spot for which he had struggled. a His
+ spare figure was erect. The bloody hands were
+ quietly at his hand sides. He was waiting with
+ patience for something whichthat was coming.
+ There were years of silence. The chest of the
+ doomed soldier heaved with a strained motion. Once
+ as he turned his eyes, Fleming saw something in them that
+ made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised
+ his voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim"--
+ His friend openaed his lips and spoke,in a
+ gratingly.and monotonous voice. He shook his head.
+ "Leave me be! Leave me be!"
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened.
+ Then it was shaken by a prolonged ague. He
+ stared into space. It was seen that there was a
+ curious and profound dignity in the firm
+ lines of his awful face.
+70FinallyPresently, he seemed invaded by a creeping ague
+ that gradually enveloped him. For a moment,
+ the tremor of his legs made him dance a sort of a
+ hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat wildly about his
+ head. His tall figure grew ^suddenly to sudden unnatural
+ proportions then it began to swing slowly forward
+ like a falling tree. A last muscular contortion
+ caused the left shoulder to ^first strike the ground.fir
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from
+ the earth. "Gawd," said the tattered soldier.
+ Fleming had watched, spell-bound, these
+ rites of a departing life, this dance of death.
+ His face had been twisted into every form of agony
+ that he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his afeet and gazed at
+ the paste-like face. The mouth was open and
+ the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+ from the body, he could see that the side
+ looked as if it had been chewed by wolves.
+ Fleming turned toward the battle ground. His
+ hands were clenched. and a rage was upon his
+ face. He seemed about to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell"--
+ The fiercered sun was pasted in the sky like
+ a fierce wafer.
+71XIThe tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, w'a'nt
+ he?" he said he finally in a little, awe-struck voice.
+ "A reg'lar jim-dandy, he was."
+ He thoughtfully pushed one of the dead hands with his
+ toe. "I wonder where he got 'is stren'th from. I never
+ seen a man do like that before. It was a curious thing.
+ Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming desired to screech out his grief. He was
+ stabbed. But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of
+ his mouth. He threw himself upon the ground and
+ began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said after a time.
+ He regarded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone,
+ aint, 'e, an' we might as well begin t' look out fer
+ ol' number one. He's all right. Nobody won't bother'
+ 'im. An' I must say I aint enjoyin' any great health
+ m'self these days."
+ Fleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone,
+ looked quickly up. He saw that he saw swinging
+ uncertainly on his legs and that his face had
+ turned a blue shade.
+ "Good Lord," he cried. "You aint goin' t'--not
+ you, too?"
+ The tattered soldier waved his hand. "Nary die,"
+ he said. "All I want is some pea-soup an' a
+ good bed. Some pea-soup," he repeated dreamily.
+72Fleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he
+ came from. I left him over there." He pointed.
+ "An' now I find 'urn here. An' he was a comin' from
+ off yonder, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ "They both turned toward the body as if to
+ ask a question of it.
+ "Well," at length said the tattered man, wearily,
+ "there haint no use in our stayin' here an' astin' im ayanything."
+ They gazed at the corpse for a moment.
+ Fleming murmured something.
+ "He was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt he," said the
+ tattered man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started
+ away. It was still laughing there in the grass.
+ 'I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the
+ tattered man suddenly breaking one of his small silences.
+ Fleming groaned. "Oh, Lord!"
+ The other waved his hand again. "IOh, I'm not
+ goin' t' die yit. There's too much dependin' on me fer
+ me t' die yit. No, sir. Nary die. Ye'd oughta see
+ th' swad of chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ Fleming glancing at his companion could see
+ by the shadow of a smile that he was making fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered man continued
+ to talk. "Besides, if I died I wouldn't die th'
+ way that feller did. I'd jest flop down, I s'pose.
+ I never seen ia feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next
+75Promptly, his old rebellious feelings returned.
+ He thought the powers of fate had combined to
+ heap misfortune upon him. He was a victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, ac-
+ cording to his law that the most powerful should
+ recieve the most blame.
+ War, he said, bitterly to the sky, was a
+ make-shift created because ordinary processes
+ didn't furnish deaths enough. To seduce her vic-
+ tims, nature had to formulate a beautiful ex-
+ cuse. She made glory. This made the men a
+ willing, anxious, in haste, to come and be killed.
+ And, with heavy satirehumor, he thought of how
+ nature must smile when she the men come
+ running. They regarding ardor ardor, war-fire
+ and courage as holy things and did not see
+ that nature had placed them in hearts because
+ virtuous indignation would not last through a
+ black struggle. Men would grow tired of it. They
+ would go home.
+ They must be inspired by something
+ sentiment that would enablethey could call sa-
+ cred and enshrine in their heart, something that
+ would makecause them to regard slaughter as fine
+ and go at it cheerfully.; something that could
+ out shadow all thedestroy all the bindings of loves and places that tie
+ men's hearts. She made glory.
+ From his pinnacle of wisdom, he regarded
+ the armies as large collection of dupes. Nature's
+ dupes, who were killing each other to carry out
+7676some great scheme of life. They were under the
+ impression that they were fighting for principles and
+ honor and homes and various things.
+ Well, to be sure; they were.
+ Nature wias miraculously skilful in concocting
+ excuses, he thought, with a heavy, theatrical contempt. And it wasIt could deck a hideous creature deckedin enticing apparel.
+ When he saw how theyshe had cozened him
+ out of his home, as a women beckons, had cozened
+ him out of his home and hoodwinked him into
+ wielding a rifle, he went into a rage.
+ He turned in tupenny furrfury upon the
+ high, tranquil sky. He would have like to
+ have splashed it with a derisive paint.
+ And he was bitter that among all men,
+ he should be the only one sufficiently wise to
+ understand these things.
+77XIHe became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was
+ growing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still
+ heights of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching.
+ The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-
+ way was now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From
+ the heaving tangle issued exhortations, cammands and im-
+ precations. Fear was sweeping it all along. The biting
+ cracking whips bit, and horses plunged and tugged. The
+ white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions
+ like fat sheep.
+ Fleming felt in a measure comforted by the sight.
+ They were all retreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the fleeing wag-
+ ons. All the roarers and lashers served to help him to
+ magnify the dangers and horrors of anthe engagement
+ that he might try to prove to himself that the thing
+ with which men mightcould charge him, was, in truth,
+ a symetrical act.
+ Presently, the calm head of a column of infantry ap-
+ peared in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding
+ the obstructions gave it the sinuous movement of a
+ long serpent. The men at the head butted mules with
+ their musket-stocks. They prodded teamsters, indifferent
+ to all howls. The men forced their way through parts
+ of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of the
+ column pushed. The wild teamsters swore many strange
+ oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a
+ great importance in them. The men were going for-
+ ward. They were to confront the eager rush of the
+7878enemy. They felt the pride of their onward movement when
+ the whole army seemed trying to dribble down this road.
+ They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
+ This importance made their columnfaces stern and quiet,
+ and the backs of the officers were very rigid.
+ As he looked at them, Fleming knew all of his
+ woe. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as
+ if they had marched with weapons of flame and
+ banners of sunlight. He could never be like them.
+ He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for a
+ proper malediction for the indefinite cause, that
+ thing toupon which men turn the words of final blame.
+ It was responsible for him. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle-ground
+ struck forlorn Fleming as being something moremuch finer than stout
+ stfighting. Heroes he thought, could find excuses in that
+ long, seething liane. They could retire with perfect
+ self-respect and make explanations to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men ^had eaten that cothey could be so
+ bitter to force their ways to chances of death. As he watched
+ his envy grew until he wished to change lives with one of them.
+ He would have like to have used a tremendous force,
+ thrown off himself and became a better. Swift picture
+ of himself apart yet in himself came to him--a blue
+ desperate figure leading lurid charges with one knee
+ forward and a broken blade high -- a blue
+ determined figure standing before a crimson and steel
+ assault getting calmly killed on a high place before
+79everybody. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ He was up-lifted. He felt the quiver of a rapid,
+ war-desire. HeIn his ears, he heard the ring of victory and knew the
+ frenzy of a rapid, successful charge. The music of the
+ trampling feet, the sharp voices, and the clanking
+ arms of the column made him soar on the red wings
+ of war. For aa few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly
+ for the front. Then the difficulties of the thing began
+ to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly
+ on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with
+ his hands. Well, rifles could be had for the picking.
+ Also, it would be miraculous if he found his
+ regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he
+ expected to tread upon somean explosive thing. Doubts
+ and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of them should
+ see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon
+ him. He replied that the intent fighters did not care
+ for what happened rear-woard saving that no hostile
+ bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur, his face
+ would be as hidden as the face of a cowled man.
+ But, then, he said that his tireless fate would,
+ when the strifed lulled for an instant, bring
+ forth a man to ask of him an explantion. And
+ he saw the scrutinizing eyes of his comrades as he
+ would painfully labored through some lies.
+80Eventually, his courage expended itself upon his ob-
+ jections. The debates drained him of the fire.
+ Furthermore, various ailments had begun to cry
+ out. In their presence, he could not persist in re-
+ maining flying high with red wings of war. He
+ tumbled head-long.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thirst.
+ His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he
+ could feel his skin crackle. His feet we Each bone
+ in of his body had an ache in it and seemingly threat-
+ ened to break. His feet were like two sores. His body,
+ too, was calling for food. It was more powerful than
+ a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling
+ in his stomach and when he moved, his head sway-
+ ed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness.
+ Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he
+ had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and
+ made clamor. As he was at last compelled to pay
+ attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was
+ multiplied. He groaned from his heart and staggered
+ off through the fields. He was not like those others,
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0005" >A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ rend="strikethrough ink" hand="#SC" change="dstX" facs="#rboc-d_80-0006" >the battle-ground he said, in despair. He now conceded
+ it to be impossible that he should ever grow to be
+ one of them. Those pictures of glory were piteous things.
+ A desire for news kept him in the vicinity of
+ the battle-ground. He wished to know who was winning.
+ He told himself that in all his troubles he had never
+ lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said in a half apology-
+ ogetic ^manner, he could not but know that a defeat this
+81time might mean many things to him. The blows of
+ the enemy would splinter regiments into fragments.
+ Many men of courage, he thought, would be compelled to
+ desert the colors and scurry like chickens. He would ap-
+ pear as one of them. They would all be sullen brothers
+ in distress and he could then easily believe that he had
+ not run any further or faster than others.
+ He said, as if in excuse, that, previously, the army
+ had shencountered great defeats and in a few months had
+ shaken off all blood and tradition of itthem emerging as bright
+ and valiant as a new one.; thrusting out of sight the
+ very traditions of disaster and appearing with the valor
+ and confidence of unconquered legions. The shrilling
+ voices of the people at home would piped dismally for a
+ time but various generals werewould be compelled
+ to listen toto the ditties.
+ In a defeat there would be a roundabout
+ moral vindication of himself. He thought that it
+ would prove, in a way, that he had fled early be-
+ cause of his superior powers of perception. This he re-
+ garded as a very important thing. Without salve,
+ he could not, he said, wear the sore badge of his
+ dishonor through life. With his heart continually as-
+ suring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it apparent to all men, im-
+ parting the information through his actions.
+ But if the army had gone gloriously on, he
+ would be indeed lost. If the din meant that now
+ his army's flags were tilted forward he was a
+ condemned wretch. He would be compelled be doom him-
+ self to isolation. If the men were advancing, their indif-
+ ferent feet were trampling upon his chances of for a successful
+ life.
+82
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he sud-
+ denly turned upon them and tried to savagely thrust
+ them away. With woe upon his face, he denounced him-
+ self as a villian. He was he said the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the men who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the
+ yelling battle-fiend and as he saw their wetltering corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again, Hhe thought that he wished he was dead. He believed
+ that he envied the corpses. Too, he achieved a species
+ of contempt for some of them as if they had done a
+ ana wrong actionwere guilty for thus becoming lifeless.
+ They might have been killed by lucky chances, he
+ said, before they had had opportunities to flee or
+ before they had been really tested. Yet they would
+ recieve laurels from traditions. He cried out bitterly
+ that their crowns were stolen and their robes of
+ glorious memories were shams. YetHowever, he thought it
+ was a pity that he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him
+ as a means of escape from the consequences of his
+ fall. He considered howerer that it was veryuse-
+ less to think of such a possibility. His education
+ had been that success for that mighty, blue and
+ steelmachine was certain; that it would make
+ victories as a contrivance turns out buttons. He pres-
+ ently discarded all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the true creed of soldiers.
+ As he percieved again that it was not possible for
+ the army to be defeated, he began to bethink him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment
+84 XII.It was always clear to Fleming that he was
+ entirely different from other men, that he had been
+ cast in a unique mold. Also, he regarded his
+ sufferings as peculiar and unprecedented. No man
+ had ever y achieved such misery. There was a
+ melancholy grandeur in the isolation of his exper-
+ iences. He saw that he was a speck raising his
+ tinyminute arms against all possible forces and fates
+ hwhich were swelling down upon him like
+ storms. He could derive some consolation from
+ viewing histhe sublimity of the odds.
+ But, as he went on, he began to feel that, after all,
+ his rebellion, nature perhaps had not concentrated
+ herself against him, or, at least, thathim
+ nature would not blame him for his rebellion.
+ He still distinctly felt that he was arrayed against
+ the universe but he began to believe that there
+ was no malice agitating histhe vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ He w It was merely law.
+ Nature had provided her creations with various
+ defenses and ways to escape that they might fight or
+ flee, and she had limited dangers in powers of at-
+ tack and pursuit, that the things might resist or
+ hide with a security proportionate to their strength
+ and wisdom. It was all the same old philosophy.
+ He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction
+ as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned
+ it all out.
+ He now said, that, if, as he supposed his life was
+85being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to
+ bow to^the inevitable. On the contrary, it was his
+ business to kick and scratch and bite like a
+ child in the hands of a parent. And he would
+ be saved according to the importance of his strength.
+ His egotism made him feel safesecure for a time from
+ the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved those mat-
+ ters, he eagerly applied his lawsfindings to the incident of
+ his own flight from the battle. It was not a
+ fault; it was a law. It was--
+ But he saw that when he had made a vin-
+ dicating structure of great principles, it was the
+ calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down a-
+ bout his ears. He immediately antagonized then this
+ devotion to the by-gone; this universal worshipadoration of the
+ past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he
+ saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the
+ ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped
+ because they were the gods of the ashes.
+ He had a feeling that he was the coming
+ profhet of a scocial reconstuction. Far down in
+ his beings, in the hidden, untouched currents of
+ his soul, there was bornhe saw born a voice.
+ He percieved with bitternesswith anger the
+ present state of hisaffairs in hisit's bearing upon his
+ case.
+ And he resolved to reform it all.
+
+
+ 86
+ He had then a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the pure depths of his being, among the hidden, untouched currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world, modelled by the pain of his life, in which no old shadows fell darkening upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+ He thought for a time of piercing orations starting multitudes and of books wrung from his heart. In the gloom of his misery, his eyesight proclaimed that mankind were bowing to wrong and ridiculous idols. He said that if some all-powerful joker should take them away in the night, and leave only manufac�tured shadows falling upon the bended heads, mankind would go on counting the hollow beads of their progress until the shriveling of the fingers. He was a-blaze with desire to change. He saw himself, a sun-lit figure upon a peak, pointing with true and unchangeable gesture. "There"! And all men could see and no man would falter.
+ Gradually the idea grew upon him that the cattle which cluttered the earth, would, in their ignorance and calm faith in the next day, blunder stolidly on and he would be beating his fists against the brass of accepted things. A remarkable facility for abuse came to him then and in supreme disgust and rage, he railed. To him there was something terrible and awesome in these words spoken from his heart to his heart. He was very tragic.
+90XIIIThe slcolumn that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the
+ roadway was barely out of Fleming's sight before he saw
+ dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and
+ down through the fields. He knew at once that the steel
+ fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were burst
+ ing from their coats and their equipments as from en
+ tangling things. They charged down upon him like ter
+ rified buffalos.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded,
+ and, through the thickets, he could sometimes see^ a dis
+ tant, pink glare. The cannon's' voices of the cannon
+ were clamoring in an interminable chorus.
+ Fleming was horror-stricken. He stared in pain
+ and amazement. He forgot that nature had pointed
+ him out as a victim. He again lost all concern for
+ himself. He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the
+ philosophy of the retreated and rules for the guid
+ ance of the doomed.
+ The fight was lost. The foe was coming
+ storm-wise to flood the army.
+ Within him there was something that bade him
+ cry out. He had the impulse to make a rallying or
+ speech, to sing a battle-hymn, but he could only
+ get his tongue to call out into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. They were
+ leaping and scampering all about him. Their blanched
+ faces shone in the dusk.
+91
+ He turned from one to another as they galloped along.hHis
+ half-coherent questions were lost. He made insane
+ appeals for information.inThe wild eyes seemed not
+ to throw a glance in his direction.
+ Finally, he clutched a man by the arm. They
+ swayed around face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered Fleming, struggling
+ with his balking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ His ^face was livid and his eyes rolled as if he had lost control
+ of them. He was puffing and panting. He still clutched
+ his rifle perhaps ^having forgotten to lelaxrelease his hold up-
+ on it. He tugged frantically and ,Fleming, wasbeing com-
+ pelled to lean forward, was dragged several paces.
+ "Let'go me! Let'go me!"
+ "Why--why--" stuttered Fleming wildly.
+ "Well, then," bawled the man in a lurid
+ rage. He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
+ It crushed upon Fleming's head. The latters fingers
+ The man ran on.
+ Fleming's fingers had turned to paste upon
+ the man's arm. He saw the burning wings of light-
+ ning flash before his eyes. There was a deafening
+ rumble of thunder within his head.
+ Suddenly, his legs seemed to die. He fell
+ writhing to the ground. He tried to get up. In his
+ efforts against thehis pain he was like aa man wrestling
+ with a creature of airwith a phantomthe atmosphere.
+^There was a sinister struggle. Sometimes, he would
+ acachieve a position half-erect, battle with the air for
+ a moment, and then fall again. His face was of a
+ clammy pallor. Deep groans were wrenched from him.
+ At last with a twisting movement he got upon
+ his hands and knees afromand from thence, like a
+ childlearningbabe trying to walk, upon his feet. He went lurch
+ -ing over the grass.
+ And afterward, Fleming fought an intense
+ fight with his body. His dulled senses wished him
+ to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind
+ picturing unknown dangers and mutilations if he
+ fell upon the field. He went forward, Conklin-fash
+ -ion.He thought of secluded spots where he could
+ fall and be unmolested. To reach themone, he strove
+ against the tide of his pain.
+ He put his hand up to his head and timidly
+ touched the wound under his hair. The scratching
+ pain of the contact made him draw a long breath
+ through his clenched teeth. His fingers were dabbled
+ with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolt
+ -ing batteries as the rummingscurrying horses were lashed toward
+ the front. Once a young officer on a be-splashed
+ charger near ran him down. He turned and watched
+ the artilleryman controlling the mass of cannon, men,
+ and horses by excited motions of his gauntleted hand.
+ The guns followed the teams with anda seeming air of
+ beingunwillingness.
+
+
+The cold passed reluctantly from the earth and
+ the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills,
+ resting. As the landscape changed from brown to
+ green the army awakened and began to tremble
+ with eagerness at the noise of rumors. It cast
+ it's eyes upon the roads which were growing
+ from long red th troughs of liquid mud to
+ proper thoroughfares. A river, amber-tinted in
+ the shadow of it's banks, purled at the army's
+ feet and at night when the stream had become
+ of a sorrowful blackness one could see, across,
+ the red eye-like gleam of hostile camp-fires
+ set in the low brows of distant hills.
+ Once, a Jim Conklin certain tall soldier developed virtues and
+ went resolutely to wash a shirt. He came fly-
+ ing back from a brook waving his garment, ban-
+ ner-like. He was swelled with a tale he had
+ heard from a reliable friend who had heard it
+ from a truthful cavalryman who had heard
+ it from his trust-worthy brother, one of the orderlies
+ at division head-quarters. ConklinHe adopted the im-
+ portant air of a herald in red and gold.
+ "We're goin' t' move t'morrah--sure," he said
+2pompously to a group in the company street. "We're goin' 'way up th' river, cut across, an' come around in behint'em."
+ To his attentive audience he drew a loud and elaborate plan of a very brilliant campaign. When he had finished, the blue clothed men scattered into small arguing groups between the rows of squat brown huts. A negro teamster who had been dancing upon a cracker-box with the hilarious encouragement of two-score soldiers, was deserted. He sat mournfully down. Smoke drifted lazily from a multitude of quaint chimneys.
+ "It's a lie--that's all it is. A thunderin' lie," said another private loudly. His smooth face was flushed and his hands were thrust sulkily into his trouser's pockets. He took the matter as an affront to him. "I don't believe th' derned ol' army's ever goin' t' move. We're sot. I've got ready t' move eight times in th' last two weeks an' we aint moved yit."
+ The tall soldier felt called upon to defend the truth of a rumor he himself had introduced. He and the loud one came near to fighting over it.
+ A corporal began to swear before the assemblage. He had just put a costly board floor in his house, he said. During the early spring he had refrained from adding extensively to the comfort of his environment because he had felt that the army might start on the march at any moment.
+
+
+ Of late, however, he had been impressed that they were in a sort of eternal camp.
+ Many of the men engaged in a spirited debate. One out-lined in a peculiarly lucid manner all the plans of the cammanding general. He was opposed by men who advocated that there were other plans of campaign. They clamored at each other, numbers making futile bids for the popular attention. The while, the soldier who had fetched the rumor bustled about with much importance. He was continually assailed by questions.
+ "What's up, Jim?"
+ "Th' army's goin' t' move."
+ "Ah, what yeh talkin' about? How yeh know it is?"
+ "Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. I don't care a hang. I tell yeh what I know an' yeh kin take it er leave it. Suit yerselves. It dont make no difference t' me."
+ There was much food for thought in the manner in which he replied. He came near to convincing them by disdaining to produce proofs. They grew much excited over it.
+ There was a youthful private who listened with eager ears to the words of the tall soldier and to the varied comments of his comrades. After recieving a fill of discussions concerning marches and attacks he went to his hut and crawled through an intricate hole that served it as a door. He wished to be alone with some new thoughts that had lately come to him.
+
+4
+
+ He lay down on a wide bunk that stretched across the end of the room. In the other end, cracker boxes were made to serve as furniture. They were grouped about the fire-place. A picture from an illustrated weekly was upon the log walls and three rifles were paralleled on pegs. Equipments hung on handy projections and some tin dishes lay upon a small pile of fire-wood. A folded tent was serving as a roof. The sun-light, without, beating upon it, made it glow a light yellow shade. A small window shot an oblique square of whiter light upon the cluttered floor. The smoke from the fire at times neglected the clay-chimney and wreathed into the room. And this flimsy chimney of clay and sticks made endless threats to set a-blaze the whole establishment.
+ The youth was in a little trance of astonishment. So they were at last going to fight. On the morrow perhaps there would be a battle and he would be in it. For a time, he was obliged to labor to make himself believe. He could not accept with assurance an omen that he was about to mingle in one of those great affairs of the earth.
+ He had of course dreamed of battles all of his life--of vague and bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweep and fire. In visions, he had seen himself in many struggles. He had imagined peoples secure in the shadow of his eagle-eyed prowess. But awake he had regarded battles as crimson blotches on the pages of the past.
+
+
+ He had put them as things of the bygone with his thought-images of heavy crowns and high castles. There was a portion of the world's history which he had regarded as the time of wars, but, it, he thought, had been long gone over the horizon and had disappeared forever.
+ From his home his youthful eyes had looked upon the war in his own country with distrust. It must be some sort of a play affair. He had long despaired of witnessing a Greek-like struggle. Such would be no more, he had said. Men were better, or, more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or, else, firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had burned several times to enlist. Tales of great movements shook the land. They might not be distinctly Homeric, but there seemed to be much glory in them. He had read of marches, sieges, conflicts, and he had longed to see it all. His busy mind had drawn for him large pictures, extravagant in color, lurid with breathless deeds.
+ But his mother had discouraged him. She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war-ardor and patriotism. She could calmly seat herself and with no apparent difficulty give him many hundreds of reasons why he was of vastly more importance on the farm than on the field of battle. She had, had certain ways of expression that told that her statements on the subject came from a deep conviction. Besides, on her side, was his
+
+
+ belief that her ethicical motive in the argument was impregnable.
+ At last, however, he had made firm rebellion against this yellow light thrown upon the color of his ambitions. The newspapers, the gossip of the village, his own picturings, had aroused him to an uncheckable degree. They were in truth fighting finely down there. Almost every day, the newspapers printed accounts of a decisive victory.
+ One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church-bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle. This voice of the people, rejoicing in the night, had made him shiver in a prolonged ecstasy of excitement. Later, he had gone down to his mother's room and had spoken thus: "Ma, I'm gain' t' enlist."
+ "Henry, don't you be a fool," his mother had replied. She had then covered her face with the quilt. There was an end to the matter for that night.
+ Nevertheless, the next morning, he had gone to a considerable town that was near his mother's farm and had enlisted in a company that was forming there. When he had returned home, his mother was milking the brindle cow. Four others stood waiting.
+ "Ma, I've enlisted," he had said to her diffidently.
+ There was a short silence. "Th' Lord's will be done, Henry," she had finally replied and had then continued to milk the brindle cow.
+
+
+ When he had stood in the door-way with his soldier's clothes on his back and with the light of excitement and expectancy in his eyes almost defeating the glow of regret for the home bonds, he had seen two tears leaving their hot trails on his mother's scarred cheeks.
+ Still, she had disappointed him by saying nothing whatever about returning with his shield or on it. He had privately primed himself for a beautiful scene. He had prepared certain sentences which he thought could be used with touching effect. But her words destroyed his plans. She had doggedly peeled potatoes and addressed him as follows: "You watch out, Henry, an' take good keer of yerself in this here fightin' business--you watch out an' take good keer of yerself. Don't go a-thinkin yeh kin lick th' hull rebel army at th' start, b'cause yeh can't. Yer jest one little feller 'mongst a hull lot 'a others an' yeh've got t' keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. I know how you are, Henry.
+ I've knet yeh eight pair a' socks, Henry, an' I've put in all yer best shirts, b'cause I want my boy t' be jest as warm an' comf'able as anybody in th' army. Whenever they git holes in'em I want yeh t' send'em right-away back t' me, s'os I kin dern'em.
+ An' allus be keerful an' choose yer comp'ny. There's lots 'a bad men in the army, Henry. Th' army makes'em wild an' they like nothin' better than th' job of leadin' off a young fellah
+
+
+ like you--as aint never been away from home much an' has allus had a mother--an' a-learnin' 'im t' drink an' swear. Keep clear 'a them folks, Henry. I don't want yeh t' ever do any thin', Henry, that yeh would be shamed t' let me know about. Jest think as if I was a-watch in' yeh. If yeh keep that in yer mind allus, I guess yeh'll come out about right.
+ Young fellers in th' army git awful keerless in their ways, Henry. They're away f'm home an' they don't have nobody t' look atter'em. I'm 'feard fer yeh 'bout that. Yeh aint never been used t' doin' fer yerself. So yeh must keep writin' t' me how yer clothes are lastin'.
+ Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop 'a licker in his life an' seldom swore a cross oath.
+ I don't know what else t' tell yeh, Henry, exceptin' that yeh must never do no shirkin', child, on my account. If so be a time comes when yeh have t' be kilt or do a mean thing, why, Henry, don't think of any thin' 'cept what's right, b'cause there's many a woman has to bear up 'ginst sech things these times an' th' Lord'll take keer of us all. Don't fergit t' send yer socks t' me th' minute they git holes in'em an' here's a little bible I want yeh t' take along with yeh, Henry. I dont presume yeh'll be a-settin' readin' it all day long, child, nor nothin' like that.
+
+
+ Many a time, yeh'l! fergit yeh got it, I don't doubt. But there'll be many a time, too, Henry, when yeh'll be wantin' advice, boy, an' all like that, an' there'll be nobody round, p'rhaps, t' tell yeh things. Then if yeh take it out, boy, yeh'll find wisdom in it--wisdom in it, Henry--with little or no searchin'. Don't forgit about th' socks an' th' shirts, child, an' I've put a cup of blackberry jam with yer bundle b'cause I know yeh like it above all things. Good-bye, Henry. Watch out an' be a good boy."
+ He had of course been impatient under the ordeal of this speech. It had not been quite what he expected and he had borne it with an air of irritation. He departed feeling vague relief.
+ Still, when he had looked back from the gate, he had seen his mother kneeling among the potato-parings. Her brown face, up-raised, was stained with tears and her spare form was quivering. He bowed his head and went on, feeling suddenly ashamed of his purposes.
+ From his home, he had gone to the seminary to bid adieu to many schoolmates. They had thronged about him with wonder and admiration. He had felt the gulf now between them and had swelled with calm pride. He and some of his fellows who had donned blue were quite over-whelmed with
+
+
+ priveleges for all of one afternoon and it had been a very delicious thing. They had strutted.
+ A certain light-haired girl had made vivacious fun at his martial-spirit but there was another and darker girl whom he had gazed at steadfastly and he thought she grew demure and sad at sight of his blue and brass. As he had walked down the path between the rows of oaks, he had turned his head and detected her at a window watching his departure. As he percieved her, she had immediately begun to stare up through the high tree branches at the sky. He had seen a good deal of flurry and haste as she changed her attitude. He often thought of it.
+ On the way to Washington, his spirit had soared. The regiment was fed and caressed at station after station until the youth had believed that he must be a hero. There was a lavish expenditure of bread and cold meats, coffee, and pickles and cheese. As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty · deeds of arms.
+ After complicated journeyings with many pauses, there had come months of monotonous life in a camp. He had had the belief that real war was a series of death-struggles with small time in between for sleep and meals but since his regiment had come to the field, the army had done little but sit still and try to keep warm.
+
+
+ He was brought then gradually back to his old ideas. Greek-like struggles would be no more. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct or else firm finance held in check the passions.
+ He had grown to regard himself merely as a part of a vast blue demonstration. His province was to look out, as far as he could, for his personal comfort. For recreation, he could twiddle his thumbs and speculate on the thoughts which must agitate the minds of the generals. Also, he was drilled and drilled and reviewed, and drilled and drilled and reviewed.
+ The only foes he had seen were some pickets along the river bank. They were a sun-tanned, philosophical lot who sometimes shot reflectively at the blue pickets. When reproached for this, afterwards, they usually expressed sorrow and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without permission. Fleming on guard duty one night, conversed across the stream with one. He was a slightly ragged man who spat skilfully between his shoes and possessed a great fund of bland and infantile assurance. Fleming liked him personally.
+ "Yank," the other had informed him, "yer a right dum good feller." This sentiment, floating to him upon the still air, had made him temporarily regret war.
+ Various veterans had told Fleming tales. Some talked of grey, be-whiskered hordes who were advancing, with relentless curses and chewing tobacco with unspeakable
+
+
+ valor; tremendous bodies of fierce soldiery who were sweeping along like the Huns. Others spoke of tattered and eternally-hungry men who fired despondent powder. "They'll charge through hell's-fire an' brimstone t' git a holt on a haversack, an' sech stomachs aint a-lastin' long," he was told. From the stories, Fleming imagined the red, live bones sticking out through slits in the faded uniforms.
+ Still he could not put a whole faith in veteran's tales, for recruits were their prey. They talked much of smoke, fire, and blood but he could not tell how much might be lies. They persistently yelled "Fresh fish ," at him and were in no wise to be trusted.
+ However, he percieved now that it did not greatly matter what kind of soldiers he was going to fight, so long as they fought, which fact no one disputed. There was a more serious problem. He lay in his bunk pondering upon it. He tried to mathematically prove to himself that he would not run from a battle.
+ Previously, he had never felt obliged to wrestle too seriously with this question. In his life, he had taken certain things for granted, never challenging his belief in ultimate success and bothering little about means and roads. But here he was confronted with a thing of moment. It had suddenly appeared to him that perhaps in a
+
+
+ battle he might run. He was forced to admit that as far as war was concerned he knew nothing of himself.
+ A sufficent time before, he would have allowed the problem to kick it's heels at the outer portals of his mind but, now, he felt compelled to give serious attention to it.
+ A little panic-fear grew in his mind. As his imagination went forward to a fight, he saw hideous possibilities. He contemplated the lurking menaces of the future and failed in an effort to see himself standing stoutly in the midst of them. He re-called his visions of broken-bladed glory but in the shadow of the impending tumult, he suspected them to be impossible pictures.
+ He sprang from the bunk and began to pace nervously to and fro. "Good Lord, whats th' matter with me," he said aloud.
+ He felt that in this crisis his laws of life were useless. Whatever he had learned of himself was here of no avail. He was an unknown quantity. He saw that he would again be obliged to experiment as he had in early youth. He must accumulate information of himself and, meanwhile, he resolved to remain close upon his guard lest those qualities of which he knew nothing should everlastingly disgrace him. "Good Lord," he repeated in dismay.
+ After a time, the
+
+
+ tall soldier slid dexterously through the hole. The loud private followed. They were wrangling.
+ "That's all right," said the tall soldier as he entered. He waved his hand expressively. "Yeh kin b'lieve me er not--jest as yeh like. All yeh got t' do is t' sit down an' wait as quiet as yeh kin. Then pretty soon yeh'll find out I was right."
+ His comrade grunted stubbornly. For a moment he seemed to be searching for a formidable reply. Finally he said: "Well, yeh don't know every thin' in th' world, do yeh?"
+ "Didn't say I knew everythin' in the world," retorted the other sharply. He began to stow various articles snugly into his knap-sack.
+ The youth, pausing in his nervous walk, looked down at the busy figure. "Coin' t' be a battle, sure, is there, Jim?" he asked.
+ "Of course there is," replied the tall soldier. "Of course there is. You jest wait 'til t'morrah an' you'll sec one of th' bigges' battles ever was. You jest wait."
+ "Thunder," said the youth.
+ "Oh, you'll see fightin' this time, m' boy, what'll be reg'lar out-an'-out fightin'," added the tall soldier with the air of a man who is about to exhibit a battle for the benefit of his friends.
+ "Huh," said the loud one from a corner.
+ "Well," remarked the youth, "like as not this story'll turn out jest like them others did.
+
+
+ "Not much it wont," replied the tall soldier exasperated. "Not much it wont. Didn't th' cavalry all start this mornin'?" He glared about him. No one denied his statement. "Th' cavalry started this mornin'," he continued. "They say there aint hardly any cavalry left in camp. They're goin' t' Richmond or some place while we fight all th' Johnnies. It's some dodge like that. Th' reg'ment's got orders, too. A feller what seen'em go t' head-quarters told me a little while ago. An' they're raisin' blazes all over camp--anybody kin see that."
+ "Shucks," said the loud one.
+ The youth remained silent for a time. At last he spoke to the tall soldier. "Jim!"
+ "What?"
+ "How d' yeh think th' reg'ment'll do?"
+ "Oh, they'll fight all right, I guess, after they onct git inteh it," said the other with cold judgment. He made a fine use of the third person. "There's been heaps 'a fun poked at'em b'cause they're new, 'a course, an' all that, but they'll fight all right, I guess."
+ "Think any 'a th' boys'll run?" persisted the youth.
+ "Oh, there may a few of'em run but there's them kind in every reg'ment, 'specially when they first goes under fire," said the other in a tolerant way. "'A course, it might happen that th' hull kit-an'-boodle might start an' run, if some big fightin' come first-off, an' then a'gin, they might stay an' fight like fun. But yeh cant bet on nothin'. A' course they aint never been under fire yit an' it aint likely they'll lick th' hull rebel army all-t'-onct th' first time, but I think they'll fight better than some, if worser
+
+
+ than others. That's th' way I figger. They call th' reg'ment 'Fresh fish', an' everythin', but th' boys come a' good stock an' most 'a 'em'll fight like sin after-they-onct-git-shootin'," he added with a mighty emphasis on the four last words.
+ "Oh, you think you know--" began the loud soldier with scorn.
+ The other turned savagely upon him. They had a rapid altercation, in which they fastened upon each other various strange epithets.
+ The youth at last interrupted them. "Did yeh ever think yeh might run yerself, Jim?" he asked. On concluding the sentence he laughed as if he had meant to aim a joke. The loud soldier also giggled.
+ The tall private waved his hand. "Well," said he profoundly, "I've thought it might git too hot fer Jim Conklin in some 'a them scrimmages an' if a hull lot a' boys started an' run, why, I s'pose I'd start an' run. An' if I onct started t' run, I'd run like th' devil an' no mistake. But if everybody was a-standin' an' a-fightin', why, I'd stand an' fight. B'jiminy, I would. I'll bet on it."
+ "Huh," said the loud one.
+ The youth of this tale felt gratitude for these words of his comrade. He had feared that all of the untried men possessed a great and correct confidence. He now was, in a measure, re-assured.
+
+
+ II
+ The next morning, the youth discovered that his tall comrade had been the fast-flying messenger of a mistake. There was much scoffing at the latter by those who had yesterday been firm adherents of his views, and there was, even, a little sneering by men who had never believed the rumor. The tall one fought with a man from Chatfield Corners and beat him severely.
+ The youth felt however that his problem was in no wise lifted from him. There was, on the contrary, an irritating prolongation. The tale had created in him a great concern for himself. Now, with the new-born question in his mind he was compelled to sink back into his old place as part of a blue demonstration.
+ For days, he made ceaseless calculations, but they were all wondrously unsatisfoctory. He found that he could establish nothing. He finally concluded that the only way to prove himself was to go into the blaze and then figuratively to watch his legs to discover their merits and faults. He reluctantly admitted that he could not sit still and, with a mental slate and pencil, derive an answer. To gain it, he must have blaze, blood and danger, even as a chemist requires this, that and the other. So, he fretted for an opportunity:
+ Meanwhile, he continually tried to measure himself by his comrades. The tall soldier, for one, gave him some assurance. This man's serene unconcern dealt him a measure of confidence for
+
+
+ he had know him since childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+18
+
+ he had know him since boyhood childhood and from his
+ intimate knowledge he did not see how he could be capable of anything that was beyond him, the youth. Still, he thought that his comrade might be mistaken about himself. Or, on the other hand, he might be a man heretofore doomed to peace and obscurity but, in reality, made to shine in war.
+ FlemingThe Youth would have liked to have discovered another who suspected himself. A sympathetic comparison of mental notes would have been a joy to him.
+ He occasionally tried to fathom a comrade with seductive sentences. He looked about to find men in the proper moods. All attempts failed to bring forth any statement which looked, in any way, like a confession to those doubts which he privately acknowledged in himself. He was afraid to make an open declaration of his concern because he dreaded to place some unscrupulous confidant upon the high plane of the unconfessed from which elevation he could be derided.
+ In regard to his companions, his mind wavered between two opinions, according to his mood. Sometimes, he inclined to believing them all heroes. In fact he usually admitted, in secret, the superior developement of the higher qualities in others. He could concieve of men going very insignificantly about the world, bearing a load of courage, unseen and although he had known many of his comrades through boy-hood, he began to fear that his judgment of them had been blind. Then, in other
+
+
+ From off in the darkness, came the trampling of feet. Fleming could occasionally see dark shadows that moved like monsters. The regiment stood at rest for what seemed a long time. The youth grew impatient. It was unendurable, the way these affairs were managed. He wondered how long they were to be kept waiting.
+ As he looked all about him and pondered upon the mystic gloom, he began to believe that at any moment the ominous distance might be a-flare and the rolling crashes of an engagement come to his ears. Staring, once, at the red eyes across the river, he concieved them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons, advancing. He turned toward the colonel and saw him lift his gigantic arm and calmly stroke his moustache.
+ At last, he heard from along the road at the foot of the hill the clatter of a horse's galloping hoofs. It must be the coming of orders. He bended forward scarce breatheing. The exciting clickety-click as it grew louder and louder seemed to be beating upon his soul. Presently, a horseman with jangling equipment, drew rein before the colonel of the regiment. The two held a short, sharp-worded conversation. The men in the foremost ranks craned their necks.
+ As the horseman wheeled his animal and galloped away, he turned to shout over his ·shoulder. "Don't forget that box of cigars." The colonel mumbled in reply. The youth wondered what a box of cigars had to do with war.
+ A moment later the regiment went swinging off into the darkness. It was now like one of those moving monsters wending with many
+
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+
+ feet. The air was heavy and cold with dew. A mass of wet grass, marched upon, rustled like silk.
+ There was an occasional flash and glimmer of steel from the backs of all these huge crawling reptiles. From the road, came creakings and grumblings as some surly guns were dragged away.
+ The men stumbled along still muttering speculations. There was a subdued debate. Once, a man fell down and as he reached for his rifle, a comrade, unseeing, trod upon his hand. He of the injured fingers swore bitterly and aloud. A low, tittering laugh went among his fellows.
+ Presently, they passed into a road-way and marched along with easy strides. A dark regiment moved before them, and, from behind, also, came the tinkle of equipments on the bodies marching men.
+ The rushing yellow of the developing day went on behind their backs. When the sun-rays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rear-ward vanished in a wood. They were like two serpents crawling from the cavern of the night.
+ The river was not in view. The tall soldier burst out in praise of what he thought to be his powers of perception.
+
+
+ Some of the tall one's companions cried with emphasis that they too had evolved the same thing and they congratulated themselves upon it. But there were others who said that the tall one's plan was not the true one at all. They persisted with other theories. There was a vigorous discussion.
+ The youth. took no part in them. As he walked along in careless line, he was engaged with his own eternal debate. He could not hinder himself from dwelling upon it. He was despondent and sullen and threw shifting glances about him. He looked ahead often expecting to hear from the advance the rattle of firing.
+ But the long serpents crawled slowly from hill to hill without bluster of smoke. A dun-colored cloud of dust floated away to the right. The sky over-head was of a fairy blue.
+ The youth studied the faces of his companions, ever on the watch to detect kindred emotions. He suffered disappointment. Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran cammands to move with glee, almost with song, had infected the new regiment. The men began to speak of victory as of a thing they knew. Also, the tall soldier recieved his vindication. They were certainly going to come around in behint the enemy. They expressed commiseration for that part of the army which had been left upon the river-bank felicitating themselves upon being a part of a blasting host.
+
+
+ The youth, considering himself as separated from the others, was saddened by the blithe and merry speeches that went from rank to rank. The company wags all made their best endeavors. The regiment tramped to the tune of laughter.
+ The loud soldier often convulsed whole files by his biting sarcasms aimed at the tall one.
+ And it was not long before all the men seemed to forget their mission. Whole brigades grinned in unison and regiments laughed.
+ A rather fat soldier attempted to pilfer a horse from a door-yard. He planned to load his knapsack upon it. He was escaping with his prize when a young girl rushed from the house and grabbed the animal's mane. There followed, a wrangle.
+ The observant regiment, standing at rest in the road-way, whooped at once and entered whole-souled upon the side of the maiden. The men became so engrossed in this affair that they entirely ceased to remember their own large war. They jeered the piratical private and called attention to various defects in his personal appearance. And they were wildly enthusiastic in support of the young girl.
+ To her from some distance came bold advice. "Hit him with a stick."
+ There were crows and cat-calls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse. The regiment rejoiced at his downfall. Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
+
+
+ At night-fall, the column broke into regimental pieces and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents sprang up like strange plants. Camp-fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
+ The youth kept from intercouse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him. In the evening, he wandered a few paces into the gloom. From this little distance, the many fires with the black forms of men passing to and fro before the crimson rays made weird and satanic effects,
+ He lay down in the grass. The blades pressed tenderly against his cheek. The moon had been lighted and was hung in a tree-top. The liquid stillness of the night, enveloping him, made him feel vast pity for himself. There was a caress in the soft winds. And the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for him in his distress.
+ He wished without reserve that he was at home again, making the endless rounds, from the house to the barn, from the barn to the fields, from the fields to the barn, from the barn to the house. He remembered he had often cursed the brindle-cow and her mates, and had sometimes flung milking-stools. But from his present point of view, there was a halo of happiness about each of their heads and he would have sacrificed all the brass buttons on the continent to have been enabled to return to them. He told himself that he was not formed for a soldier. And he mused seriously upon the radical differences between himself and those men who were dodging, imp-like,
+
+
+ around the fires .
+ As he mused thus, he heard the rustle of grass and, upon turning his head discovered, the loud soldier. He called out. "Oh, Wilson."
+ The latter approached and looked down. "Why, hello, Henry, is it you? What yeh doin' here?"
+ "Oh--thinkin'," said the youth.
+ The other sat down and carefully lighted his pipe. "You're gittin' blue, m' boy. You're lookin' thunderin' peek-ed. What th' dickens is wrong with yeh?"
+ "Oh--nothin'," said the youth.
+ The loud soldier launched then into the subject of the anticipated fight. "Oh, we've got'em now." As he spoke his boyish face was wreathed in a gleeful smile and his voice had an exultant ring. "We've got'em now. At last by th' eternal thunders, we'll lick'em good."
+ "If th' truth was known," he added more soberly, "they've licked us about every clip up t' now, but this time--this time, we'll lick'em good."
+ "I thought yeh was objectin' t' this march a little while ago," said the youth coldly.
+ "Oh, it wasn't that," explained the other. "I don't mind marchin' if there's goin.' t' be fightin at th' end of it. What I hate is this gittin' moved here an' moved there with no good comin' of it, as far as I kin see, exceptin' sore feet an' damn' short rations."
+ "Well, Jim Conklin says we'll git a-plenty of fightin' this time."
+ "He's right fer once, I guess, 'though I can't see how it come. This time we're in for a big battle an' we've got th' best end of it certain-sure. Gee-rod, how we will thump'em."
+
+
+ He arose and began to pace to and fro excitedly. The thrill of his enthusiasm made him walk with an elastic step. He was sprightly, vigorous, fiery in his belief in success. He looked into the future with clear, proud eye. And he swore with the air of an old soldier.
+ The youth watched him for a moment in silence. When he finally spoke, his voice was as bitter as dregs. "Oh, you're gain' t' do great things, I s'pose."
+ The loud soldier blew a thoughtful cloud of smoke from his pipe. "Oh, I don't know," he remarked with dignity. "I don't know. I s'pose I'll do as well as th' rest. I'm goin' t' try like thunder." He evidently complimented himself upon the modesty of this statement.
+ "How d' yeh know yeh won't run when th' time comes?" asked the youth.
+ "Run?" said the loud one. "Run? Of course not." He laughed.
+ "Well," continued the youth, "lots of good-a-'nough men have thought they was gain' t' do great things before th' fight but when th' time come, they skedaddled."
+ "Oh, that's all true, I s'pose;" replied the other, "but I'm not gain' t' skedaddle. Th' man that bets on my runnin', will lose his money, that's all." He nodded confidently.
+ "Oh, shucks," said the youth. "Yeh aint th' bravest man in th' world, are yeh?"
+ "No, I aint," exclaimed the blatant soldier indignantly. "An' I didnt say I was th' bravest man in th' world, neither. I said I was goin' t' do my share of fightin'--that's what I said. An' I am, too. Who are you, anyhow? You talk as if yeh thought yeh was Napolyon Bonypart." He glared at the youth for a moment and then strode away.
+.27The youthFleming called in a savage voice after his
+ comrade. "Well, yeh needn't git mad about it."
+ But the other continued on his way and made
+ no reply.
+ He felt alone in space when his the in-
+ jured Wilson and comrade had disappeared. His failure to
+ discover any mite of resemblace in their points
+ of view view-points made him more miserable than
+ before. No one seemed to be wrestling with
+ such a terrific personal problem. He was a
+ mental out-cast.
+ He went toslowly to his tent and stretched him-
+ self on the a blanket by the side of the
+ snoring Conklintall soldier In the darkness, he saw
+ visions of a thousand-tongued fear that would
+ babble at his back and cause him to flee
+ while others were going coolly about their
+ country's business. He admitted that he would
+ not be able to cope with this monster. He
+ felt that every nerve in his body would be an ear
+ to hear the ap voices., while other men could re-
+ main stolid and deaf.
+ And as he sweated with the pain of these thoughts
+ he could hear low, serene voicessentences. ''I'll bid five." "Make
+ it six." "Seven." "Seven goes.
+ He stared at the red, shivering reflection of a fire on the white
+ wall of his tent until exhausted and ill from
+ the monotony of his suffering he fell asleep.
+
+28IIIWhen another night came, the columns changed to
+ purple streaks, filed across two pontoons pontoon bridges. A glaring
+ fire wine-tinted the waters of the river. Its rays, shining
+ upon the moving masses of troops, brought forth here
+ and there sudden gleams of silver or gold. Upon the
+ other shore, a dark and mysterious range of hills
+ was curved against the sky. The insect-voices of the night
+ sang solomnly.
+ After this crossing, Fleming ^the youth assured himself that
+ at any moment they might be suddenly and fear-
+ fully assaulted from the caves of the lowering
+ woods. He kept his eyes watchfully upon the darkness.
+ I But his regiment went unmolested to a camping-
+ -place and its soldiers selept the brave sleep of wearied
+ men. In the morning they were routed out with
+ early energy and hustled mile after mile along
+ a road a narrow road that led deep into the
+ forest.
+ It was during this rapid march that the regiment
+ lost many of the marks of a new cammand.
+ The men had begun to count the miles up-
+ on their fingers. And they grew tired. "Sore feet an'
+ damned short rations, that's all," said Wilson the loud young soldier. There
+ was perspiration and grumbling. After a time, they
+ began to shed their knapsacks. Some tossed them
+ unconcernedly down; others hid them carefully, as-
+ serting their plans to return for them at some con-
+ venient time. Men extricated themselves from
+
+29
+ thick shirts. Presently, few carried anything but their
+ necessary clotheing, two blankets, haversacks, canteens, and arms
+ and ammunition. "Yeh kin now eat, drink, sleep an' shoot," said the tall soldier to the youth. "That's all yeh need. What d' yeh wanta do--carry a hotel?"
+ There was sudden change from the
+ ponderous infantry of theory to the light and speedy
+ infantry of practise. The regiment, relieved of a
+ burden, recieved a new impetus. But there was
+ a much loss of valuable knapsacks and, on the
+ whole, very good shirts.
+ But the regiments was not yet ^ by any means veteran-like
+ in appearances. Veteran regiments in this army
+ were like tw to be very small aggregations of
+ men. Once, when they ^ cammand had first come to the
+ field, some perambulating veterans, seein noting
+ the length of their column, had accosted them thus:
+ "Hay, fellers, what brigade is that?" And when
+ the men had replied that they formed a regiment
+ and not a brigade, the older soldiers had laughed
+ and said: "Oh, Gawd!"
+ Also, there was too great a similarity in
+ the hats.head gear. - The hats of a regiment should prop-
+ erly represent the history of head-gear for a
+ period of years.
+ And, moreover, there was no letters of faded
+ gold speaking from the colors. They were new
+ and beautiful, and the color-bearer habitually
+ oiled the pole.
+ Presently, Fleminghadthe youth ^ the army again sat down to
+ think. The resinous odor of the peaceful od pines
+ was in the men's nostrils. The sound of monoton-
+ ous axe-blows wasintheairrang through the forest and the in-
+ sects, nodding upon their perches, crooned like
+ sleepy old women. He ^ The youth returned to his theory
+ of a blue demonstration.
+30One grey hdawn, however, he was kicked in the leg
+ by Jim Conklinthe tall soldier and then before he was entirely a-
+ wake, he found himself running down a wood-road in
+ the midst of men who were panting from the first effects of
+ speed. His canteen banged rythmically upon his thigh and
+ his haversack bobbed softly. His musket bounced a
+ trifle from his headshouldershoulder at each stride and made his
+ cap feel uncertain upon his head.
+ He could hear the man whisper jerky sentences.
+ "Say--what's all this-about?" "What th' thunder-
+ we-skeddskedaddlin' this way fer?" "Billie--
+ keep off m' feet. Yeh run--like a cow." And
+ Wilson'sthe loudyoung soldier's^shrill voice could be heard: "What th'
+ devil they in seuch a hurry feor?"
+ FlemingThe youth thought the damp fog of early morn-
+ ing mocved from the rush of a great body of
+ troops. From the distance, came a sudden spat-
+ ter of firing.One l
+ He was bewildered. As he ran with his
+ comrades, he strenuously tried to think but all
+ he knew was that if he fell down, those com-
+ ing behind would tred upon him. All his fa-
+ culties seemed to be needed to guide him over
+ and past obstructions. He felt carried along by
+ a mlob.
+ The sun spread disclosing rays and, one
+ by one, regiments burst into view like armed
+ men just born of the earth. FlemingThe youth percieved that
+ thetime had come. He was about to be measured. For a
+ moment he felt in the face of thehis great trial, like a
+ babe. And the flesh over his heart seemed very thin.
+31He siezed time to look about him calculatingly.
+ But he instantly saw that it would be im
+ possible for him to escape from the regiment. It enclosed him.
+ And there were iron laws of tradition and law on four
+ sides. He was in a sortmoving box.si
+ As he percieved this fact, that it occurred to
+ him that he had never wished to come to the war.
+ He had not enlisted of his free will. He had been
+ dragged by the merciless government. And now they
+ were taking him out to be slaughtered!
+ The regiment slid down a bank and wal-
+ lowed across a little stream. The mournful current
+ moved slowly on and from the water, shaded black,
+ some white bubble-eyes looked at the men.
+ As they climbed the hill on the further side
+ artillery began to boom. Here Flemingthe youth forgot many
+ things as he felt a sudden impulse of curioussity. He
+ scrambled up the bank with a speed that could not
+ be acceded by a blood-thirsty man.
+ He expected a battle-scene.
+ There were some little fields girted and squeezed
+ by a forest. Spread over the grass and in among the
+ tree-trunks, he could see knots and waving lines of skir-
+ mishers who were running hither and thither and firing
+ at the landscape. A dark battle-line lay upon a sun-
+ struck clearing that gleamed orange-color. A flag
+ fluttered.
+ Other regiments floundered up the bank.
+ The brigade was formed in line of battle and
+ , after a pause, started slowly through the woods in
+ the rear of the recedeing skirmishers who were
+ continually melting into the scene to appear again
+32further on. They were always busy as bees, deeply
+ absorbed in their little combats.
+ FlemingThe youthtried to observe everything. He did not use
+ care to avoid trees and branches, and his forgotten feet
+ were knockingconstantly knocking against stones or
+ getting entangled in briars. He was aware that these
+ battalions, with their commotions, were woven strangered
+ and startling into the gentle fabric ofgree
+ softened greens and browns. It looked to bethe
+ a wrong place for a battle-field.
+ The skirmishers in advance fascinated him.
+ Their shots into thickets and at distant and prom-
+ inent trees spoke to him of tragedies, hidden, mys-
+ terious, solomn.
+ Once, the line encountered the body of a
+ dead soldier. He lay upon his back staring at the
+ sky. He was dressed in an awkward suit of yel-
+ lowish brown. FlemingThe youth^ could see that the soles of his
+ shoes had been worn to the thinnest of writing-pap-
+ er and from a great rent in one, the dead foot
+ projected piteously. Fleming felt a flush ofAnd it
+ was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death, it
+ exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life
+ he had perhaps concealed even^ fromconcealed from his friends.
+ The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse.
+ The impregnableinvulnerabledead man forced a way for
+ himself. FlemingThe youthlooked keenly at the ashen face.
+ The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a
+ hand were stroking it. FlemingHevaguely desired to
+ walk around and around the body and stare;
+ the impulse of the living to try to read in dead
+ eyes the answer to the Question.
+33During this march, the ardor which flemingthe youth had acquired
+ when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
+ His curiosity was quite easily satisfied. If an intense scene
+ had caught him with it's wild swing as he came to the
+ top of the bank he might have gone roaring on. This ad-
+ vance upon nature was too calm. He had opportunity
+ to reflect. He had time in which to wonder about him-
+ self and to attempt to probe his sensations.
+ Absurd ideas took hold upon him. He that thought
+ that he did not relish the landscape. It threatened him. A
+ coldness swept over his back and it is true that his
+ trousers felt to him that they were no fit for his legs at all.
+ A house, standing placidly in distant fields
+ had to him an ominous look. The shadows of the
+ woods were formidable. He was certain that in this
+ vista there lurked fierce-eyed hosts. The swift thought
+ came to him that the generals did not know what they
+ were about. It was all a trap. Suddenly those close
+ forests would bristle with rifle-barrels. Iron-like
+ brigades would appear in the rear. They were all go-
+ ing to be sacrificed. The camm generals were stupids. The
+ enemy would presently encompass and swallow the whole
+ cammand. He glared about him, expecting to see the
+ stealthy approach of his death.
+ He thought that he must break from the
+ ranks and harangue his comrades. They must not all
+ to be killed like pigs. And he was sure it would
+ cominge to pass unless some one they were informed
+ of these dangers. These generals were idiots to send them
+ marching into a regular trap pen. There was but
+ one pair of eyes in the corps. He would step forth
+ and make a speech. Shrill and passionate words came to
+ his lips.
+34The line, broken into moving fragments by the ground
+ went calmly on through fields and woods. Fleming looked at
+ the men nearest him and saw, for the most part, express-
+ ions of deep interest as if they were investigating something
+ that washad fascinated them. One or two stepped with over-val-
+ iant airs as if they were already plunged into war. Others
+ walked as upon thin ice. The greater part of the untested men
+ appeared quiet and absorbed. They were going to look
+ at war, the red animal, war, the bloodblood-swollen
+ god. And they were curious.deeply engrossed in this march.
+ As he looked, Flemingthe youth gripped his out-cry at his
+ lipsthroat. He saw that even if the men were tottering with fear,
+ they would laugh at his warning. They would jeer him and
+ if practicable pelt him with missiles. Admitting that he
+ might be wrong, a frenzied declamation of the kind would turn him into a worm.
+ He assumed, then, the demeanor of one who knows that he is
+ doomed, alone, to unwritten responsibilities. He lagged, with
+ tragic glances at the sky. He was surprised, presently, by the
+ youthful lieutenant of his company who began tobegan heartily to beat
+ him heartily with hisa sword, and calledcalling out in a loud
+ and insolent voice. "Come, Fleming, get up into ranks
+ there. No skulkingwi'll do here." He mended his
+ pace Pwith thealcritysuitable haste. And he hated
+ the lieutenant, who had no appreciation of fine thingsminds. He was a mere brute.
+ After a time, the brigade was halted in the cath-
+ edral-light of a forest. The busy skirmishers were
+ still popping. Through the aisles of the wood could be
+ seen the floating smoke from their rifles. Sometimes it
+ went up in little balls, rounwhite and compact.
+ EDuring this halt, eachmany men in the regiment
+ began erecting tiny hills in front of them. They used stones,
+ sticks, earth and anything they thought might turn a battlbullet.
+ Some built comparatively large ones while others seemed
+ content with little ones.
+35This procedure caused a discussion among the men.
+ Some wished to fight like duellists, believing it to be cor-
+ rect to stand erect lookand be, from their feet to their
+ fore-heads, a mark. They said they scorned the devices
+ of the cautious. But they others scoffed in reply and
+ pointed to the veterans on the flanks who no s were dig-
+ ging at the ground like terriers. Also, they indicated a
+ venerab moss-grown e a venerable fence the rails of which
+ were vanishing In a short time there was quite a
+ barricade along the regimental front. Directly however they
+ were ordered to withdraw from that place.
+ This astounded Flemmingthe youth. He forgot his stewing
+ over the advance movement. "Well, then, what did they march
+ us out here fer?" he demanded of Jim Conklinthe tall soldier. The latter with
+ calm faith began a heavy explanation although he had
+ been compelled to leave a little protection of stones and
+ dirt whichto which he had devoted much care and skill.
+ When the regiment was aligned in another pos-
+ ition each man's regard for his safety caused another
+ foline of small intrenchments. They ate their noon meal
+ behind a third one. They were moved from this one also.
+ They were marched from place to place with apparent aimlessness.
+ FlemmingThe youth had been taught that a man became a
+ another thing in a battle. He wassaw his salvation in such a
+ change. his only salvation. Hence this waiting was an
+ ordeal to him. He was in a fever of impatience. He con-
+ sidered that there was denoted a lack of purpose on the part
+ of the generals. He began to complain to Jim Conklin. the tall soldier. Oh, I
+ s'pose"I can't stand this much longer," he cried. "I don't see what
+ good it does tot'o make us wear out'rour legs foer nothin'." He wished
+ to go bareturn to camp, knowing that this affair was a blue
+ demonstration; or, selse, to go into a battle and discover that he
+ had been a fool in his doubts and was in truth a man of traditional courage.
+36^^The strain of present circumstances he felt to be intolerable.
+The philosophical Conklintall soldier measured a sandwhich
+of cracker and pork and swallowed it in ana nonchalant
+manner. "Oh, I s'posesuppose we must go reconnoiterin'g around th'thekentrycountry
+jeust t'o keep'em from giettin'g too closte, or t'o develope'm, or something."
+"Huh," said Williamsthe loudyoungsoldier.
+"Well," cried Flemingthe youth, ir still frettingfidgeting, "I'd rather
+do any thin'g 'most than go trampin'g 'round th' kentrycountry all
+day doin'g no good t'o nobody an'd jeust tirin'g ourselves out."
+"So would I," said Wilsonthe loudyoungsoldier. "It aint right. I tell
+ yehyou if anybody with any sense was a-runnin' this army, it--"
+ "Oh, shut up," roared Conklinthe tall private. "Yehyou little fool.
+ Yehyou little damn'-fool-cuss. Yehyou aint had that there coat
+ an'd them pants on feor six months yiet an'd yiet yehyou talk as if--"
+ "Well, I wanta do a littlesome fightin'g anyway," interrupted
+ Wilsonthe other; "I didn't come here t'o walk. I could ahave walked t'o
+ home, 'round an' 'round th'e barn, if I jeust wanted t'o walk."
+ ConklinThe tall one, red-faced, swallowed another sandwhich
+ as if taking poison in despair.
+ But, gradually, his face bacameas he chewed, his
+ face became again quiet and contented. He could not
+ rage in fierce argument in the presence of such sand-
+ wiches. During his meals, he always wore an exair
+ of blissful contemplation of the food he had swallowed.
+ His spirit seemed ^then to be cummuning with the viands.
+ He accepted allnew environment and circum
+ stances with great calmnesscoolness, eating from his
+ haversack at every opportunity. On the march he strodewent
+ along with the gaitstride of a hunter, objecting to neither
+ gait nor distance. And he had not raised his voice when
+ he had been ordered away from three little protective piles of
+ dirt each and stoneearth and stone, each of which washad been an
+ engineering feat worthy of being made sacred to the name
+ of his grandmother.
+37^In the afternoon, the regiment went out over the same
+ ground it had taken in the morning. The landscapethen
+ then ceased to threaten Flemingthe youththe youth. He had been close to it
+ |a become familar with it.
+ When, however, they began to pass into a new region,
+ his old fears of stupidity and incompetence re-assailed him
+ but this time he doggedly let ^them babble. He was occupied with
+ his problem and in ^hisdesperation he concluded that the stupidity
+ affair did not greatly matter.
+ Once he thought that he had concluded that it would
+ be better to get killed directly and end his troubles. Re-
+ garding death thus out of the corner of his eye, he con-
+ cieved it to be nothing diebut rest and he was filled with
+ a moreommomentary astonishment that he should have made an ex-
+ troaordinary commotion over the mere matter of merely getting
+ killed. He would die; he would go to some place where he
+ would be understood. It was useless to expect appreciation
+ of his profound and fine senses from such men as the lieuten-
+ ant. He must look to the grave for comprehension.
+ The unceasing skirmish-fire encreased to a long
+ clattering sound. With it was mingled faraway cheering. A battery spoke.
+ Directly, Flemingthe youthcould see the skirmishers running.
+ They were pursued by the sound of musketry fire. After a time,
+ the hot dangerous flashes of the rifles were visible. Smoke-clouds
+ went slowly and insolently across the fields, like observant
+ phantoms. The din became crescendo like the roar of an
+ oncoming train.
+ A brigade ahead of them and on the right went into
+ action with a rending roar. It was as if heit had ex-
+ plod|ed. And, thereafter, it lay stretched in the distance
+ behind a long grey wall that one was obliged to look
+ twice at to make sure that it was smoke.
+38FlemingThe youth, forgetting his neat plan of getting killed, gazed
+ spell-bound. His eyes grew wide and busy with the action of
+ the scene. His mouth was a little ways open.
+ Of a sudden, he felt a heavy and sad hand laid
+ upon his shoulder. Awakening from his trance of observation,
+ he turned and beheld young Wilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," said the latter,
+ with intense gloom. He was quite pale and his girl-ish lip
+ was trembling.
+ "Eh?" murmured Flemingthe youth in great astonishment.
+ "It's m'y first an'd last battle, ol'd boy," continued FlWilsonthe loud youngsoldier.
+ "Somethin'g tells me--" .
+ "What?"
+ "--I'm a gone coon this first time an'd--an'd I
+ w-want yehyou t'o take these here things--'to--my--folks."
+ He ended in a quavering sob of pity for himself. He
+ handed Flemingthe youth a little packet idone up in a yellow envelope.
+ "Why, what th'e devil--" began Flemingthe youth again.
+ But Wilsonthe other gave him a glance as from the depths
+ of a tomb, waved his limp ^ hand in a prophetic manner and
+ turned away.
+39IVThe brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove. The men
+ crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns out at the fields.
+ They tried to look beyond the smoke.
+ Out of this haze they could see running men. Some shouted
+ information, and gestured, as they hurried.
+ The men ^of the new regiment watched and listened eagerly,while their tongues
+ ran on in the gossip of the battle. They mouthed rumors that had
+ flown like birds out of the unknown.
+ "They say PerrettPerrey has been driven in with greatbig loss."
+ "Yes, Carrott went tot' th'e hospital. He said he was sick.
+ That smart lieutenant is cammanding 'G' company. Th' boys say
+ they won't be under Carrott no more if they all have t' desert. He a ^They allus knew he was a--"
+ "Dern this bein' in reserve, anyhow. I didn't come here
+ to be in reserve. I"
+ "Hannises' bat'try is took."
+ "It aint either. I saw Hannises' bat'try off on th'e left not more'n fifteen minutes ago."
+ "Well--"
+ "Th' general, he ses he is goin' t' take th' hull cammand of th'
+ 304th when we go inteh action an' then he ses we'll do sech
+ fightin' as never another one reg'ment done."
+ "The' boys of the 47th, they took a hull string of rifle-fits."
+ "It wasn't the' 47th a'tallat'all. I was th' 99th Vermont."
+ "There haint noody took no rifle-fits. Th' 47th driv a lot a
+ Johnnies from behind ema fence."
+ "Well-"
+ They say we're catch in' it over on th' left. They say th' enemy driv'
+ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an' took Hannises bat'try."
+ "No sech thing. Hannises bat'try was 'long here 'bout a minute ago."
+ "That young Hasbrouck., he makes a good off'cer. hHMe aint
+ afraid 'a nothin'."
+ "I met one of th' 148th Maine boys an' he ses his brigade fit
+ th' hull rebel army fer four hours over on th' turnpike-road an' killed about
+ five thousand of'em. He ses one more sech fight as that an' th' war'll be over."
+ "Bill wasn't scared either. No, sir. It wasn't that. Bill aint a-gittin'
+ scared easy. He was jest mad, that's what he was. When
+ that feller trod on his hand, he up an' sed that he was willin' t' give
+ his hand t' his country but he bbe dumbed if he was gain' t' have every
+ dumb bushwhacker in th' kentry walkin' 'round on it. So he went
+ t' th' hospital disregardless of th' fight. Three fingers was crunched.
+ Th' dern doctor wanted t' amputate'm an' Bill, he raised a
+ heluva row, I hear. He's a funny feller."
+ "Hear that what th' ol' colonel sees, boys. He ses he'll
+ shoot th' first man what'll tum an' run."
+ "He'd better try it. I'd like t' see him shoot at me."
+ "He wants t' look fer his ownself. He don't wanta go
+ 'round talkin' big."
+ "They say Perrey's division's a-givin'em thunder."
+ "Ed Williams over in Company A, he ses th' rebs'll all
+ drop their guns an' run an' holler if we onct giv'eeim one good lickin'."
+ "Oh, thunder, Ed Williams, what does he know?? Ever since he got
+ shot at on picket, he's been runnin' th' war."
+ "Well,, he--"
+ "Hear th' news, boys?? Corkright's crushed th' hull rebel right
+ an' captured two hull divisions. We'll be back in winter quarters
+ by a short cut t'morrah."
+ "I tell yeh I've been all over that there kentry where th' rebel
+ right is an it's th' nastiest part th' rebel line. It's all mussed up
+ with hills an' little damn creeks. I'll bet m'shirt Corkright
+ never harmed'em down there."
+ "Well, he's a fighter an' if they could be licked, he'd lick'em."
+41 45 VThere were moments of waiting. FlemmingThe youth thought of the vil-
+ lage street at home before the arrival of the circus-parade on
+ a day in the spring. He remembered how he had stood, a
+ small thrillful boy, prepared to follow the dingy lady upon
+ the white horse or the band in it's faded chariot. He saw
+ the yellow road, the lines of expectant people, and the sober
+ houses. He particularly remembered an old fellow who used
+ to sit upon a cracker-box in front of the store and
+ fiegn to dispise such exhibitions. A thousand details of
+ color and form surged in his mind. The form of the
+ old fellow upon the cracker. box appeared in mid-
+ dle prominence.
+ Some one cried: "Here they come!"
+ There was rustling and muttering among the men.
+ They displayed a feverish desire to have every possible car-
+ tridge ready to their hands. The boxes were pulled ar-
+ ound into various positions and adjusted with great
+ care. It was as if seven hundred new bonnets were being
+ tried on.
+ Gun-locks clicked. Jim ConklinThe tall soldier having prepared
+ himself was a silkhis rifle, produced a red handkerchief of some kind. He was
+ engaged in knotting it about his throat, with
+ exquisite attention to
+ it's position, when the cry was repeated up and down
+ the linethe line in a muffled roar of sound. "Here they come! Here they come!" Gun-locks clicked.
+ Across the smoke-infested fields came a brown
+ swarm of men running men who were giving shrill yells. They came on stooping and swinging their rifles at all
+ angles. A flag tilted forward sped near the front.
+46.As he caught sight of them, Flemingthe youth was momentarily
+ startled by a thought that perhaps his gun was not loaded.
+ He stood trying to rally his faltering intellect and so that
+ he might recollect the moment when he had loaded. But
+ he could not.
+ A hatless general pulled his dripping horse to a stand near
+ the colonel of the 304th. He shook his fist in the other's face.
+ "You've got t'o hold'em back," he shouted savagely. "You've
+ got t'o hold'em back."
+ In his agitation, the colonel began to stammer. "A-all
+ r-right, general, all right, by Gawd. We-we'll do our-
+ -we-we'll d-d-do--do our best, general." The general
+ made a passionate gesture and galloped away. The generalcolonel
+ perchance to relieve his feelings, began to scold like
+ a wet parrot. FlemingThe youth turning swiftly to make sure
+ that the rear was unmolested, saw the cammander
+ regarded-ing his men in a highly resentful manner as if
+ he regretted, above everything, his association with them.
+ The man at Fleming'sthe youth's elbow was mumbling as if to him-
+ self: "Oh, we're in for it, now. It Oh, we're in for it now."
+ The captain oof the company had been pacing excitedly to and
+ fro in the rear. He like coaxed in shool-mistress fashion
+ as to a lotcongregation of boys with primers. Heis talk was an endless
+ repitions. "Reserve your fire, boys,-- dont shoot 'til I tell you--
+ save your fire--wait 'til they get close up--don't be damned fools--"
+ Perspiration streamed down Flemming'sthe youth's face which was soiled
+ like that of a weeping urchin. He frequently with a #nervous
+ movement wiped his eyes with his coat-sleeve. His mouth
+ was still a little ways open.
+ He got the one glance at the foe-swarming fields
+ in front of them him and instantly ceased to debate the
+ question of his piece being loaded. He threw Before he
+ was ready to being begin, before he had announced to
+
+ 47.himself that he was about to fight, he threw the obedient, well-bal-
+ anced rifle into position and first fired a first wild shot.
+ Directly, he was working at his rifleweaponlike an automatic affair.
+ He suddenly l#ost concern for himself and forgot to look
+ at a menacing fate. He became not a man but a member. He felt
+ that something of which he was a part--a regiment, an army,
+ a cause, or a country--was in a crisis. He was welded into a
+ common personality which was dominated by a single desire. For
+ moments, he could not flee no more than a little finger can
+ commit an a revolution from thea hand.
+ If he had thought the regiment about to be annihilated
+ perhaps he could have amputated himself from it. But it's noise
+ gave him assurance. The regiment was like a fire-work that, once
+ ignited, proceeds superior to circumstances until it's blazing vital-
+ ity fades. It wheezed and banged with a mighty power. He
+ pictured the ground before it as strewn with the discomfited.
+ TootThere was a consciousness always of the presence of
+ his comrades about him. He felt the subtle battle-brotherhood
+ more potent th even than the cause for which they were fighting.
+ It was a mysterious fraternity, born of the smoke and dan-
+ ger of death.
+ He wat was at a task. He was like a carpenter , whose
+ who has made many boxes, making still another box,
+ only there was furious haste in his haste. movements. Hise
+ He, in his thoughts, werewas careering off across in #other places, veven as
+ the carpenter who as he works, whistles and thinks of his
+ friend or his enemy, |his home or a saloon,. And these
+ gjolted dreams were never perfect to him afterward but remained
+ a mass of blurred shapes.
+ Presently he began to feel the effects of the war-atmos-
+ phere--a blistering sweat, a sensation that his eye-balls
+ were about to crack like hot stones. A burning roar filled
+ his ears.
+
+ 48.Following this came a red rage. He developed the acute exasper-
+ ation of a pestered animal, a well-meaning cow worried by dogs.
+ He had a furiousmad feeling against his rifle which could only be
+ used against one life at a time. He wished to rush forward and
+ strangle with his fingers. He craved a power that would en-
+ able him to make a world-sweeping gesture and brush all
+ back. His impotency appeared to him and made his rg rage
+ into that of a driven beast.
+ Buried in the smoke of many rifles, his anger was directed
+ not aso much against the men whom he knew wherewere
+ rushing toward him, as against the swirling battle-phantoms who
+ were choking him, stuffing their smoke-robes down his parched
+ throat. He fought frantically for airrespite for his senses,
+ for air, as a babe, being smothered, attacks the deadly blankets.
+ There was a blare of heated angerrage, mingled with
+ a certain expression of theintentness on all faces. Many of
+ the men whwere making low-toned noises with their mouths
+ and these subdued cheers, snarls, imprecations, prayers, made a
+ willwild, barbaric song that went as an under-current of
+ sound, strange and chant-like, with the resounding chords
+ of the war-march. The man at Flemming'sthe youth's elbow was babbling.
+ In it there was something soft and tender, like the monologue
+ of a babe. Jim Conklin^The tall soldier was swearing in a loud voice. From
+ his lips came a black procession of curious oaths. Of a
+ sudden another broke out in a querelous way like a man
+ who has mislaid his hat. "Well,^why
+ don't they support us? Why don't they send supports? Do they think--"
+ Flemming^The youth in his battle-sleep, heard this as one who
+ dozes, hears.
+ There was a singular absence of heroic poses. The me
+ n bending and surging in their haste and rage were in
+ every impossible attitude. The steel ram-rods clanked and
+
+ 49clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them feverishly
+ into the hot rifle-barrels. The flaps of the cartridge-boxes were
+ all unfastened, and flapped and bobbed idiotically with each
+ movement. The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder
+ and fired without apparent aiminto the smoke, or,^at the blurred and shifting
+ into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms that which
+ upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and
+ larger like puppets under a magacian's hand.
+ The officers, inat their intervals, rearward, neglected to
+ stand in picturesque attitudes. They were bobbing to and
+ fro, roaring directions and encouragements. The dimensions of
+ their howls was extraordinary. They expended their lungs
+ with prodigal wills. And often they near stood upon their
+ heads in their anxiety to observe the enemy on the other
+ side of the tumbling smoke.
+ The youthful lieutenant of the the youth'sFleming's company was
+ had encountered a soldeier who had fled, screaming, at
+ the first volley of his comrades. He blubbe Behind the
+ lines, these two were acting a little isolated scene. The
+ man was blubbering and staring with sheep-like eyes
+ at the lieutena|nt who had siezed him by the collarcolor and
+ was pummeling him. as if he had insulted his wife. He
+ drove him back into the ranks with many blows.^ The soldier went me-
+ chanically, dully, with his animal-like eyes upon the
+ officer. Perhaps there was to him a divinity iexpressed
+ in the voice of the other, stern, hard, with no reflection
+ of fear in it. He tried to re-load his gun but his shak-
+ ing hands prevented. The lieutenant was obliged to assist
+ him.
+ The men dropped here and there like bundles.
+ The captain of the youth'sFleming'scompany had been killedshot in an
+ early part of the action. His body lay stretched out in
+50the position of a tired man, resting,. but upon his face there
+ was an astonished and sorrowful airlooklook as if he thought some
+ friend had done him an ill turn. The babbling man was
+ grazed by a shot that made the blood stream widely down
+ his face. He clapped both hands to his head. "Oh," he said
+ and ran. Another grunted suddenly as if he been struck by a
+ club in the stomach. He sat down and gazed ruefully. In his
+ eyes there was mute, indefinite reproach. Further up the line
+ a man, standing behind a tree, had had his knee-joint
+ splintered by a ball. Immediately, he had dropped his rifle
+ and gripped the tree with both arms. And there he re-
+ mained, clinging desperately, and crying for assistance that
+ he might leave loo withdraw his hold upon the tree.
+ At last, an exultant yell went along the quivering line.
+ The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive pop-
+ ping. As the smoke slowly eddied away, Flemingthe youth saw that the
+ charge had been repulsed. The enemy were scattered into re-
+ luctant groups. He saw a man climb to the top of the fence,
+ straddle the rail and fire a parting shot. The waves had re-
+ ceded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
+ Some in the regiment began to whoop frenziedly. Many
+ were silence. Apparently, they were trying to contemplate themselves.
+ After the river fever had left his veins, Flemingthe youth thought
+ that at last he was going to suffocate. He became aware of the
+ foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling. He was grimey
+ and dripping like a laborer in a foundry. He grasped his
+ canteen and took a long swallow of the waarmed water.
+ A sentence with variations went up and down the line.
+ "Well, we've helt'em back. We've helt'em back--derned if we
+ haven't." The men said it with blissfully, leering at each
+ other with dirty smiles.
+ FlemingThe youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and
+51off to the left. He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds
+ leisure in which to look about him.
+ Under foot, there were a few ghastly forms, motionless.
+ They lay twisted intoin fantastic contortions. Arms were
+ bended and heads were turned in incredible ways. It seemed
+ that the dead men must have fallen from some great height
+ to get into such positions. They looked thrownto be dumped
+ out upon the ground from the sky.
+ From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-
+ tery was throwing shells over their headsit. The flash of the guns startled
+ Flemmingthe youth at first. He thought they were aimed directly at him.
+ Through the trees, he watched the black figures of the gunners
+ as they hastened worked swiftly and intently. Their labor seemed
+ a complicated thing. He wondered how they could remember it's formulate
+ in the midst of confusion.
+ The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs. They
+ argued with abrupt violence. It was a grim pow-wow. Their
+ busy servants ran hither and there.thither.
+ A small procession of wounded men were going
+ drearily toward the rear. It was a flow of blood from the woundedtorn
+ body of the brigade.
+ To the right and left w to the left were the dark lines
+ of other troops. Far in front, he could thought he could see
+ lighter masses protruding in points from the forest. They were
+ suggestive of unnumbered thousands.Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon. The tiny ridersriders were beating the
+ tiny horses.
+ From a sloping hill came the sound of cheerings and
+ clashes. Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
+ Batteries were speaking with thunderous oratorical ef-
+ fort. Here and there were flags, the red and in the stripes
+ dominating. They splashed bits of warm color upon the
+ dark lines of troops.
+
+
+
+ The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblems. They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
+ As he listened to the din from the hill side, to a deep, pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting too, over there and over there and over there. Heretofore, he had supposed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
+ As he gazed around him, the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue pure sky and the sun-gleamings on the trees and fields. It was surprising that nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden processes in the midst of so much devilment.
+532240VIFlemingThe youth awakened slowly. He came gradually back to a position from
+ which he could regard himself. For moments, he had been scrutiniz-
+ ing his positionperson in a dazed way as if he had never before seen
+ himself. Then he picked up his cap from the ground. He wriggled
+ in his jacket to make a more comfortable fit and, kneeling, re-laced
+ his shoe. He thoughtfully moped his reeking features.
+ So it was all over at last. The supreme trial had been
+ passed. The red, formidable difficulties of war had been vanquished.
+ He went into an ecstasy of self-satisfaction. He had the
+ most delightful sensations of his life. Standing as if apart from
+ himself, he viewed the last scene. He percieved that the man
+ who had fought thus was magnificent.
+ He felt that he was a fine fellow. He saw himself even
+ with those ideals which he had considered as far beyond him.
+ He smiled within deep gratifications.
+ HeUpon his fellows, he beamed tenderness and good-will. "Gee,
+ aint it hot, hay?" he said affably to a man who was polishing
+ his streaming face with his coat-sleeve.
+ "You bet," said the other, grinning sociably. "I never
+ seen sech dumb hotness." He sprawedsprawled out luxuriously
+ on the ground. "Gee, yes! An' I hope we don't have no more
+ fightin' 'til--'til a week from Monday."
+ There were some hand-shakings and deep speeches with
+ men whose features only were familar but with whom Fleming now
+ felt the bonds of tied hearts. He helped a cursing comrade to
+ bind up a wound of the shin.
+ But, of a sudden, cries of amazement broke out along
+ the ranks of the new menregiment. "Here they come a'gin!
+ Here they come a'gin!" The man who had sprawled upon
+
+54the ground, started up and said: "Gosh!"all hemlocks.
+ FlemingThe youth turned quick eyes upon the field. He sawdiscerned forms begin
+ to swell in masses out of a distant wood. He again saw the tilted
+ flag, speeding forward.
+ The shells, which had ceased to trouble the mregiment for a time,
+ came swirling again and exploded in the grass or among the
+ leaves of the trees. On the SwardThey looked to be strange
+ war-blossomsflowers bursting into fierce bloom.
+ The men groaned. The lustre hadfaded from their
+ eyes. Their smudged countenances now expreexpressed a profound de-
+ jection. They moved their stiffened bodies slowly and watched
+ in sullen mood the frantic approach .of the enemy. The slaves
+ toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his
+ harsh tasks.
+ FThey fretted and complained each to each. "Oh, say, this is
+ too much of a good thing. Why cant somebody send us supports."
+ "We aint never goin' t'o stand this here second bangin'g. I
+ didn't come here t'o fight th'e hull damn' rebel army."
+ There was one who raised a doleful cry. "I wish Bill Smithers
+ had trod on my hand insteader me treddin' on his'n."
+ The sore joints of the regiment creaked as it painfully floundered into position to repulse.
+ FlemingThe youth^ stared. Surely, he thought, this impossible thing
+ was not about to happen. He waited as if he expected the
+ enemy to suddenly stop, apologize and retire, bowing. It
+ was all a mistake.
+ But the firing began somewhere on the regimental line
+ and ripped along in both directions. The level sheets of flame
+ developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the
+ mild wind near the ground for a moment and then rolled
+ through the granks as through a grate. The clouds were
+ tinged an earth-like yellow in the sun-rays and, in the
+ shadow were a sorry blue. The flag was sometimes eaten and
+ lost in this mass of vapor but usuallymore often it projected, brilliant
+ with resplendensun-touched,resplendent.
+55Into Flemming'sthe youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the eyesorbs
+ of a jaded horse. His back was quivering with nervous weakness and
+ the mumuscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless. His hands,
+ too, seemed large and awkward^.as if he was wearing invisible mittens.TAnd there was a great uncertainty about
+ his knee-joints.
+ The words that comrades had uttered previous to the firing
+ began to appear to him. "Oh, say, this is too much of a good thing."
+ "What do they take us feor--why don't they send supports." "I
+ didn't come here to fight th'e hull damned rebel army."
+ He began to exaggerate the endurance, the skill, tand the
+ valor of those who were coming. TheyHimself reeling from
+ exhaustion, he could notwas astonished beyond measure at
+ such persistency. They must be machines of steel. It was
+ very gloomy, fighting suchstruggling against such af-
+ fairs, wound up, perhaps, to fight until sun-down.
+ He slowly lifted his rifle and catching a glimpse of the
+ thick-spread field he blazed at a cantering cluster. He stopped
+ then and began to peer as best he could through the smoke. He
+ caught changing views of the ground covered with men who
+ were all running like pursued imps, and yelling. It seemed
+ that this swift swarming crowd, crying savagly, would
+ surely break the brittle line of new men in blue.
+ To Flemming,the youth^, it was an onslaught of dragonredoubtable drag-
+ ons. He became like the man who lost his legs at the ap-
+ proach of the red and green monster. He waited in a sort of
+ a horrified, listening attitude. He seemed to shut his eyes
+ and wait to be gobbled.
+ A man near him who up to this time had been working
+ feverishly at his rifle., suddenly dropped it and ran with howls. A lad whose
+ face had born an expression of exalted courage, the
+ majesty of he who dares give his life, was, at an in-
+ stant smitten abject. He blanched like one who
+56f^^^^ has come to the edge of a cliff at midnight and is suddenly
+ made aware. There was a revelation. He too threw down his gun
+ and fled. There was no shame in his face. He ran like a rabbit.
+ Others began to scamper away through the smoke. FlemingThe Youth
+ turned his head, movedshaken from his trance, by this movement as if
+ the regiment was leaving him behind. He saw the few fleeting forms.
+ He tellyelled then with fright and swung about. For a moment, in
+ the great clamor, he was like a proverbial chicken. He lost the dir-
+ ection of safety. Destruction threatened him from all points.
+ Directly he began to speed toward the rear in great leaps.
+ His rifle and cap were gone. Hsis unbuttoned coat bulgedoutin
+ the wind. The flap of his cartridge-box bobbed wildly and his
+ canteen, by it's slender chcord, swung out behind. AOn his
+ face was all the horror of those things which he imagined.
+ The youthful lieutenant sprang forward, bawling. Fle-
+ mingThe Youthwas conscious of his saw his features, wrathfully red,
+ and saw him make a dab with his sword. His one thought
+ of the incident was that the lieutenant was a peculiar beingcreature, to
+ feel interested in such matters upon this occasion.
+ He ran like a blind man. Two or three times he
+ fell down. Once he knocked his shoulder so heavily against
+ a tree that he went head-long.
+ Since he had turned his back upon the fight, his
+ fears had been wondrously magnified. Death was about to thrust
+ him between the shoulder-blades was far more dreadful
+ than death about to smite him between the eyes. When he
+ thought of it later, he concieved the impression that it
+ is far better to bein su view the apalling than to
+ be merely within hearing. The noises of the battle
+ were like stones; he concievedbelieved himself liable to
+ be crushed.
+ As he ran on, he mingled with others. He dimly 57saw men on his right and on his left, and he heard footsteps
+ behind him. He thought that all the regiment was fleeing, followedpursued
+ by theseby these ominous crashes.
+ In his retreatflight, the sound of these following footsteps
+ gave him his one meagre relief. He felt vaguely that death
+ was must make a first choice of the returns men who were near
+ est; to him the initials morsels for the dragons would be,
+ then, those who were following him,FlemingFleming. So he displayed the
+ zeal of an insane sprinter in his purpose to keep them in the
+ rear. There was a race.
+ As he, leading, went across a little fields, he
+ ound himself in a region of shells. They went hurtlin hurtled
+ hurtled over his head with long wild screams. As he
+ heard them, he imagined them to have rows of cruel
+ teeth that grinned. at him. He cou Once, one lit be-
+ fore him and the livid lightning of the explosion ef-
+ fectually barred his way in onehis chosen direction. He groveled
+ on the ground and then springing up went careering
+ off through some bushes.
+ He experienced a thrill of amazement when he
+ came within view of a battery in action. The men there
+ seemed to be in conventional moods, and altogether unaware of
+ the impending annihilation. The battery was disputing with
+ a distant foe antagonist and the gunners were wrapped in ad-
+ miration of their shooting. They were continually bending in
+ coaxing postures over the
+ guns. They seemed to be patting
+ them on the back and encouraging them with words. The
+ guns stolid and undaunted, spoke with dogged valor.
+ The precise gunners were coolly enthusiastic. They
+ lifted their eyes every chance to the smoke-wreathed hillock
+ who from whence the hostile battery addressed them. The youth pitied
+ them as he ran. Methodical idiots! Machine-like fools! The
+ refined joy of planting shells in the midst of the other
+58battery's formation would appear a little thing when the
+ infantry came swooping out of the woods.
+ The face of a youthful rider who was jerking his fran-
+ tic horse with an abandon of temper he might display in a placid
+ barn-yard was impressed deep upon his mind. He knew that
+ he looked upon a man who would presently be dead.
+ Too, fe he felt a pity for the guns, standing, six
+ good comrades, in theira bold row.
+ He saw a brigade going to the relief of it's pestered
+ fellows. He scrambled upon a wee hill and watched it
+ sweeping finely, keeping formation in difficult places. The
+ blue of the line was crusted with steel-color and the
+ brilliant flags projected. Officer's were shouting.
+ This sight, also, filled him with wonder. The brigade
+ was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouth of the war-
+ god. What kindmanner of men were they, anyhow. Ah, it was some wondrouss
+ breed. Or else they didnt comprehend--the fools.
+ A furious^order caused commotion in the artillery. An officer
+ on a bounding horse made maniacal motions with his
+ arms. The teams went swinging up from the rear, the
+ guns were whirled about, and the battery scampered away.
+ The cannon with their noses poked slantingly at the ground
+ grunted and grumbled like stout men, brave but with objections to hurry.
+ FlemingThe youth went on, moderating his pace since he
+ had left the place of noises .
+ Later, he came upon a general of division seated upon a horse that
+ pricked it's ears in an interested way at the battle. There was ga great
+ gleaming of silveyellow and patent-leather about the saddle and bridle.
+ The quiet man, astride, looked mouse-colored upon such a splendid charger.
+ A jingling staff was galloping hither and thither. Sometimes
+ the general was surrounded by horsemen and at other times he was
+ quite alone. He looked to be much harassed. He had the
+
+
+ appearance of a business man whose market is swinging up and down.
+ The youth went slinking around this spot. He went as near as he dared trying to over-hear words. Perhaps the general, unable to comprehend chaos might call upon him for information. And he could tell him. He knew all concerning it. Of a surety the force was in a fix and any fool could see that if they did not retreat while they had opportunity--why--
+ He felt that he would like to thrash the general, or, at least, approach and tell him in plain words exactly what he thought him to be. It was criminal to stay calmly in one spot and make no effort to stay destruction. He loitered in a fever of eagerness for the division-cammander to apply to him.
+ As he warily moved about, he heard the general call out irritably. "Tompkins, go over an' see Taylor an' tell him not t' be in such all-fired hurry--tell him t' halt his brigade in th' edge of th' woods--tell him t' detach a reg'ment--say I think th' centre'll break if we don't help it out some--tell him t' hurry up."
+ A slim youth on a fine chestnut horse caught these swift words from the mouth of his superior. He made his horse bound into a gallop almost from a walk in his haste to go upon his mission. There was a cloud of dust.
+ A moment later, the youth saw the general bounce excitedly in his saddle.
+ "Yes--by Heavens--they have!" The officer leaned forward. His face was a-flame with excitement. "Yes, by Heavens, they've held'im! They've held'im."
+ He began to blithely roar at his staff.
+
+60 "We'll wallop'im now. We'll wallop'im now. We've got'
+ em sure." He turned suddenly upon an aide. "Here--
+ you-Jones--quick--ride after Tompkins--see Tay--
+ lor--tell him t' go in--everlastingly--like
+ blazes--anything."
+ He turned wi
+ As another officer sped his horese after the
+ firstgenera messenger, the general beamed upon the
+ earth like a sun. In his eyes was a desire
+ to chant a paepeanpeaen. andbi He kept
+ repeating: "They've held'iem, by Heavens."
+ His excitement made his horse plunge and
+ rear he merrily kicked and swore at it. He
+ held a little carnival of joy on horseback.
+FlemingThe youth cringed as if sudd discovered at a crime. By heav
+ens, they had won after all. The embecile line had remaineed and
+become victors. He could hear cheering.
+He lifted himself upon his toes and looked in the direction
+of the fight. A yellow fog lay wallowing on the tree-tops.
+From beneath it came the clatter of musketry. Hoarse
+cheerscries told of an advance.
+He turned away, amazed and angry. He felt that he
+had been wronged.
+He had fled, he told himself, because annihilation
+approached. He had done a good part in saving himself who
+was a little partpiece of the army. He had considered the time,
+he said, to be one in which it was the duty of every little
+piece to rescue itself if possible. Later then, the officers could
+fit the little pieces together again and make a battle-front.
+If none of the little pieces were wise enough to save them
+selves from the flurry of death at such a time, why, then, where would be
+the army? It was all plain that he had proceeded according
+to very correct and commendable rules. His actions had been
+sagacious things. They had been full of strategy. They
+were the work of a master's legs.
+ Thoughts of his comrades came to him. The brittle
+blue line had withstood the shocksblows and won. He grew bitter
+over it. It seemed that the blind ignorance and stupidity of those
+little pieces had betrayed him. He had been overturned and
+crushed by their lack of sense in holding the position, thatwhen in
+telligent deliberation wh would have convinced them that it
+was impossible. He, the enlightened man who looks afar in
+the dark, had fled because of his superior perceptions and
+62knowledge. He felt a great anger against his comrades. He knew
+it could be proven that they had been fools.
+He wondered what they would remark when later
+he appeared in camp. His mind heard howls of derision.
+Their density would not enable them to understand finhis
+er and deepersharper point of view.
+He began to pity himself acutely. He was ill-used. He
+was trodden beneath the feet of an iron injustice. He had
+proceeded with wisdom and from the most righteous motives un-
+der Heaven's blue only to be frustrated by hateful circumstances.
+A dull, animal-like rebellion against his fellows,
+war, in the abstract, and fate, grew within him. He sham-
+bled along with bowed head, his brain in a tumult of agony and
+despair. When he looked loweringly up, quivering at each
+sound, his eyes had the expression of those of a criminal
+who thinks his guilt little and his punishment great and
+knows that he can find no words; who, through his suf-
+fering, thinks that he peers into the core of things and see
+that the judgment of mean is thistle-down in wind.
+He went from the fields into a thicks woods as if
+resolved to bury himself. He wished to get out of hearing of the
+crackling shots which were to him like voices.
+The ground was cluttered with vines and bushes and
+the trees grew close and spread out like bouquets. He was ob-
+liged to force his way with much noise. The creepers, catching
+against his legs, cried out harshly as their sprays were torn
+from the barks of trees. The swishing saplings tried to
+make known his presence to the world. He could not
+conciliate the forest. As he made itshis way, it seemedwas
+always calling out protestations. When he separated
+embraces of trees and vines, the disturbed foliages
+waved their arms and turned their face-leaves
+toward him.
+
+
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+ toward him. He dreaded lest these noisy motions, and cries,
+ should bring men to look at him. So, he went far, seeking darker and more and intricate places.er and more
+ After a time, the sound of musketry
+ grew faint and the cannon boomed in the distance.
+ The sun, suddenly apparent, blazed among the trees. The insects were making rythmical noises. They seemed to be
+ grinding their teeth in unison. A wood-peeker stuck his
+ impudent head around the side of a tree. A bird flew on light-hearted wing.ins
+ Off, was the rumble of death. It seemed now
+ that nature had no ears.
+ This landscape gave him assurance."in...peace"
+ "in...peace"A fair field, holding life. It
+ was the religion of peace. It would die if it's timid eyes
+ were compelled to see blood. He concieved nature to be a
+ woman with a deep aversion to "trade"tragedy.
+ He threw a pine-cone at a jovial squirrel
+ and he ran with chattering fear. High in a tree-top,
+ he stopped and, poking his head cautiously from behind
+ a branch, looked down with an air of trepidation.
+ The youth felt triumphant at this exhibition. There
+ was the law, he said. Nature had given him a sign. The squirrel immediately
+ upon recognizing a danger, had taken to his legs, without a
+ do. He did not stand stolidly, baring his furry
+ belly to the missile, and die with an upward
+ glance at the sympathetic heavens. On the contrary,
+ he had fled as fast as his legs could carry him. And
+ he was but an ordinary squirrel too; doubtless, no philosopher of his race.
+
+
+
+ The youth wended, feeling that nature was of his mind. She reinforced his arguments with proofs that lived where the sun shone.
+ Once he found himself almost into a swamp. He was obliged to walk upon bog-tufts and watch his feet to keep from the oily mire. Pausing at one time to look about him, he saw out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a silver-gleaming fish .
+ The youth went again into the deep thickets. The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon. He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
+ At length, he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel. He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered. Pine-needles were a gentle brown carpet. There was a religious half-light.
+ Near the threshold, he stopped horror-stricken at the sight of a thing.
+ He was being looked at by a dead man who was seated with his back against a column-like tree. The corpse was dressed in a uniform that once had been blue but was now faded to a melancholy shade of green. The eyes, staring at the youth, had changed to the dull hue to be seen on the side of a dead fish. The mouth was opened. Its red had changed to an apalling yellow. Over the grey skin of the face ran little ants. One was trundling some sort of a bundle along the upper lip.
+ The youth gave a shriek as he confronted the thing. He was, for moments, turned to stone before it. He remained staring into the liquid-looking eyes. The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then, the youth cautiously put one hand behind him
+
+
+ 65
+ and touched brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this,
+ he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing.
+ He feared, that if he his back, the the body might
+ spring up and stealthily pursue him.
+ The branches, pushing against thhim, threatened to throw
+ him over upon it. His unguided feet, too, caught aggravat-
+ ingly in brambles. And, with it all, he recieved a subtle
+ suggestion to touch the corpse. As he thought of his hand
+ upon it, he shuddered profoundly.
+ At last, he burst the bounds which had fastened
+ him to the spot and fled, unheeding the underbrush. He was
+ pursued by a sight of the blacks ants swarming greedily upon the grey
+ face and venturing horribly near to the eyes.
+ After a time, he paused and, breathless and panting,
+ listened. He imagined some strange voice would come from
+ the dead throat and sqawk after him in horrible menaces.
+ The trees The trees about the portal of the chapel
+ moved sighingly in a soft wind. A sad silence was
+ upon the little, guarding edifice.
+ Again Flemingthe youth was in despair. Nature no long-
+ er condoled with him. There was nothing, then, after
+ all, in that demonstration she gave--the fright-
+ ened squirrel alf fleeing aloft from the missile.
+ He thought as he remembered the small animal,
+ capturing the fish and the greedy ants feeding upon
+ the flesh of the dead soldier, that there was given
+ another law which far-over-topped it--all life
+ existing upon death, eating ravenously, stuffing
+ itself with the hopes of the dead.
+ And nature's processes were obliged to hurry
+
+
+
+ VIII
+ The trees began softly to sing a hymn of twilight. The burnished sun sank until slanted bronze rays struck the forest. There was a lull in the noises of insects as if they had bowed their beaks and were making a devotional pause. There was silence save for the chanted chorus of the trees.
+ Then, upon this stillness, there suddenly broke a tremendous clangor of sounds. A crimson roar came from the distance.
+ The youth stopped. He was transfixed by this terrific medley of all noises. It was as if worlds were being rended. There was the ripping sound of musketry and the breaking crash of the artillery.
+ His mind flew in all directions. He concieved the two armies to be at each other panther-fashion. He listened for a time. Then he began to run in the direction of the battle. He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid. But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and the moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon roofs to witness the collision.
+ As he ran, he became aware that the forest had stopped it's music, as if at last becoming capable of hearing the foreign sounds. The trees hushed and stood motionless. Everything seemed to be listening to the crackle and clatter and ear-shaking thunder. The chorus pealed over the still earth.
+ It suddenly occurred to the youth that the fight in which he had been, was, after all, but perfunctory
+
+
+ popping. In the hearing of this present din, he was doubtful if he had seen real battle-scenes. This uproar explained a celestial battle; it was tumbling hordes a-struggle in the air.
+ Reflecting, he saw a sort of a humor in the point of view of himself and his fellows during the late encounter. They had taken themselves and the enemy very seriously and had imagined that they were deciding the war. Individuals must have supposed that they were cutting the letters of their names deep into everlasting tablets of brass or enshrining their reputations forever in the hearts of their countrymen, while, as to fact, the affair would appear in printed reports under a meek and immaterial title. But he saw that it was good, else, he said, in battle everyone would surely run save forlorn hopes and their ilk.
+ He went rapidly on. He wished to come to the edge of the forest that he might peer out.
+ As he hastened, there passed through his mind pictures of stupendous conflicts. His accumulated thought upon such subjects were used to form scenes. The noise was as the voice of an eloquent being, describing.
+ Sometimes, the brambles formed chains and tried to hold him back. Trees, confronting him, stretched out their arms and forbade him to pass. After it's previous hostility, this new resistance of the forest filled him with a fine bitterness. It seemed that nature could not be quite ready to kill him.
+ But he obstinately took roundabout ways and presently he was where he could see long grey walls of vapor, where lay battle-lines. The voices of cannon shook him. The musketry sounded in long irregular surges that played havoc with his ears. He
+69stood, regardant, for a moment. His eyes had an awe-
+ struck expression. His lower jaw hung down.He gawked in the direction of the battlefight.
+ Presently, he proceeded again on his forward way. The
+ battle was like the grinding of an immense and terrible ma-
+ chine to him. It's complexities and powers,fascinated him.
+ it's grim processes, fascinated him. He must go close
+ and see it produce corpses.
+ He came to a fence and clambered over it. On
+ the far side, the ground was littered with clothes and guns.
+ A newspaper, folded up, lay in the dirt. A dead sol-
+ dier was stretched with his face hidden in his arm. Fur-
+ ther onff, there was a group of four of or five corpses, keep-
+ ing mournful company. A hot sun had blazed upon the spot.
+ In this place, Flemingthe youthfelt that he was an invader.
+ This forgotten part of the battle-ground was owned by
+ the dead man, and, he hurried, in the the vaqugue apprehen-
+ sion that one of the swollen and ghastly forms would
+ rise and tell him to begone.
+ He came finally to a road from which he could see
+ in the distance, dark and agitated bodies of troops, smoke-
+ fringed. In the liane, was a blood-stained crowd streaming
+ to the rear. The wounded men were cursing, wailing groan-
+ ing and wailing. In the air, always, was a mighty swell
+ of sound that it seemed could sway the earth. With the cour-
+ ageous words of the artillery and the spiteful sentences of the
+ musketry was mingled red cheers. And from this region
+ of noises came the steady current of the maimed.
+ One of the wounded men had a shoeful of blood. He hopped like
+ a school boy in a game. He was laughing hysterically.
+ One was swearingswore by the sun that he been had been shot in the
+ arm, through the cammanding general's mismanagement ofarm because the camm
+ the army.
+
+70
+ One was marching with an air imitative of some sublime
+ drum-major. Upon his features was an unholy mixture of
+ merriment and agony. As he marched he sang isa bit of
+ doggerel in a high and quavering voice.
+ "Sing a song 'a vic'try"
+ "A pocketful 'a bullets"
+ "Five an' twenty dead men"
+ "Baked in a--pie."
+ Parts of the procession limped and staggered to this tune.
+ Another had the grey seal of death already upon his
+ face. His lips were curled in hard lines and his teeth were clenched. His hands were bloody from where he had pressed
+ them upon his wound. He seemed to be awaiting the moment
+ when he should pitch headlong. He stalked like the grim
+ spectre of a soldier, his eyes buringburning with the power of a stare
+ into the unknown.
+ There were some who proceeded sullenly, full of anger at
+ their wounds and ready to turn upon anything as an obscure cause.
+ An officer was carried along by two privates. He was peevish.
+ "Don't joggle so, Johnson, yeh fool," he cried. "Think m'leg is
+ made of iron? If yeh can't carry me decent, put me down
+ andan' let somerelssome one else do it."
+ He bellowed at the tottering crowd who blocked the quick march
+ of his bearers. "Say, make way there, can't yeh? Make way, dickens take it all."
+ They sulkily parted and went to the roadsides. As he was
+ carried itpast they made part remarks to him. when he raged
+ and threatened them, they told him to be damned.
+ The shoulder of one of the tramping bearers
+ oked heavily against the spectralshoulder spectral soldier who
+ staring into the unknown.
+ FlemingThe youth joined this crowd and marched along
+71with it. The torn bodies expressed the awful machinery
+ in which the men had been entangled.
+ Orderlies and couriers occasionally broke through the
+ throng in the roadway, scattering wounded men right
+ and left, galloping on, followed by howls. The mel-
+ ancholy march was continually disturbed by the messengers
+ and sometimes by bustling batteries that came swinging and
+ thumping down upon them, the officiers shouting orders to
+ clear the way.
+ There was a tattered man, fouled with dust, blood
+ and powder-stain from hair to shoes who trudged quietly
+ at Fleming'sthe youth's side. He was listening with eagerness and
+ much humility to the lurid descriptions of a bearded serjeant.
+ His lean features wore an expression of awe and admiration.
+ He was like a listener in a country-store to wondrous tales
+ told among the ssugar-barrels. He eyed the story-teller
+ with unspeakable wonder. His mouth was a-gape in yokel fashion.
+ The serjeant, taking note of this, gave pause to his el-
+ aborate history while he administered a sarcadonic comment.
+ "Be keerful, honey, you'll be a-ketchin' flies," he said.
+ At this,The tattered man shrank back, abashed.
+ After a time, he began to sidle near to Flemingthe youth and
+ in a diffident way, try to make him a friend. His voice
+ was gentle as a girl's voice and his eyes were pleading.
+ Flemingthe youth saw with surprise that the soldier had two wounds
+ , one in the head, bound with a blood-soaked rag and the
+ other in the arm, making that member dangle like a
+ broken bough.
+ After they had walked alongtogether for some time,
+ the tattered man mustered sufficent courage to speak.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he timidly said.
+
+ 72FlemingThe youth, deep in thought, glanced up at the bloody and
+ grim figure with it's lamb-like eyes. "What?"
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?"
+ "Yes," said Flemingthe youth shortly. He quickened his pace.
+ But the other hobbled industriously after him. There was
+ an air of apology in his manner but he evidently thought
+ that he needed only ^to talk for a little time and Fleming
+ would percieve that he was a good fellow.
+ "Was pretty good fight, w'a'nt it?" he began in a
+ small voice. And then to he achieved the fortitude to
+ continue. "Dern me if I ever see fellers fight so. Laws,
+ how they did fight. I knowed th' boys'd lick when they
+ onct got square at it. Th' boys aint had no fair chanct
+ up t' now, but, this time, they showed what they was. I
+ knowed it'd turn out this way. Yeh can't lick them boys.
+ No sir. They're fighters, they be."
+ He breathed a deep breath of humble admiration.
+ He had looked at Flemingthe youth for encouragement several times.
+ He recieved none, but, gradually he seemed to get ab-
+ sorbed in his subject.
+ "I was talkin' 'cross pickets with a boy from Georgie,
+ onct, an' that boy, he ses: 'Your fellers'll all run like hell
+ when they onct hearn a gun,' he ses. 'Mebbe they will,' I ses
+ but I don't b'lieve none of it, 'I ses, ' an' b'jiminy,' I ses
+ back t'um, 'mebbe your fellers'll all run like hell when
+ they onct hearn a gun,' I ses". He larfed". Well they
+ The man Well, they didn't run t'day, did they, hey?
+ No, sir. They fit an' fit an' fit."
+ His homely face was suffused with a light
+ of love for the army which was to him all
+ things beautiful and powerful.
+73After a time, he turned to Flemingthe youth.. "Where yeh
+ hit, ol' boy," he asked in a brotherly tone.
+ FlemingThe youth felt instant panic at this question
+ although at first it's full import was not born
+ in upon him.
+ "What?" he asked.
+ "Where yeh hit?" repeated the tattered man.
+ "Why," began Flemingthe youth, "I--I--that is--why--I--"
+ He turned away suddenly and slid through the
+ crowd. His brow was heavily flushed, and his fingers
+ were picking nervously at one of his buttons. He
+ bentded his head and fastened his eyes studiously
+ upon the button as if it were a little problem.
+ The tattered man looked after him in astonishment.
+IXThe youthFleming^ fell back in the procession until the tattered man
+ soldier was not in sight. Then he started to walk on with others.
+ But he was amid wounds. The mob of men was bleeding.
+ Because of the tattered soldier's question, he now felt that his
+ shame could be viewed. He was continually casting side-long
+ glances to see if the men were contemplating the letters of
+ guilt he felt burned into his brow.
+ At times, he regarded the wounded soldiers in an envious
+ way. He concieved menpersons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
+ happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a little
+ woun red badge of courage.
+ The spectral soldier was at his side like a stalk-
+ ing reproach. The mean's eyes were still fixed in a stare
+ into the unknown. His grey, apalling face had attracted
+ attention in the crowd and men, slowing to his dreary
+ pace, were walking with him. They were discussing his
+ plight, questioning him and giving him advice. In a
+ dogged way, he repelled them, signing to them to go on
+ and leave him alone. There could be seen a certain
+ stiffness in theThe shadows of his face were deepening
+ and his tight lips seemed holding in check the moan of
+ great despair. There could be seen a certain stiffness in
+ the movements of his body as if he were taking infinite
+ care not to arouse the passions of his wounds. And as
+ As he went on, he seemed always looking for a place, like
+ one who goes to choose a grave.
+ Something in the gesture of the man as he waved the
+ bloody and pitying soldiers asideaway, made Flemingthe youth start as if
+75bitten. He yelled in horror. Tottering forward, he laid a
+ quivering hand upon the man's arm. As the latter
+ slowly turned his wax-like features toward him, Fleming screamed.
+ "Gawd! Jim WillikinConklin!"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ made a little common-place smile. "Hello,
+ Flem," he said.
+ FlemingThe youth swayed on his legs and glared strangely. He stut-
+ tered and stammered. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim"--
+ ConklinThe tall soldier held out his gory hand. There was a curious,
+ red and black combination of new blood and old blood upon
+ it. "Where yeh been, P Flem,??" he asked. He continued in a
+ monotonous voice. "I thought mebbe yeh got keeled over. There's
+ been thunder t' pay t'day. I was worryin' about it a good deal."
+ FlemingThe youth still lamented. "Oh, Jim--oh, Jim--oh, Jim".--
+ "Yeh know," said Conklinthe tall soldier,^ "I was out there." He made
+ a careful gesture. "An', Lord, what a circus. An', b'jiming, I
+ got shot--I got shot. Yes, b'jiminy, I got shot." He re-
+ iterated this fact in a bewildered way as if he did not
+ know how it came about.
+ FlemingThe youth put forth anxious arms to assist him but
+ Conklinthe tall soldier. went firmly on as if propelled. The other wounded men
+ Since Fleming's had appeared to Since Fleming'sthe youth's arrival as a
+ help andgaurdian for his friend, the other wounded men
+ had ceased to display much interest. They occupied them-
+ selves again in dragging their tragedies toward the rear.
+ Suddenly, as the two friends marched on, Conklinthe tall soldier
+ seemed to be over-come by a terror. His face turned to a
+ semblance of grey paste. He clutched Fleming'sthe youth's arm
+ and looked all about him, as if fearingdreading to be over-heard.
+ Then he began to speak in a shaking whisper.
+ "I tell yeh what I'm 'fraid of, Flem -- I'll tell yeh what I'm76.'fraid of. I'm 'fraid I'll fall down--an' then yeh know--them
+ damned artillery wagons--they like as not'll run over me.
+ That's what I'm 'fraid of--"
+ FlemingThe youth^cried out to him hysterically. "I'll take keer of yeh,
+ Jim! I'll take keer of yeh! I swear t' Gawd I will."
+ "Sure--will yeh, Flem?" Conklinthe tall soldier^beseeched.
+ "Yes--yes--I tell yeh--I'll take carekeer of yeh, Jim,"
+ protested.^Flemingthe youth.He could not speak accurately because of the gulp-
+ ings in his throat.
+ ButConklinthe tall soldier continued to beg in a lowly way. He now hung
+ babe-like to Fleming'sthe youth's arm. His eyes rolled in the wildness of
+ his terror. "I was allus a good friend t' yeh, w'a'nt I,
+ Flem? I've allus been pretty good feller, aint I? An' it
+ aint much t' ask, is it? Jest t' pull me along outer
+ th' road? I'd do it fer you, wouldn't I, Flem?"
+ He paused in piteous anxiety to await his friend's reply.
+ FlemingThe youth^had reached an anguish where the sobs
+ scorched him. He strove to express his loyality but he
+ could only make fantastic gestures.
+ However, Conklinthe tall soldier^seemed suddenly to forget all
+ those fears. He became again the grim, stalking spectre
+ of a soldeier. He went stonily forward. BFlemingThe youth
+ wished his friend to lean upon him but the other
+ always shook his head and strangely protested. "No--
+ no--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ His look was fixed again upon the unknown. He
+ moved with mysterious purpose.aAnd to all of Fleming'sthe youth's
+ offers he brushed aside. "No--no--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youthhad to follow.after.
+ Presently the latter heard a voice talking softly near
+ his shoulder. Turning he saw that it belonged to the
+ tattered soldier. "Ye'd better take'im outa th' road,
+77pardner. There's a bat'try comin' helitywhoop down th' road an'
+ he'll git runned over. He's a goner anyhow in about five
+ minutes--yeh kin see that. Ye'd better take 'it outa th' road.
+ Where th' blazes does he git his stren'th from?"
+ "Lord knows," cried Fleming.the youth. He was shaking his
+ hands helplessly.
+ PresHe ran forward, presently, and grasped Conklinthe tall youth
+ by the arm. "Jim-! Jim-! he coaxed, "come with me."
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^weakly tried to wrench himself free. "Huh," he
+ said vancantly. He stared at Flemingthe youth for a moment. At
+ last he spoke as if dimly comprehending.
+ "Oh! Inteh th' fields? Oh!"
+ He started blindly through the grass.
+ FlemingThe youth turned once to look at the lashing riders and
+ jouncing guns of the battery. He was startled from this view
+ by a shrill out-cry from the tattered man.
+ "Gawd! He's runnin'!"
+ Turning his head swiftly, Flemingthe youth saw his friend run-
+ -ning in a staggering and stumbling way toward a little
+ clump of bushes. His heart seemed to wrench itself
+ almost free from his body at this sight. He made
+ a noise of pain. He and the tattered man began a
+ pursuit. There was a grotesquesingular race.
+ When he over-took Conklinthe tall soldier, he began to plead with
+ all^thewords he could find. "Jim--Jim--what are yehyou doin'g--
+ -what makes yehyou do this way--yeh'llyou'll hurt yerself."
+ The same mysterious purpose was in Conklin'sthe tall soldier's face.
+ He protested in a dulled way, keeping his eyes fastened on
+ the mystic place of his intentions. "No--no--don't tech
+ me--leave me be--leave me be--"
+ FlemingThe youth, aghast and filled with wonder at Conklinthe tall soldier,
+ began quaveringly to question him. "Where yeh goin', Jim?
+78What yehyou thinkin'g about? Where yehyou goin'g? Tell me, won't yehyou, Jim?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier^ faced about as upon relentless pursuers. In his
+ eyes, there was an aa great appeal. "Leave me be,
+ can't ycan't yeh? Leave me be fer a minnit."
+ Fleming recoiled.The youth recoiled. "Why, Jim," he said, in a dazed way,
+ "what's th'e matter with yehyou?"
+ ConklinThe tall soldier turned and, lurching dangerously, went on. Flem-
+ ingThe youth and the^tattered soldier followed, sneaking as if whipsped,
+ feeling unable to face the stricken man if he^should again
+ confront them. Theny began to have thoughts of a solomn
+ ceremony. There was something rite-like in thiese move-
+ ments of the doomed soldier..aAnd there was a resemblance
+ in him a to a priestdevotee of somea mad religion, blood-suck-
+ ing, muscle-wrenching, bone-crushing. They could not
+ understand; they were awed and afraid. They hung back
+ lest he have at cammand, a dreadful weapon.
+ At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.
+ Hastening up, they percieved that his face wore a look
+ an expression telling that he had at last found the place
+ for which he had sought.struggled. His spare figure was erect; his
+ bloody hands were quietly at his sides. He was waiting
+ with patience for something that was coming.They pausedthat he had come to meet. He was at
+ There wasthe rendezvous. They paused^and stood, expectant.
+ There was a silence.
+ Finally, the chest of the doomed soldier began to
+ heave with a strained motion. It encreased in violence un-
+ til it was wasananias if an animalwerewas within and was kicking and
+ tumbling furiously to be free.
+ This gradual strangulatThis spectacle of a
+ gradual strangulation made Flemingthe youth writhe. Once as
+ and once as his friend rolled his eyes, he saw something
+79in them that made him sink wailing to the ground. He raised his
+ voice in a last, supreme call.
+ "Jim--Jim--Jim--"
+ Conklin^The tall soldier opened his lips. and spoke. He made a
+ gesture. "Leave me be--don't tech me--leave me be--"
+ There was another silence, while he waited., panting.
+ Suddenly, his form stiffened and straightened. Then it
+ was shaken by a prolonged ague. He stared into space. To
+ the two watchers, there was a curious and profound dignity
+ in the firm lines of his awful face.
+ He was invaded by a creeping strangeness that slowly
+ enveloped him. For a moment, the tremor of his legs caused
+ him to dance a sort of hideous horn-pipe. His arms beat
+ wildly about his head in^in expression of imp-like enthusiasm.
+ His tall figure stretched itself to it's full height. There
+ was a slight rending sound. Then heit began to swing for-
+ ward, slow and straight, in the manner of a falling tree.
+ A swift muscular contortion made the left shoulder
+ strike the ground first.
+ The body seemed to bounce a little way from the
+ earth. "Gawd,""God," said the tattered soldier.
+ FlemingThe youth had watched, spell-bound, these rites, thisthis ceremony at the
+ dance.place of meeting. His face had been twisted into an expression of
+ every agony he had imagined for his friend.
+ He now sprang to his feet and, going closer,
+ gazed upon the paste-like face. The mouth was
+ open and the teeth showed in a laugh.
+ As the flap of the blue jacket fell away
+50.80
+ The footsteps that he heardfrom the body, he could see that the side looked as if it
+ had been chewed by wolves.
+ FlemingThe youthsturned, with sudden, livid rage, toward
+ the battle-field. He shook his fist. He seemed a-
+ bout to deliver a phillipic.
+ "Hell--"
+ The red sun was pasted in the sky like a fierce
+ wafer.
+81X___^The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Well, he was reg'lar jim-dandy fer nerve, wwant he," he
+ said he finally in a little awe-struck voice. "A reg'lar
+ jim-dandy. "He thoughtfully poked one of the docile hands
+ with his hands.foot. "I wonner where he got'is stren'th from?
+ I never seen a man do like that before. It was a funny
+ thing. Well, he was a reg'lar jim-dandy."
+ Fleming,The youth^ desired to screech out his grief. He was stabbed.
+ But his tongue lay dead in the tomb of his mouth. He
+ threw himself again upon the ground and began to brood.
+ The tattered man stood musing.
+ "Look-a-here, pardner," he said, after a time. He re-
+ garded the corpse as he spoke. "He's up an' gone, aint'e,
+ an' we might as well begin t' look ^out fer ol' number one. This here thing is all over. He's a up an' gone, aint'e? An' he's all right here. Nobody won't bother'im. Aan' I must say
+ I aint enjoyin'g any great health m'self these days."
+ The youthFleming, awakened by the tattered soldier's tone, looked quickly
+ up. He saw that he was swinging uncertainly on his legs. and
+ that his face had turned to a shade of blue.
+ "Good Lord," he cried, in fear, "you aint goin' t'-- not you, too."
+ The tattered man waved his hand. "Nary die," he said.
+ "All I want is some pea-soup an' a good bed." Some pea-
+ soup," he repeated dream fully .
+ The youthFleming arose from the ground. "I wonder where he came
+ from. I left him over there." He pointed. "An' now I find'im
+ here. An'd he was com in'g from over there, too." He indicated a new direction.
+ They both turned toward the body as if to ask of it a question.
+
+82"Well," at length spoke the tattered man., "Tthere aint
+ no use in our stayin here an' tryin' t' ask him anything."
+ FlemmingThe youth nodded an assent, wearily. They both turned
+ to gaze for a moment at the corpse.
+ FlemmingThe youth^murmured something.
+ "Well, he was a jim-dandy, w'a'nt'e?" said the tattered
+ man as if in response.
+ They turned their backs upon it and started away. For
+ a time, they stole softly, treading with their toes.
+ It remained slaughing there in the grass.
+ "I'm commencin' t' feel pretty bad," said the tattered man,
+ suddenly breaking one of his little silences. "I'm commencin' t'
+ feel pretty damn' bad."
+ FlemmingThe youth groaned. "Oh, Lord!" Was he to be the tortured
+ witness of another grim encounter?
+ But his companion waved his hand. re-assuringly.
+ "Oh, I'm not gain' t' die yit. There too much dependin' on me
+ fer me t' die yit. No, sir! Nary die! I can't! Ye'd ougt
+ oughta see th' swad oa' chil'ren I've got, an' all like that."
+ FlemmingThe youth glancing at his companion could see by the
+ shadow of a smile that he was making some kind of fun.
+ As they plodded on, the tattered soldier continued to
+ wtalk. "Besides, if I died, I wouldn't die th' way that feller
+ did. That was th' funiniest thing. I'd jest flop down, I would.
+ I never seen a feller die th' way that feller did.
+ Yeh know, Tom Jamison, he lives next door t' me
+ up home. He's a nice feller, he is, an' we was all us good
+ friends. Smart, too. Smart as a steel trap. Well, when we
+ was a-fightin' this atternoon, all-of-a-sudden, he begin t'
+ rip up an' cuss an' beller at me. 'Yer shot, yeh
+ blamed, ifnerinfernal, tooty-tooty-tooty-too,' (he swear
+ horrible) he ses t' me. I put up m' hand t' m' head
+
+83 an' when I looked at m' fingers, I seen, sure-'nough,
+ I was shot. I give a holler an' begin t' run but
+ b'fore I could git away, another one hit me in th'
+ arm an' whirl' me clean 'round. I got dumb skeared
+ when they was all a-shootin' b'hind me an' I run t'
+ beat all, but I cotch it pretty bad. I've an an idee
+ I'd a' been fightin' yit, if t'w'a'nt fer Tom Jamison."
+ Then he made a calm announcement. "There's two of
+ 'em--little ones--but they're beginnin' t' have fun with
+ me now. I don't b'lieve I kin walk much furder."
+ They went slowly on in silence. "Yeh look pretty peek-ed
+ yer. self," said the tattered man at last. "I bet yeh've gota
+ worser one than yeh think. Yed better take keer of yer hurt.
+ It t'wontdon't do t'let sech things go. It might be inside,
+ mostly, an' them plays thunder. Where is it located?"
+ But he continued his harangue without waiting for a reply.
+ "I see a feller git hit plum in th' head when my reg'ment
+ was a'standin' at ease onct. An' everybody yelled out t'
+ 'im: "'Hurt, John? Are yeh much hurthurt much?' 'No,' ses he. He
+ looked kinder surprised an' he went on tellin' 'em how he
+ felt. He sed he needntdidn't feel nothin'. But, by dad, th'
+ first thing that feller knowed he was dead. Yes, he was.
+ Dead--stone dead. So, yeh wanta watch out. Yeh might
+ have some queer kinda 'a hurt yerself. Yeh can't never tell.
+ Where is your'n located?"
+ FlemingThe youth^ had been wriggling since the introduction
+ of this topic. He now gave a cry of exasperation and made
+ a furious ^gesturemotion with his hand. "Oh, don't bother me," he said. He was
+ enraged against thatthe tattered man and could have
+ strangled him. Was his companion ever to play such
+ an intolerable part? Was he ever going to up-raise
+
+
+ the ghost of shame on the stick of his curiosity? He turned toward him as a man at bay. "Now, don't bother me," he repeated with desperate menace.
+ "Well, Lord knows I don't wanta bother anybody," said the tattered man. There was a little accent of despair in his voice as he replied. "Lord knows I've gota 'nough m'own t' tend to."
+ The youth, who been holding a bitter debate with himself and casting glances of hate and contempt at the tattered man, here spoke in a hard voice. "Good-bye," he said.
+ The tattered man looked at him in gapeing amazement. "Why--why, pardner, where yeh goin'," he asked unsteadily. Fleming, looked at him, could see that he, too, like that other one, was beginning to act dumb and animal-like. His thoughts seemed to be floundering about in his head. "Now--now--look-a-here you Tom Jamison--now--I won't have this-this here won't do. Where--where yeh goin'?"
+ The youth pointed vaguely. "Over there," he replied.
+ "Well, now, look-a-here--now--" said the tattered man, rambling on in idiot-fashion. His head was hanging forward and his words were slurred. "This thing won't do, now, Tom Jamison. It won't do. I know yeh, yeh pig-headed devil. Yeh wanta go trompin' off with a bad hurt. It aint right--now--Tom Jamison--it aint. Yeh wanta leave me take keer of yeh, Tom Jamison. It aint--right--it aint--fer yeh t' go--trompin' off--with a bad hurt--it aint--aint--aint right--it aint."
+ In reply, the youth climbed a fence and started away. He could hear the tattered man bleating plaintively.
+ Once, he faced about angrily. "What?"
+ "Look-a-here, now, Tom Jamison--now--it aint--"
+85/FlemingThe youth went on. Turning at a distance he saw the tattered
+ man wandering about helplessly in the fields.
+ He now thought that he wished he was dead. He be-
+ lieveved that he envied those men whose bodies lay strewn
+ over the grass of the fields and on the deadfallen leaves of the
+ forest.
+ The simple questions of the tattered man had been
+ knife-thrusts to him. They proclaimedasserted a society that probes
+ pitilessy atuntil at secrets until all is apparent. His
+ late companion's chance persistency made him feel that
+ he could not keep his crime concealed in his bosom. It
+ was sure to be brought plain by one of those arrows which
+ cloud the air and are constantly pricking, discovering, pro-
+ claiming those things which are willed to be forever hidden.
+ He sawadmitted that he could not defend himself against this agency.
+ It was not within human vigilance.
+ Promptly, then, his old rebellious feelings returned. He
+ thought the powers of fate had combined to heap misfortune
+ upon him. He was an innocent victim.
+ He rebelled against the source of things, according
+ to a law, perchance, that the most powerful shall recieve
+ the most blame.
+ War, he said bitterly to the sky, was a make-
+ shift created because ordinary processes could not furnish
+ deaths enough. Man had grown been born ofthedrea
+ wary of the grey skeleton and had expended much of his
+ intellect in erecting whatever safe-guards were possible,
+ so that now he washad long been rather strongly intrenched behind
+ the mass of his inventions. He kept ancalmeye on his
+ bath-tub, his fire-engine, his life-boat, and compelled
+90XI^86--He became aware that the furnace-roar of the battle was grow-
+ ing louder. Great brown clouds had floated to the still heights
+ of air before him. The noise, too, was approaching. The woods
+ filtered men and the fields became dotted.
+ As he rounded a hillock, he percieved that the road-way was
+ now a crying mass of wagons, teams and men. From the heav-
+ ing tangle issued exhortations, cammands, imprecations. Fear
+ was sweeping it all along. The cracking whips bit and horses
+ plunged and tugged. The white-topped wagons strained and
+ stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
+ FlemingThe youth^felt comforted in a measure by this sight. They
+ were all fleeingretreating. Perhaps, then, he was not so bad
+ after all. He seated himself and watched the terror-stricken
+ wagons. They fled like soft, ungainly animals. All the
+ roarers and lashers served to help him to magnify the hordangers
+ and horrorsof anthe engagement that he might try to prove to him-
+ self that the thing with which men chargecould charge
+ him was in truth a symetrical act. There was an a-
+ mount of pleasure to him in watching the wild march of
+ this vindication.
+ Presently, the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appear-
+ ed in the road. It came swiftly on. Avoiding the obstructions
+ gave it the sinuous movement of a serpent. The men at the
+ head butted mules with their musket-stocks. They prodded
+ teamsters, indifferent to all howls. The men forced their way
+ through parts of the dense mass by strength. The blunt head of
+ the column pushed. The raving teamsters swore many strange oaths.
+ The cammands to make way had the ring of a great
+ importance in them. The men were going forward to the
+91heart of the din. They were to confront the eager rush of the enemy.
+ They felt the pride of their onward movement when the whorle ar-
+ my remainder of the army seemed trying to dribble down this
+ road. They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that ist was
+ no matter so long as their column got to the front in time. This
+ importance made their faces grave and stern. And the backs
+ of the officers were very rigid.
+ As heFlemingAs the youth looked at them, the black weight of his woe re-
+ turned to him. He felt that he was regarding a procession of
+ chosen beings. The separation was as great to him as if they
+ had marched with weapons of flame and banners of sun-light.
+ He could never be like them. He could have wept in his longings.
+ He searched about in his mind then for an adequate
+ malediction for the indefinite cause, the things upon which
+ men turn the words of final blame. It--whatever it was
+ --was responsible for him, he said. There lay the fault.
+ The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to
+ fthe forlorn young man to be something much finer that stout
+ fighting. Heroes, he thought, could find excuses in that long
+ seething lane. They could retire with perfect self-respect and
+ make excuses to the stars.
+ He wondered what those men had eaten that they could be
+ in such haste to force their way to grim chances of death. As he
+ watched his envy grew until he thought that he wished to change
+ lives with one of them. He would have like to have used he
+ sa a tremendous force, he said, thrownoff^ himself off and
+ becaome a better. Swift pictures of himself, apart, yet in
+ himself came to him--a blue desperate figure leading
+ lurid charges with one knee forward and a broken
+ blade high--a blue, determined figure standing
+ before a crimson and stelsteel assault, getting
+
+
+ calmly killed on a high place before the eyes of all. He thought of the magnificent pathos of his dead body.
+ These thoughts up-lifted him. He felt the quiver of war-desire. In his ears, he heard the ring of victory. He knew the frenzy of a rapid successful charge. The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war. For a few moments, he was sublime.
+ He thought that he was about to start fleetly for the front. Indeed, he saw a picture of himself, dust-stained, haggard, panting, flying to the front at the proper moment to sieze and throttle the dark, leering witch of calamity.
+ Then the difficulties of the thing began to drag at him. He hesitated, balancing awkwardly on one foot.
+ He had no rifle; he could not fight with his hands, said he, resentfully to his plan. Well, rifles could be had for the picking. They were extraordinarily profuse.
+ Also, he continued, it would be a miracle if he found his regiment. Well, he could fight with any regiment.
+ He started forward slowly. He stepped as if he expected to tread upon some explosive thing. Doubts and he were struggling.
+ He would truly be a worm if any of his comrades should see him returning thus, the marks of his flight upon him. There was a reply that the intent fighters did not care for what happened rear-word saving that no hostile bayonets appeared there. In the battle-blur his face would, in a way, be hidden like the face of a cowled man.
+ But then, he said, that his tireless fate would bring forth, when the strife lulled for a moment, a man to ask of him an explantion. In imagination he felt the scrutiny of his companions as he painfully labored through some lies.
+
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+
+ Eventually, his courage expended itself upon these objections. The debates drained him of his fire.
+ He was not cast-down by this defeat of his plan, for, upon studying the^ affair carefully, he could not but admit that the objections were very formidable.
+ Further, various ailmentsFurthermore, various ailments had begun to cry out. In their presence, he could not persist in flying high with the red wings of war; they rendered it almost impossible for him to see himself in a heroic light. He tumbled headlong.
+ He discovered that he had a scorching thrirst. His face was so dry and grimey that he thought he could feel his skin crackle. Each bone of his body had an ache in it and seemingly
+rthreatened to break. with each movement. His feet were like two sores. Also, his body was calling for food. It was more powerful than a direct hunger. There was a dull, weight-like feeling in his stomach and
+ his headwhen he tried to walk, his head swayed and he tottered. He could not see with distinctness. Small patches of crimson mist floated before his vision.
+ While he had been tossed by many emotions, he had not been aware of ailments. Now they beset him and made clamor. Thedogs of painAs he was at last compelled to pay attention to them, his capacity for self-hate was multiplied. In despair, he declared that he was not like those others. He now conceded it to be impossible that he should ever become a hero. He was a craven
+ lookloon. Those pictures of glory were piteous things. He groaned from his heart and went staggering off.
+ A certain moth-like quality within him kept
+ him^ in the vicinity of the battle. He had a great desire to see, and to get news. He wished to know who was winning.
+94.^^^^He told himself that, withalldespite his unprecedented suffering, he had
+ never lost his greed for a victory, yet, he said, in a half-apol-
+ ogetic manner to his conscience, he could not but know that a
+ defeat for the army this time might mean many favorable
+ things for him. The blows of the enemy would splinter regi-
+ ments into fragments. Thus, many men of courage, he could
+ considered, would be compelled to obliged to desert the colors
+ and scurry like chickens. He would appear as one of them.
+ They would be sullen brothers in distress and he could then
+ easily believe he had not run any further or faster than oth-they.
+ ers. And if he himself could believe in his virtuous perfection,
+ he concieved that there would be small trouble in convincing
+ all others.
+ He said, as if ain excuse for theis punshapedunrecognized hope, that
+ previously the army had encountered great defeats and in a
+ few months had shaken off all blood and memor tradition
+ of it them, emerging as bright asnd valiant as a new one;
+ thrusting out of sight the memory of disaster and appear-
+ ing with the valor and confidence of unconquered legions.
+ The shrilling voices of the people at home would pipe dis-
+ mally for a time but various generals were usually com-
+ pelled to listen to these ditties sad ditties. He of course fetlt
+ no cumpunctions for proposing a general as a sacrifice.,. He
+ could not tell who he the chosen for theaudiencebar for the barbs
+ might be, so he could centre no direct sympathy upon
+ him. The people were afar and he did not concieve public
+ opinion to be accurate at long range. It was quite prob-
+ able they would hit the wrong man who hav after he had re-
+ covered from his amazement would perhaps spend the rest
+ of his days in rwriting Rreplies to the songs of his alleged failure.
+ It would be very unfortunate, no doubt, but in this case,
+ a general was of no consequence to Fleming.
+95In a defeat there lay a moralwould be a roundabout mo vin-
+ dication of himself. He thought it would proceedprove, in a man-
+ ner, that he had fled early becausebecause of his^superior powers of
+ perception. A seriousserious prophet, upon predicting a flood, should
+ be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that
+ he was indeed a seer.
+ A moral thisa vindication was regarded by Fleming as a very im-
+ portant thing. Without salve, he could not, he thought, wear
+ the sore badge of his dishonor through life. With his heart
+ continually assuring him that he was despicable, he could not
+ exist without making it, through his actions, apparent to all men .
+ If the army had gone gloriously on, he would beindeed
+ lost. If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted
+ forward he was a^condemned wretch. He cwould be compelled to
+ doom himself to isolation. If the men were advancing, their
+ indifferent feet were trampling upon his chances for a
+ successful life.
+ As these thoughts went rapidly through his mind, he turned
+ upon them and tried to thrust them away. He denounced him-
+ self as a villain. He said that he was the most unutterably
+ selfish man in existence. His mind pictured the soldiers who
+ would place their defiant bodies before the spear of the yell-
+ ing battle-fieldfiend and as he saw their dripping corpses
+ on an imagined field, he said that he was their murderer.
+ Again he thought that he wished he was dead. He
+ believed that he^envied thea corpses. Thinking of the slain, he
+ achieved a great contempt for some of them as if they
+ were guilty for thus becoming lifeless. They might have
+ been killed by lucky chances, he said, before they had had
+ opportunities to flee or before they had been really
+
+96tested. Yet they would recieve laurels from tradition. He cried out
+ bitterly that their crowns were stolen and their robes of glorious
+ memories were shams. However, he still said that it was a
+ great pity he was not as they.
+ A defeat of the army had suggested itself to him as a
+ means of escape from the consequences of his fall. He con-
+ sidered,, however, now, however, that it was useless to think of
+ such a possibility. His education had beenthat
+ success for that mighty blue machine was certain; that it
+ would make victories as a contrivance turns out buttons.
+ He presently discard ed all his speculations in the other dir-
+ ection. He returned to the creed of soldiers.
+ When he percieved again that it was not possible
+ for the army to be defeated, he tried to be-think him of a
+ fine tale which he could take back to his regiment and
+ with it turn the expected shafts of derision .
+ But, as he mortally feared these shafts, it became impossible
+ for him to invent a tale which he felt he could trust. He experi-
+ mented with many schemes but threw them aside one by one as flimsy.
+ He was quick to see vulnerable places in them all.
+ Furthermore, he was much afraid that some
+ arrow of scorn might lay him mentally low before
+ he could raise his protecting tale.
+ He run, didn't'e? Oh, my!" He recalled various persons
+ who would be quite sure to leave him no peace about it.
+ They would doubtless question him with sneers and
+
+
+ laugh at his stammering hesitation. In the next engagement they would try to keep watch of him to discover when he would run.
+ Wherever he went in camp, he would encounter insolent and lingeringly-cruel stares. As he imagined himself passing near a crowd of comrades, he could hear some one say: "There he goes!"
+ Then, as if the heads were moved by one muscle, all the faces were turned toward him with wide, derisive grins. He seemed to hear some one make a humorous remark in a low tone. At it, the others all crowed and cackled. He was a slang-phrase.
+98XIIIt was always clear to Flemingthe youth that he was entirely different from other
+ men; that his mind had been cast in a unique mold. Hence laws that
+ might be just to the ordinary spectraman, were, when applied to him, peculiar
+ and galling outrages. Minds, he said, were not made all with one
+ stamp and colored green. He was of no general pattern. It was
+ not right to measure his acts by a world-wide standard. The
+ laws of the wronworld were wrong because through the vain
+ spectacles of their makers, he appeared,^with all men, as of thea common
+ size and of a green color. There was no justice on the
+ earth when justice was meant. Men were too puny and prat-
+ tling to know anything of it. If there was a justice, it must be
+ in the hands of a God.
+ He regarded his sufferings as peculiar andunprecedented.
+ No man had ever achieved such misery. There was a melan-
+ choly grandeur in the isolation of his experiences. He saw that
+ he was a speck raising his minute arms against all possible forces
+ and fates which were swelling down upon him in black tem-
+ pests. He could derive some consolation from viewing the sub
+ sublimity of the odds.
+ As he went on, he began to feel that nature, for her part,
+ would not blame him for his rebellion. He still distinctly felt that
+ he was arrayed against the universe but he began to believebelieved now that
+ there was no malice in the vast breasts of his space-filling foes.
+ It was merely law, not merciful to the individual; but just, to
+ a system. Nature had provided the creations with various
+ defenses and ways of escape that they might fight or flee,
+ and she had limited dangers in powers of attack and pursuit
+ that the things might resist or fleehide with a strengthsecurity
+ proportionate to their strength and widswisdom. It was
+
+
+
+
+
+ cruel but it was war. Nature fought for her system; individuals fought for liberty to breathe. The animals had the privilege of using their legs and their brains. It was all the same old philosophy. He could not omit a small grunt of satisfaction as he saw with what brilliancy he had reasoned it out.
+ He now said that, if, as he supposed, his life was being relentlessly pursued, it was not his duty to bow to the approaching death. Nature did not expect submission. On the contrary, it was his business to kick and bite and give blows as a stripling in the hands of a murderer. The law was that he should fight. He would be saved according to the importance of his strength .
+ His egotism made him feel safe, for a time, from the iron hands.
+ It being in his mind that he had solved these matters, he eagerly applied his findings to the incident of his flight from the battle. It was not a fault, a shameful thing; it was an act obedient to a law. It was--
+ But he was aware that when he had erected a vindicating structure of great principles, it was the calm toes of tradition that kicked it all down about his ears. He immediately antagonized then this devotion to the by-gone; this universal adoration of the past. From the bitter pinnacle of his wisdom he saw that mankind not only worshipped the gods of the ashes but that the gods of the ashes were worshipped because they were the gods of the ashes. He percieved with anger the present state of affairs in it's bearing upon his case. And he resolved to reform it all.
+ He had, presently, a feeling that he was the growing prophet of a world-reconstruction. Far down in the untouched depths of his being, among the hidden currents of his soul, he saw born a voice. He concieved a new world modelled by the pain of his life, and in which no old shadows fell blighting upon the temple of thought. And there were many personal advantages in it.
+101105106107108 He saw himself chasing a thought-phantom across the sky
+ before the assembled eyes of mankind. He could say to them that
+ it was an angel whose possession was existence perfected;
+ thaey would declare it to be a greased pig. He had no de-
+ sire to devote his life to proclaiming the angel, when he
+ could plainly percieve that mankind would hold, from gener-
+ ation to generation, to the theory of the greased pig.
+ It would abe pleasure to reform toa docile race. But
+ he saw that there were none and he did not intend to raise
+ his voice against the hooting of continents.
+ Thus he abandoned the world to it's devices. He
+ felt that many men must have so abandoned it, but he
+ saw how they could be reconciled to it and agree to
+ accept the ela stone idols and the greased pigs, when
+ they contemplated the opportunities for plunder.
+ For himself, however, he saw no salve, no reconciling opportuni
+ ties. He was entangled in the errors. He began to rage anew
+ against circumstances which he did not name and against pro-
+ cesses of which he knew only the name. He felt that he was be-
+ ing draggedgrinded beneath stone feet which he wasdespised. The de-
+ tached bits of truth which formed the knowledge of the
+ world could not save him. Misunterpreted, they oftencombatedfailed
+ each other and made mangles of intellect. There was a
+ dreadful, unwritten martyrdom in his state.
+ He made a little asearch for some thing upon which
+ to concentrate the hate of his despair; he fumbled in his man
+ gled intellect to find the Great Responsibility.
+ He again hit upon nature. He again saw thegrim
+ her grim he dogs upon his trail. They were unswerving, mer-
+ ciless and would overtake him at the appointed time. His
+ mind pictured the death of Jim Conklin and in the
+ scene ?he saw the shadows of his fate. Dread
+
+
+
+ words had been said from star to star. An event had been penned by the implacable forces.
+ He was of the unfit, then. He did not come into the scheme of further life. His tiny part had been done and he must go. There was no room for him. On all the vast lands there was not a foot-hold. He must be thrust out to make room for the more important.
+ Regarding himself as one of the unfit, he believed that nothing could exceed for misery, a perception of this fact. He thought that he measured with his falling heart, tossed in like a pebble by his supreme and awful foe, the most profound depths of pain. It was a barbarous process with affection for the man and the oak, and no sympathy for the rabbit and the weed. He thought of his own capacity for pity and there was an infinite irony in it.
+ He desired to revenge himself upon the universe. Feeling in his body all spears of pain, he would have capsized, if possible, the world and made chaos. Much cruelty lay in the fact that he was a babe.
+ Admitting that he was powerless and at the will of law, he yet planned to escape; menaced by fatality he schemed to avoid it. He thought of various places in the world where he imagined that he would be safe. He remembered hiding once in an empty flour-barrel that sat in his mother's pantry. His playmates, hunting the bandit-chief, had thundered on the barrel with their fierce sticks but he had lain snug and undetected. They had searched the house. He now created in thought a secure spot where an all-powerful eye would fail to percieve him; where an all-powerful stick would fail to bruise his life.
+ There was in him a creed of freedom which no contemplation of inexorable law could destroy. He saw himself living in watchfulness, frustrating the plans of the unchangeable, making of fate a fool. He had ways, he thought, of working out his
+
+
+98-104 XII
+ The column that had butted stoutly at the obstaobstacles in the roadway was
+ barely out of Fleming'sthe youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping
+ out of the woods and down through the fields. He knew at once that
+ the steel fibres had been washed from their hearts. They were bursting
+ from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements. They
+ charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
+ Behind them, blue smoke curled and clouded oabove the tree-tops
+ and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.
+ The voices of the cannon were clamoring in interminable chorus.
+ FlemingThe youth was horror-struckstricken. He stared in agony and amazement.
+ He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe. He threw
+ aside his mental pamphlets on the philosophy of the retreated and rules
+ for the guidance of the damneddoomed. He lost concerrn for himself.
+ The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with invincible.
+ strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets,
+ was going to be swallowed and blinded by the overhanging
+ night, was going to be swallowed. War,the red animal, war,
+ the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
+ Within him, something bade to cry out. He had the
+ impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle-hymn but
+ he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--
+ what--what's th' matter?"
+ Soon he was in the midst of them. tThey were leaping and
+ scampering all about him. Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.
+ They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
+ TheyFlemingThe youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped
+ along. His incoherent questions were lost. They were heedless
+ of his appeals. andThey did not seem to see him.
+ They sometimes gabbled insanely. One huge man was
+
+
+ where de plank-road? Where de
+ plank-road." ItIt was as if he had lost a child. He Ht
+wept in his pain and dismay.
+ Presently, men were running hither and thither, in
+ all ways. The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and
+ on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction. Land-
+ marks had vanished into thethedarnessthe gathered gloom.The youth began to
+ imagine that he had gotten into the centre of the tremen-
+ dous quarrel and he couldseeseepercieve no way out of it.
+amongFrom the mouths ofthe fleeing men came a thousand wild questions
+ but no one madereplies answers.
+ Finally, heFlemingThe youth, after rushing about and throw-
+hiing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry,
+ finally aclutched a man by the arm. They swung around
+ face to face.
+ "Why--why--" stammered FlemmingThe youthstruggling with his
+vbalking tongue.
+ The man screamed. "Let'go me! Letgo me!" His face
+ was livid and his eyes were rolling uncontrolled. He was heaving and panting. He still grasped his rifle, perhaps
+ having forgotten to release his hold upon it. He tugged
+ frantically and the youth being compelled to lean for-
+ ward was dragged several paces .
+ "Letgo me! LegtLetgo me!"
+ "Why _ why _" studderedFleming crazilythe youth.
+ "Well, then" _ fawled the man in a livid rage. He
+ adrotly and fiercely holding his rifle. Itsmashedcrushed upon Flemming' head.
+ The man ran on.
+Fleming'sThe youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm. The energy
+was smitten from his muscles. He saw the flaming wings of lightning
+flash before his vision. There was a deafening rumble of thunder
+within his ears head.
+ Suddenly his legs seemed to die. He sank writheing to the
+ground. He tried to arise. In his efforts against the numbing
+pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
+ There was a sinister struggle.
+ Sometimes, he would achieve a position half-erect, battle with
+the air for a moment, and then fall again, his ^weak fingers
+grabbing at the grass. His face was of a clammy pallor. Deep
+groans were wrenched from him .
+ At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands
+and knees and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his
+feet. Pressing hisboth his hands to his headtemples, he went lurching over
+the grass.
+ He fought an intense battle with his body. His dulled
+senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his
+mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if sh he
+should fall upon the field. He went,forward Conklintall soldier-fashion.
+He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be un
+molested. To reach one, he strove against the tide of his pain.
+He put his hand to the Once he timidly touch
+ Once, he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly
+touched the wound. The scratching pain of the contact made him
+draw a long breath through his clenched teeth. His fingers
+were dabbled with blood. He regarded them with a fixed stare.
+ Around him, he could hear the grumble of jolted
+cannon batteries as the scurrving horses were lashed toward
+the front. Once, a young officer on a be-splashed charger
+nearly ran him down. He turned and watched the mass
+of guns, men and horses sweeping through in a wide
+
+
+
+ curve toward a gap in a fence. The officer was making
+ excited motions with a gauntleted hand. The guns followed
+ the teams with an air of unwillingness . of being dragged by the heels.
+ Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and
+ railing like fish-wives. Their scolding voices could be heard
+ above the din. Into the unspeakable jumble in the road-way, rode a
+ squadron of cavalry. The faded yellow of their facings
+ shone bravely. There was a mighty altercation.
+ The artillery were assembling as if for a conference.
+ The blue haze of evening was upon the fields. The lines
+ of forest were long purple shadows. One cloud lay along the west-
+ ern sky partly smothering the red.
+ As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns sud-
+ denly roar out. He imagined them shaking in black rage. They
+ belched and roared like brass devils guarding a gate. The
+ soft air was filled with the tremendous remonstrance. With
+ it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry. Turning to
+ look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illu-
+ mine the shadowy distance. There were subtle and sudden
+ lightnings in the far air. At times, he thought he could
+ see heaving masses of men.
+ He hurried on in the dusk. The day had faded until
+ he could barely distinguish place for his feet. The purple dark-
+ ness was filled with men who lectured and jabbered. Some-
+ times, he could see them gesticulating against the blue,
+ and sombre sky. There seemed to be a great ruck of men
+ and munitions spread about in the forest and in the
+ fields. The little narrow road-way now lay like lifeless. torrent There were over-turned wagons like sun-dried
+ boulders. The bed of the former torrent was choked with the bodies of horses. and the splintered parts of war-
+ machines.
+It had come to pass that his wound pained him but
+ little. He was afraid to move rapidly, however, for a
+ dread of disturbing it. He held his head very still and
+ took many precautions against stumbling. He was filled
+ with anxiety and his face was pinched and drawn in
+ anticipation of the pain of any sudden mistake of his
+ feet in the gloom.
+ His thoughts, as he walked, fixed intently upon his
+ hurt. There was a cool, liquid feeling about it and he
+ imagined blood moving slowly down under his hair. His head
+ seemed swollen to a size that made his neck him think
+ his neck to be inadequate.
+ The new silence of his wound made much worri-
+ ment. The little, blistering voices of pain that had called
+ out from his scalp, were, he thought, definite in their
+ expression of danger. By them, he believed that he could
+ measure his plight. But when they remained ominously
+ silent, he became frightened and imagined terrible fing-
+ ers that clutched into his brain.
+ Amidst it, he began to reflect upon various incidents and
+ conditions of the past. He bethought him of certain meals his
+ mother had cooked at home, in which those dishes of which
+ he was particularly fond had occupied prominent positions.
+ He saw the spread table. The pine walls of the kitchen
+ were glowing in the warm light from the stove. Too, he re-
+ membered how he and his companions used to go from the
+ schoolhouse to the bank of a shaded pool. He saw his
+ clothes in disorderly array upon the grass of the bank. He
+ felt the swash of the fragrant water upon his body.
+ The leaves ot the over-hanging maple rustled with mel-
+ ody in the wind of youthful summer.
+109He was over-come presently by a dragging weariness. His
+ heahead hung forward and his shoulders were stooped
+ as if he were bearing a great bundle. His feet shuf-
+ fled along the ground.
+ He argued wit excusedHe held continuous arguments as to^wether
+ he should lie down and sleep at some near spot, or force
+ himself on until untilhe reached a certain haven. He often
+ tried to dismiss the question but his body persisted in re-
+ bellion and his senses nagged at him like pampered babies.
+ At last, he heard a cheery voice near his shoulder.
+ "Yeh seem t' be in a pretty bad way, boy?"
+ FlemingThe youth ^did not look up but he assented with thick
+ tongue. "Uh."
+ The owner of the cheery voice took him firmly by the
+ arm. "Well," he said, "with a round laugh, "I'm goin' your
+ way. Th' hull gang is goin' your way. An' I guess I kin
+ give yeh a left." They began to walk like a drunken
+ man and his friend.
+ As they went along, the man questioned Flemingthe youth and
+ assisted him with the replies like one manipulating athe
+ mind of a child. Sometimes he interjected anecdotes. "What
+ reg'ment do yeh b'long teh? Eh? What's that? Th' 304th
+ N'York? Why, what corps is that in? Oh, it is? Why, unknownletterI
+ thought they wasn't engaged t'-day--they're 'way over in th' cen-
+ tre. Oh, they was, eh? Well, pretty nearly everybody got their
+ share 'a fightin' t'-day. By dad, I give myself up fer
+ dead any number 'a times. There was shootin' here an'
+ shootin' there, an' hollerin' here an' hollerin' there,
+ in th' damn' darkness, until I couldn't tell t' save m'
+ soul which side I was on. Sometimes I thought I was^sure-
+ 'nough from Ohier an' other times I could 'a swore I
+110was from th' bitter end of Florida. It was th' most mixed up
+ dern thing I ever see. An' these here hull woods is a reg'-
+ lar mess. It'll be a miracle if we find our reg'ments t'-
+ night. Pretty soon, though, we'll meet a-plenty of guards an'
+ provost-guards an' one thing an' another. Ho, there they go with
+ anorfofficer an off'cer, I guess. Look at his hand a-
+ draggin'. He's got all th' war he wants, I bet. He won't go
+ be talkin' so big about his reputation an' all, when they go
+ t' sawin' off his leg. Poor feller. M'y brother's got whisk-
+ ers jest that color. How did yeh git 'way over here any-
+ how? Your reg'ment is a long way from here, aint it?
+ Well, I guess we can find it. Yeh know, there was a fat
+ boy killed in my comp'ny t'-day that I thought th'
+ world an' all of. His nam Jack was a nice feller. By
+ ginger, it hurt like th'under t' see ol' Jack jest git
+ knocked flat. Yeh t We was a-standin' purty peace-
+ able fer a still spell, 'though there was men runnin'
+ ev'ry way all 'round us, an' while we was a-standin'
+ like that, 'long come a big feller fat feller. He be-
+ gan t' peck at Jack's eb elbow an' he ses,: 'Say, where's
+ th' road t' th' river?' An' Jack, he never paid no atten-
+ tion an' th' feller kept on a-peckin' at his elbow an'
+ sayin': 'Say, where's th' road t' th' river?' Jack was a-
+ lookin' ahead all th' time tryin' t' see th' Johnnies comin' through th'
+ woods an' he never paid no attention t' this big fat fel-
+ ler fer a long time but at last he turned 'round an'
+ he ses: 'Alt, go t' hell an' find th' road t' th' river."'
+ An' jest then I a shot slapped him bang on th' side
+ th' head. He was a serjeant, too. Them was his last words.
+ Oh, Lo Thunder, I wish we was sure 'a findin' our
+
+
+ reg'ments t'-night. TIt's goin' t' be long searchin'huntin'. But I
+ guess we kin do it."
+ In the search which followed, the man of the cheery
+ voice seemed, to Fleming, to possess a wand of a magic kind.
+ He threaded the mazes of the tangled forest with a strange
+ fortune. In encounters with guards and patrols he displayed
+ the keenness of a detective and the valor of a gamin.! Obstacles
+ fell before him and became helpsof assistance. Fleming with
+ his chin still on his breast stood woodenly by while his
+ companions beat ways and means out of sullen things.
+ The forest seemed a vast hive of men buzzing'
+ about in frantic circles. The enemy was still beating
+ awayfitfullyaway fitfully and in the darkness intelligentwayofdefense seemed
+ impossible it seemed to Fleming that no intelligent defences
+ cwould be made.
+ The forest seemed a hivevast hivevast of men buzzing about in
+ frantic cir'circles. but the cheery man conducted
+ FlemingThe youth without greatmistakes, until at last he began to chuckle
+ with glee and self-satisfaction. "Ah, there yeh are! See that fire!"
+ FlemingThe youth nodded stupidly.
+ "Well, there's where your reg'ment is. An', now, good-bye,
+ ol' boy, good luck t' yeh."
+ A warm and strong hand clasped Fleming'sthe youth's languid
+ fingers for an instant, laterand, athen he heard a cheer-
+ ful and audacious whistling, as the man strided a-
+ way. As he who so be-friended him was thus passing out
+ of his life, it suddenly occurred to Flemingthe youth that he had not
+ once theothersseen his face.
+112XIV.XIIIFleming
+ The youth went slowly toward the fire indicated by his departedfriend. As he reeled, he bethought him of the welcome his comrades would
+ give him. He had a conviction that he would soon feel in his sore
+ heart the barbed missiles of ridicule. He had no strength to in-
+ vent a tale; he would be a soft target.He made vague
+ He made vague plans to go off into the deeper dark-
+ ness and hide, but they were all destroyed by the voices of
+ exhaustion and pain from his body. His ailments, clamoring,
+ forced him to seek the place of food and rest, at whatever
+ cost.
+ He swung unsteadily toward the fire. He could see the
+ forms of men throwing black shadows in the red light and
+ as he went nearer, beit became known to him in some way,
+ that the ground was strewn with sleeping men.
+ Of a sudden, he confronted a black and nervousmonstrous
+ figure. TheghostA rifle-barrel caught some glinting
+ beams. "Halt--halt." He was dismayed for a moment
+ but he presently thought that he recognized the nervous
+ voice. As he stood tottering before the rifle-barrel, he
+ called out: "Why, hello, Wilson, you--you here?"
+ The rifle bwas lowered to a position of caution and
+ Wilson came slowly forward. He triedtopeered into
+ Fleming's face. "That you, Flem?"
+ "Yes, it's--it's me."
+ "Well, well, Flem, ol' boy," said Wilson, "by gin-
+ ger, I'm glad t' see yeh. I give yeh up fer deada gon-
+ er. I thought yeh was dead sure-enough." There
+ was andhusky emotion in his deavoice.
+113Fleming found that now he could barely stand upon his
+ feet. There was a sudden sinking of his forces..but He
+ He thought he must hasten to produce his protetale to pro-
+ tect him from the impendingmissiles already at the
+ lips of his redoubtable comrade. So staggering before Wil-
+ son he began. "Yes, yes. I've-I've had an awful time.
+ I've been all over. 'Way over on th' right. Ter'ble fightin'
+ over there. I had an awful time. I got separated from
+ th' reg'ment. Over on th' right, I got shot. In th' head.
+ I never see sech fightin'. Awful time. I don't see how
+ I could 'a got separated from th' reg'ment. I got shot, too."
+ Wilson had stepped forward quickly. "What? gGot shot?
+ Why didn't yeh say so first? Poor ol' boy, we must-
+ -hol' on a min nit; what iam I doin'. I'll call
+ Simpson."
+ Another figure at that moment loomed in the gloom.
+ They could see that it was the corporal. "Who yeh talkin to,
+ Wilson?" he demanded. His voice was anger-toned. "Who yeh
+ talkin' to? Yer th' demdest sentinel-why-hello, Flem,
+ you here.? Why, I thought you was dead four hours ago.
+ Great Jerusalem, they keep turnin' up every ten minutes or
+ so. We thought we'd lost fourty-two men by straight
+ count but if they keep on a-comin' this way, we'll git
+ th' comp'ny backall back by mornin'.wh yit-where
+ was yeh?"
+ "Over on th' right. I got separated--" began Fleming
+ with considerable glibness.
+ But Wilson had interrupted hastily. "Yes, an' he got shot
+ in th' head an' he's in a fix an' we must see t' him
+ right away." He putrested his rifle in the hollow of
+114his left arm and his right around Fleming's shoulder.
+ "Gee', it must hurt like thunder," he said.
+ Fleming leaned heavily uponhim."his friend. "Yes,
+ it hurts-hurts a good deal," he replied. There was a
+ faltering in his voice.
+ "Oh," said Simpson. He linked his arm in Fleming's and
+ drew him forward. "Come on, Flem. I'll take keer of'a yeh."
+ Wilson calleAs they went on together, Wilson called
+ out after them. "Put'im t' sleep in my blanket, Simpson.
+ An'--hol' on 'a minnit--here's my catcanteen. It's
+ full 'a coffee. Look at his head by th' fire an' see how it
+ looks. Maybe it's a pretty bad un. When I git relieved
+ in a couple 'a minnits, I'll be over an' see t'him."
+ Fleming's senses were so deadened that Wilson's voice
+ sounded from afar and he could scarcely feel the
+ pressure of Simpson's arm. He submitting passively to
+ the latter's directing strength. His head was in the old
+ manner hanging forward upon his chestbreast. His knees
+ wobbled.
+ Simpson led him into the glare of the fire.
+ "Now, Flem," he said, "let's have look at yer ol' head."
+ Flemming sat down obediently and Simpson, laying
+ down his rifle began to fumble in the bushy hair of his
+ comrade. He was obliged to turn the other's head so that
+ the full flush of the fire-light would beam upon it.
+ He puHe puckered his mouth with a critical air. He
+ drew back his lips and whistled through his teeth
+ when his fingers came in contact the splashed blood
+ and the rare wound.
+ "Ah, here we are," he said. He awkwardly
+115made further investigations. "Jest as I thought," he added,
+ presently. "Yeh've been grazed by a ball. It's raised a
+ queer lump jest as if some feller had lammed yeh
+ on th' head with a club. It stopped a-bleedin' long
+ time ago. Th' most about it is that in th' mornin',
+ yeh'll feel that a nunumber-ten hat wouldn't fit yeh.
+ An' your head'll allbe all het up an' feel as dry
+ as burnedburnt pork. An' yeh may git a lot 'a other
+ sicknesses, too, by mornin'., but Yeh can't never tell.
+ Still, I don't much think so. It's jest a damn' good
+ belt on th' head an' nothin' more. Now, you jest sit
+ here an' don't move, while I go rout out th' relief. Then
+ I'll send Wilson t' take keer 'a yeh."
+ SimpsonThe corporal went onaway.FlemingThe youth remained on the
+ ground like a parcel. He stared withstupid e
+ vacanta vacant look into the fire.
+ After a time, he aroused, for some part, and
+ the whythings about him began to take form. He
+ saw that ground aboutin the deep shadows was
+ cluttered with men, sprawling in every concievable
+ posture. Glancing narrowly into the more distant
+ darkness, he caught occasional glimpses of facesvisages that
+ loomed pallid and ghostly, lit with a phosphorescent
+ glow. These faces expressed in their lineslines the deep
+ stupor of the tired soldiers. ItThey made them appear like
+ men drunk with wine. This bit of forest mightshe
+ have appeared to an ethereal wanderer as thea scene of
+ the result of some frightful debauch.
+ On the other side of the fire, Flemmingthe youth observed an
+ officer asleep, seated with his backbolt up-right with
+ his back against a tree. There was something perilous in his
+116position. He's Badgered by dreams, perhaps, he swayed with
+like little bounces and starts like a tired, oldan old, toddy-stricken grandfather
+ in a chimney corner. Dust and stains were upon his
+ face. His lower l jaw hung down as if lacking strength
+ to assume it's normal position. He was the picture of an
+ exhausted soldier after a feast of war.
+ He had evidently gone to sleep with his sword in
+ his arms. These two had slumbered in an embrace. But
+ the weapon had been allowed, in time, to fall unheeded
+ to the ground. The brass-mounted hilt lay in contact
+ with some burning sticksparts of the fire.
+ Within the rose-gleam gleam of rose and or-
+ ange light from the burning sticks were other soldiers, snor-
+ ing, and heaving, or lieing death-like in slumber.
+ legs struckstraight legsA few pairs of legs were stuck forth, rigid and straight.
+ The wshoes displayed the mud andor dust of marches,
+ and bits of rounded trousers, protruding from the
+ blankets, showed rents and tears from hurried pitchings
+ through the dense brambles.
+ The fire crackled musically. From it swelled
+ light smoke. Over-head, the foliage moved softly. TheThe
+ foli leaves with their faces turned toward the blaze, were
+ colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red.
+ Far off to the right, ana window-like opening through a window in the forest
+ could be seen the starsseen a handful of stars laying,
+ gglike glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.
+ Occasionally, a in the bivouac in this ,low-,arched
+ hall, a soldier would arouse and turn his body to a
+ new position, the experience of his I sleep having taught
+ him of uneven and objectionable places upon the ground
+ ud under him. Or, perhaps, he would lift himself
+117^^to a sitting posture.,, blink at the fire for an unintelli-
+ gent moment, threowthrow a swift glance at his prostrate com-
+ panion and then cuddle down again with a grunt of
+ sleepy content.
+ FlemingThe youth sat in a forlorn heap until Wilsonhis friend, the loud young soldier came,
+ swinging two canteens caby their light strings. "Well, now,
+ Fleming, ol' boy," said the latter, "we'll have yeh fixed up in jest about a minnit."
+ He had the bustling ways of an ameteur nurse.
+ He fussefussed around the fire and stirred the sticks
+ to greater exertto brilliant exertions. He made his
+ canteenpatient drink largely from the canteen that contained
+ the coffee. It was to Flemingthe youth a delicious ddraught. He
+ The dtilted his head and afar back and held theitthe canteen long to
+ his lips. The coldcool mixture went caressingly down his
+ blistered throat. Having finished, he sighed with
+ comfortable delight.
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier watched him^^his comrade with an air of satisfaction.
+ He, later, produced an extensive handkerchief from his
+ pocket. He folded it into a manner of bandage and
+ soused water from the other canteen upon the middelemiddle of
+ it. This crude arrangement he bound over Flemingthe youth's head,
+ tieing the ends in a queer knot at the back of the neck.
+ "There," he said, moving off and surveying his deed,"
+ "yeh look like th' devil but I bet yeh feel better."
+ FlemingThe youth looked at his friend with grateful eyes. ThUp-
+ on his acheing and swelling head, the cold clothe
+ like thea tender woman's hand.
+ "Yeh don't holler ner say nothin'," remarked Wilsonhis friend,
+ approvalapprovingly. "I know I'm a blacksmith at takin'
+ keer of'a sick folks an' yeh never squeaked. Yer
+118^^a good un, Flem. Most 'a men would 'a been in th'
+ hospital long ago. A shot in th' head aint foolin' bus-
+ iness."
+ FlemingThe youth made no reply but began to fumble with
+ the buttons of his jacket. W
+ "Well, come, now," continued Wilsonhis friend, "come on. I
+ must put yeh t' bed an' see that yeh git a good night's rest.
+ FleminThe other got carefully erect and Wilsonthe loud young soldier led
+ him among the sleeping forms lieing in groups and rows. Presently
+ he stooped and picked up his over-coblanketsfrom the ground. He
+ pspread outthe rubber one upon the ground and placed
+ the woolen one about Fleming'sTthe youth's shoulders.
+ "There now," he said, "lie down an' git some sleep."
+ Fleming,lay down,The youth with his manner of dog-like obedience.got carefully down like a crone stooping.
+ He stretched out with a murmur of relief. and comfort. The
+ ground felt like the^ softest couch.
+ But of a sudden, he ejaculated. "Hal' on a minnit.
+ Where yeh goin' t' sleep?"
+ WilsonHis friend waved his hand impatiently. "Right down there
+ by yeh."
+ "Well, but hol' on a minnit," continued Flemingthe youth^. "What yeh
+ goin' t' sleep in? I've got you'ryour--"
+ WilsonThe loud young soldier snarled. "Shet up an' go aon t' sleep. Don't be
+ makin' a damn' fool 'a yerself," he said, severely.
+ After this reproof, Flemingthe youth said no more. An exquisite drow-
+ siness had spread through him. The warm comfort of the
+ blanket enveloped him. and made a gentle languor. His head
+ fell forward on his crooked arm and his weighted lids went softly
+ down over his lieyes. Hearing a spluttersplatter of musketry from the dis-
+ tance, he wondered indifferently if those men sometimes slept.
+ He gave a long sigh, snuggled down into his blanket and in
+ a moment, was like his comrades.
+
+119
+
+ ChapterXVXIV
+ When the youthFlemming awoke, it seemed to him that he had been
+ asleep for a thousand years and he felt sure that he opened
+ his eyes upon an unexpected world. Theg Grey mists ofwere
+ slowly shifting before the first efforts of the sun-rays.
+ An impending splendor could be seen in the eastern sky.
+ An icy dew had chilled his face and immediately upon
+ arousing he curled further down into his blanket. He stared, for
+ a while, at the leaves over-head, moving in a heraldic
+ wind of the day.
+ He heard the noise of a fire crackeling briskly in the
+ cold air and turning his head listlessly he saw Wilsonand
+ busily puttering about a small target.Many other figures
+
+
+ The distantwasdistance was in a state of splintering and blaring, with the
+ noise of fighting. with a deadly perisistency. There was in it
+ the sound, an expression of a deadly persistency as if it
+ were not to cease
+ had not began and was not to cease.
+ Near him About him, were the rows and groups of men
+ that he had dimly seen the night beforeprevious night. They were getting
+ a last draught of sleep before the qu awakening. The gamt gaunt,
+ care-worn faces and dusty figures were made plain by this quaint light at the dawning but it dressed the skin of the men in corpse-like hues and made
+ the tangled limbs seemappear pulseless and dead. It seemed The scene seemed
+ to be a dreary prophecy aFlemmingThe youth started up with a
+ strangelittle cry when his eyes first swept over this mot
+ ionless mass of men, thick-spread upon the ground, pallid
+ and in strange postures. His disordered mind interpreted
+ this h the hall of the forest as a charnel place. and
+120hHe believed for an instant that he was in athesplandhouse of the dead
+ and he dareddid not dare to move lest these corpses start
+ up, squalliing and sqawking. In a second, however, he
+ achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated
+ oath at himself. He saw that this sombre picture
+ was not a fact of the present, but amere^ prophecy.
+ Hethe heard then^ the noise of a fire crackling briskly in
+ the cold air and turning his head,listlessly he saw Wilson
+ pottering busily about a small blaze. A few other figures moved in the fog and,from off, he heard the
+ hard cracking of axe-blows.
+ Suddenly, there was adull hollow rumble of drums.
+ A distant bugle sang faintly.TheseSimilar sounds, varying in
+ strength,went came from near and far over the forest.
+ The bugles called to each other like brassenbrazen game-cocks. The near
+ thunder of the regimental drums rolled.
+ The body of men in the woods rustled. There was a
+ general up-lifting of heads. A murmuring of voices broke
+ upon the air. In it there was much bass of grumbling
+ oaths. An officer's'Strange gods were addressed in con-
+ demnation of the early hours necessary to correct war. An
+ officer's peremptory tenor rang out and quickened the
+ stiffened movement of the men. The tangled limbs unravelled.
+ and The corpse-hued faces were hidden behind fists that
+ twisted slowly inthe eye-sockets. It was the soldier's bath.
+ Fleming sat up and gave vent to an enormous yawn.
+ "Thunder," he remarked, petulantly. He rubbed his eyes and
+ then putting up his hand felt carefully of the bandage over his wound.
+121WilsonHis friend, percieving him,to be^ awake, came from the fire. "Well,
+ Flem, ol' man, how do yeh feel this mornin'," he demanded. The youthFlemming yawned again. Then he puckered his mouth in-
+ toaanto a pto a pucke to a bitter pucker. His truhead
+ in truth felt precisely like a melon and there was an
+ unpleasant sensation at his stomach.
+ "Oh, Lord, I feel pretty bad," he said.
+
+ "Thunder," exclaimed the otherWilson, "I hoped yedyeh'ed feel all
+ right this mornin'. Let's see th' bandage--I guess it's
+ slipped." He began to tinker at the wound in rather a
+ clumsy way until suddenly the youthFlemming exploded.
+ "Gosh-dern it," he said in irsharp irritation, "you're
+th'e cha hangest man I ever seeaw. You wear muffs on yerour
+ hands. Why Iin good-thundernation cain't yehyou be more
+ easy. I'd rather you'dyed stand off an throw guns at it. Now,
+ go slow, an' don't act as if youyeh^ was nailin'g down carpet."
+ He glared with insolent cammand at his friendWilson but
+ the latter answeredspoke soothingly. "Well, well, come now, an' git
+ some grub," he said. "Then, maybe, yeh'll feel better."
+ At the fire-side, the loud young soldier,Wilson's watched hover his comrade's wants
+ with tenderness and care. He was very busy, marshalling the
+ little, black vagabondsof^ tin-cups and pouring into them, the
+ steaming, iron-colored mixture from a sooty small and sooty
+ tin-pail. He had some fresh meat which he roasted hur-
+ riedly upon a stick. He sat down andthen and contemplated
+ Flemmingthe youth'sappitite appietite with glee.
+ FlemmingThe youth took note of a remarkable change in his
+ comrade since those days upon the riverof camp-life upon the river-bank.
+ There He seemed no more to be continually regarding the propor-
+ tions of his personal prowess. He was not jealous offurious at small words
+ that pricked his conciets. He was,not a youth.no more, a loud young soldier
+122There was about him now a fine reliance. He shoulshowed
+ a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities. And this in-
+ ward assuranceconfidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to
+ little words of other men aimed at him.
+ Fleming thought.The youth reflected. He had been accustomedused to regardingWilson
+ his comrade^as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexper-
+ ience, thoughtless, head-strong, jealous, and filled with a
+ tinsel babecourage. A swaggering babe accustomed to strut
+ in his own door-yard. FlemingThe youth^wondered where had been
+ born these new eyes.; when his comrade had made the
+ great discovery that there were many men who would re-
+ fuse to be subjected by him. HeApparently, Wilsonthe other had now
+ climbed a peek of wisdom from which he could percieve him-
+ self as a very wee thing. And Flemingthe youth saw that, ever after,
+ his friend wouldit would be easier to live inin his friend's neighborhood.
+ AfWilsonHisHis comrade^balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his
+ knee. "Well, Flem," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
+ D'yeh th' chancesthink we'll wallop'iem?"
+ FlemingThe youth considered for a moment. "Day-b'fore-yes-
+ teirday," he finally replied with boldness, "youyeh would 'vea bet
+ yeh'd lickyedyou'd lick th' hull kit-an'-boodle all by yerself."
+ WilsonHis friend^looked a trifle amazed. "Would I?" he asked.
+ He pondered. "Well, perhaps, I would," he decided at last.
+ He stared humbly at the fire.
+ FlemingThe youth was quite disconcerted at this surprising
+ reception of his remarks. "Oh, no, yehyou wouldn't either," he
+ said, hastily trying to retrace.
+ But the other made a depriecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Flem," he said. "I believe I was a pretty
+ big fool in those days." He spoke as after a lapse
+ of years.
+1223There was a little pause.
+ "All th' offi'cers say we've got th' rebelsrebs in a pretty tight box,"
+ said Wilsonthe friend, clearing his throat in a common-place way. "They
+ all seenm t' think we've got'em jest where we want'em."
+ "I don't know about that," Flemingthe youth replied. "What I
+ seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way
+ about. From where I was, it looked as if we was gittin' a
+ good poundin' yestirday."
+ "D'yeh think so?" enquired Wilsonthe friend. "I thought we han
+ handled 'em pretty rough yestirday."
+ "Not a bit," said Flemingthe youth. "Why, lord, man, yehyou
+ didn't see nothin'g 'aof the' fight. Why--" Then a sudden thought
+ came to him. "Oh! Jim Conklin's dead."
+ His friendWilsonThe youth started. "What? Is he? Jim Conklin?"
+ FlemingThe youth spoke slowly. "Yep. He's dead. Shot in th' side."
+ "Yeh don't say so. Jim Conklin.?. . . . Poor cuss."
+ Men All about them were other littlesmall fires surround-
+ ed by men with their little black utensils. From one of these
+ , near, came sudden sharp voices in a row. It appeared that two
+ light-footed soldiers had been teasing a huge bearded man, caus-
+ ing him to spill his coffee upon his blue knees. The man had
+ gone into a rage and swor had sworn comprehensively.
+ Stung by his language, his tormentors had immediately bristled
+ at him with a great show of resenting unjust oaths. Possibly
+ there was going to be a fight.
+ WilsonThe friend arose and went over to them making pac-
+ ific motions with his arms. "Oh, here, now, boys, what's th'
+ use?" he said. "We'll be at th' rebs in less'n an'an hour.
+ What's th' good 'a fightin' 'mong ourselves."
+ One of the light-footed sl soldiers turned upon him
+ red faced and violent. "Yeh needn't come around here
+124.with yer preachin'. I s'pose yeh don't approve 'a fightin'
+ since Charley Morgan licked yeh but I don't see what bus-
+ iness this here is 'a yours or anybody else."
+ "Well, it aint," saidWilsonthe youth'sfriend^ mildly. "Still I hate t' see--"
+ There was a tangled argument.
+ "Well, he--" said the two, indicating their opponent with
+ injured airs.an accusative fore-fingers.
+ The huge soldier was quite purple with rage. He pointed
+ at the two soldiers with his great hand, extended claw-like.
+ "Well, they--"
+ But during this argumentative time, the desire to deal
+ blows seemed to pass, although they said much to each other.
+ Finally Wilsonthe friend^ retwithreturned to his old seat.and
+ In a short while, the three antagonists could be seen to-
+ gether in an amiable bunch.
+ "Jimmie Rogers ses I'll have t' fight him after th'
+ battle t'-day," announced Wilsonthe friend as he again seated himself.
+ "He's hses he don't allow no interferin' in his business. I
+ hate t' see th' fellers fboys fightin' 'mong themselves."
+ FlemingThe youth laughed. "Yer changed a good bit. Yeh aint at
+ all like yeh was. I remember when you an' that Irish
+ feller--" he stopped and laughed again.
+ "No, I didn't used tot' be that way," said Wilsonhis friend,
+ thoughtfully. "That's true 'nough."
+ "Well, I didn't mean--" began Flemingthe youth..
+ "WilsonThe friend^ made another deprecatory gesture. "Oh, yeh
+ needn't mind, Fleming."
+ There was another little pause.
+ "Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," beganremarkedWilsonThe friend.,
+ eventually. "I thought 'a course they was all dead but, laws,
+ they kep a-comin' back last night until it seems, after all,
+
+
+ we didnt lose but a few. They'd been scattered all over, wanderin' around in th' woods, fightin with other reg'ments an' everything. Jest like you done."
+ "So?" said the youth.
+ He went into a brown mood. He thought with deep contempt of all his grapplings and tuggings with fate and the universe. It now was evident that a large proportion of the men of the regiment had been, if they chose, capable of the same quantity of condemnation of the world and could as righteously have taken arms against everything. He laughed.
+ He now rejoiced in a view of what he took to be the universal resemblance. He decided that he was not, as he had supposed, a unique man. There were many in his type. And he had believed that he was suffering new agonies and feeling new wrongs. On the contrary, they were old, all of them, they were born perhaps with the first life.
+ These thoughts took the element of grandeur from his experiences. Since many had had them there could be nothing fine about them. They were now ridiculous.
+ However, he yet considered himself to be below the standard of traditional man-hood. He felt abashed when confronting memories of some men he had seen.
+ These thoughts did not appear in his attitude. He now considered the fact of his having fled, as being buried. He was returned to his comrades and unimpeached. So despite the little shadow of his sin upon his mind, he felt his self-respect growing strong within him. His pride had almost recovered it's balance and was about
+
+
+ XVI
+ The regiment was standing at order-arms at the side of a lane, waiting for the cammand to march when suddenly the youth remembered the little packet enwrapped in a faded yellow envelope which the loud young soldier with lugubrious words had entrusted to him. It made him start. He uttered an exclamation and turned toward his comrade.
+ "Wilson!"
+ "What?"
+ His friend, at his side in the ranks, was thoughtfully staring down the road. From some cause, his expression was at that moment, very meek. The youth, regarding him with sidelong glances, felt impelled to change his purpose. "Oh, nothin'," he said.
+ His friend turned his head in some surprise. "Why, what was yeh gain' t' say." "Oh, nothin'," repeated the youth.
+ He resolved not to deal the little blow. It was sufficient that the fact made him glad. It was not necessary to knock his friend on the head with the misguided packet.
+ He had been possessed of much fear of his friend for he saw how easily questionings could make holes in his feelings. Lately, he had assured himself that the altered comrade would not tantalize him with a persistent curiosity but he felt certain that during the first period of leisure his friend would ask him to relate his adventures of the previous day.
+ He now rejoiced in the possession of a small weapon with which he could prostrate his comrade at the first signs of a
+128cross-examination. He was master. HIt would now be he
+ who could laugh and shoot the shafts of derision.
+ WilsonThe friend had, in a weak hour, shpoken with sobs
+ of his oratown death. He had delivered a melancholy oration
+ previous to his deathfuneral and had, doubtless, presentedin
+ the packet of letters, presented various keep-sakes to friends
+ relatives. But he had not died, and thus he had de-
+ livered himself into the hands of his friendthe youth.
+ HeFlemmingThe latter felt immensely superior to Wilsonhis friend but he
+ inclined to condescension. He adopted toward him an
+ air of patronzizing good-humor.
+ His self-pride was now entirely restored. ItIn
+ the shade of it's wflourishing growth, he stood with braced
+ and self-confident legs, and since nothing had beencould now be
+ discovered, he did not shrink from an encounter with
+ the eyes of judges, and allowed no mite of self con
+ thoughts of his own to keelp him from an attitude
+ of manfulness. He had performed his mistakes in the
+ dark, so he was still a man.
+ Indeed,as I when he tho remembered his wea
+ fortunes of yesterday, and looked at them from a distance
+ he began to see something fine there. He had lincense
+ to be pomlpous and veteran-like.
+ AllhHis panting agonies of the past he put out of his
+ sight. The long tirades against nature he now believed to be
+ sillyfoolish comlpositions born of his condition. He did not
+ altogether repudiate them because he did not remember all
+ that he had said.and He was inclined to regard the his
+ fevered self with an indulgent smile. He was inclined
+ to regard his past rebellions with an indulgent smile. They
+ were all right in their hour, perhaps.
+
+
+ In the present, he declared to himself that it was only the doomed and the damned who roared with sincerity at nature. Few, but they, ever did it. A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or, even with the ways of society. Let the unfortunates rail; the others may play marbles.
+ Since he was comfortable and contented, he had no desire to set things straight. Indeed, he no more contended that they were not
+ straight. How could they be crooked when he was restored to a requisite amount of happiness. There was a slowly developeing conviction that in all his red speeches he had been ridiculously mistaken. Nature was a fine thing moving with a magnificent justice. The world was fair and wide and glorious. The sky was kind, and smiled tenderly, full of encouragement, upon him.
+ Some poets now recieved his scorn. Yesterday, in his misery, he had thought of certain persons who had written. Their remembered words, broken and detached, had come piece-meal to him. For these people he had then felt a glowing, brotherly regard. They had wandered in paths of pain and they had made pictures of the black landscape that others might enjoy it with them. He had, at that time, been sure that their wise, contemplating spirits had been in sympathy with him, had shed tears from the clouds. He had walked alone, but there had been pity, made before a reason for it.
+ But he was now, in a measure, a successful
+
+
+ man and he could no longer tolerate in himself a spirit of fellowship for poets. He abandoned them. Their songs about black landscapes were of no importance to him since his new eyes said that his landscape was not black. People who called landscapes black were idiots.
+ He achieved a mighty scorn for such a snivelling race.
+ He felt that he was the child of the powers. Through the peace of his heart, he saw the earth to be a garden in which grew no weeds of agony. Or, perhaps, if there did grow a few, it was in obscure corners where no one was obliged to encounter them unless a ridiculous search was made. And, at any rate, they were tiny ones.
+ He returned to his old belief in the ultimate, astonishing success of his life. He, as usual, did not trouble about processes. It was ordained, because he was a fine creation. He saw plainly that he was the chosen of some gods. By fearful and wonderful roads he was to be led to a crown. He was, of course, satisfied that he deserved it.
+ He did not give a great deal of thought to these battles that lay directly before him. It was not essential that he should plan his ways in regard to them. He been taught that many obligations of a life were easily avoided. The lessons of yesterday had been that retribution was a laggard and blind. With these facts before him he did not deem it necessary that he should become feverish over the possibilities of the ensuing twenty-four hours. He could leave much to chance.
+
+131.
+ Beside, a faith in himself had secretly blossomed.
+ There was a little flower of confidence growing
+ within him. He was now a man of experience.
+ He had been out among the dragons, he said, and
+ he assured himself that they were not so hideous
+ as he had imagined them. Also, they were inac-
+ curate; they did not sting with precision. A stout
+ heart often defied; and, defying, escaped .
+ And, furthermore, whyhow could they kill
+ him who was the chosen of gods and doomed to
+ greatness.
+ He remembered how some of the men had run
+ from theirthe battle. As he recalled their terror-
+ struck faces he felt a scorn for them. They had
+ surely been more fleet and more wild than was
+ absolutely necessary. They were weak mortals. As for
+ himself, he had fled with discretion and dignity.
+ He was aroused from this reverie by Wilsonhis friend
+ who having hitched about nervously and blinked at the
+ trees for a time, suddenly coughed in an introductory
+ way, and spoke.
+ "Fleming! "
+ "What?"
+ WilsonThe friend put his hand up to his mouth and coughed
+ again. He fidgeted in his jacket.
+ "Well," he gulped, at last, "I guess yeh might
+ as well give me back them letters." Dark, prickling
+ blood had flushed into his facescheeks and brow.
+ "All right, Wilson," said Flemingthe youth. He unloosened
+ loosened two buttons of his coat, thrust in his hand
+ and brought forth the opacket.
+132^As he extended it to Wilsonhis friend, the latter's face was turned
+ from him.
+ He had been slow in the act of producing the
+ packet because during it he been trying to invent a
+ soremarkable comment upon the affair. He^could conjure
+ nothing of sufficient point. He was compelled to allow
+ Wilson^his friend to escape unmolested with his packet. And
+ for this he took unto himself considerable credit. It
+ was a generous thing.
+ WilsonHis friend at his side, seemed suffering great shame.
+ As he contemplated him, Fleming^the youth felt his heart grow
+ more strong and stout. He had never been compelled
+ to blush in such manner for his acts.; he was an
+ individual of extraordinary virtues.
+ He reflected, with condescending pity: "Too bad! Too
+ bad! Th' poor devil, it makes him feel tough!"
+ After this incident, and as he reviewed the battle-scenespictures
+ he had seen, he felt quite competent to goreturn home and make the
+ hearts of the people glow with talesstories of war. He could see himself
+ in a room of warm tints telling tales to listeners. He could ex-
+ hibit laurels. They were insignificant; still, in a district and
+ at a time where laurels were infrequent, they might shine.
+ He saw his gapeing audience picturing him as the
+ central figure in blazing scenes. And he imagined the
+ consternation and the ejaculations of his mother and the
+ young lady at the seminary as they drank his recitals.
+ Their vague feminine formula for l beloved ones
+ doing brave deeds on the field of battle without
+ risk of life, would be destroyed.
+133XVIIA sputtering of musketry was always was in the airto be heard. Later,
+ the cannon thehad entered the dispute. In the fog-fined
+ air, their voices made a sputteringthudding sound. ThusThe rever-
+ berations were continual. This part of the world led a
+ strange, battleful existence.
+ Flemming'sThe youth'sregregiment was marched to relieve a cam-
+ mand that had lain long in some damp trenches. The
+ men took positions behind a curving line of rifle-pits
+ that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the
+ line of woods. Before them was a level stretch, peo-
+ pled with short, deformed stumps. From the woods be-
+ yond, came the dull popping of the skirmishers and
+ pickets, firing in the fog. OffFrom the right
+ came the noise of a terrific racketfracas.
+ The men cuddled abovebehind the small em-
+ bankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their
+ turn. Many had their backs to the firing. The youth's
+ friend lay down, buried his face inarein his arms, and al-
+ mostly instantly, it seemed, he was in a deep sleep.
+ FlemmingThe youth leaned his breast against the brown
+ dirt and peered over at the woods o and up and down
+ the line. Curtains of trees interfered with his ways of
+ vision. He could see the low line of trenches but for
+ a short distance. A few idle flags perwere perched
+ on the dirt-hills. Behind them were rows of dark bodies
+ with a few heads sticking curiously over the top.
+ AmousAlways the noise of skirmishers came from
+ the woods on the front and left, and fromthe din on
+ the right had grown to frightful proportions. The
+ guns were roaring without an instant's pause for
+
+ 134.
+ breath. It seemed that the canonon had come from all
+ parts and were engaged in a stupendous wrangle. It be-
+ came impossible to make a quwo a sentence heard.
+ FlemingThe youth wished to makelaunch a joke.--a quotation from newspapers. He desired to say: "All
+ quiet on the Rappahanock.," but the guns refused to per-
+ mit even a comment upon their up-roar. He never
+ successfully concluded the sentence for, when they ceased he had forgotten itsuccessfully concluded the sentence.
+ But at last, the guns stopped and among the men in the rifle-pits, rumors a-
+ gain flowedflew, like birds,. but they were now for the most
+ part, black and croaking creatures who flapped their
+ wings drearily near to the ground and refused to rise
+ on any wings of hope. The men's faces grew doleful
+ from the interpreting of many omems. Tales of hesitation
+ and uncertainty on the part of those high in place, and
+ responsibility, came to their ears. Stories of disaster
+ were born in to their minds with many proofs. This
+ din of musketrydin on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed
+ and emphasized the army's plight.
+ The men were disheartened and began to mutter.
+ They made gestures expressive of the sentence: "Ah,
+ what more can we do."" And it could always be seen
+ that they were bewildered by the alleged news and could
+ not fully comprehend a defeat.
+ Before the grey mists had been totally obliterated
+ by the sun-rays, the regiment was marching in a spread
+ column that was retiring carefully through the woods. The
+ disordered, hurrying lines of the enemy could sometimes
+ be seen down through the groves and little fields.
+ They were yelling, shrill and exultant.
+
+
+ At this sight, the youth forgot many personal matters and became greatly enraged. He exploded in loud sentence. "B'jiminy, we're generaled by a lot 'a lunkheads."
+ "More than one feller has said that t'-day," observed a' man.
+ His friend, recently aroused, was still very drowsy. He looked behind him until his mind took in the meaning of the movement. Then he sighed. "Oh, well, I s'pose we got licked," he remarked, sadly.
+ The youth had a thought that it would not be handsome for him to freely condemn other men. He made an attempt to restrain himself but the words upon his tongue were too bitter. He presently began a long and intricate denunciation of the cammander of the forces.
+ "Mebbe, it w'a'nt all his fault--not all together. He did th' best he knowed. It's our luck t' git licked often," said his friend in a weary tone. He was trudging along with stooped shoulders and shifting eyes like a man who has been caned and kicked.
+ "Well, don't we fight like th' devil? Don't we do all that men kin?" demanded the youth loudly.
+ He was secretly dumb-founded at this sentiment when it came from his lips. For a moment his face lost it's valor and he looked guiltily about him. But no one questioned his right to deal in such words, and, presently, he recovered his air of courage. He went on to repeat a statement he had heard going from group to group at the camp that morning. "Th' brigadier sed he never see a new reg'ment fight th' way we fit yestirday, didnt he? An' we didn't no better than many another reg'ment, did we? Well, then, yeh can't say it's th' army's fault, kin yeh?"
+In his reply, Wilson'sthe friend's voice was stern. "'A course not," he
+ said,. "No man dare say we don't fight like th' devil. No man
+ will ever dare say it. Th' boys fight like devilhell-roosters.
+ But still-still, we don't have no luck."
+ "Well, then, if we fight like theth' devil an' don't ever
+ hawhip, it must be th' general'general's fault," said Flemingthe youth
+ grandly and decisively. "AndAn' I don't see noany sense in
+ fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin' andan' fightingfightin', yit allusyet always lossinglossin' through
+ some derned oldol' lunkhead of 'a general."
+ A sarcastic man who was tramping at Fleming'sthe youth's
+ side, then spoke lazily. "Mebbe yeh think yeh fit th' hull
+ battle yestirday, FlemingFlemin'," he remarked.
+ The speech pierced the youth.
+ He was reduced toInward, he was reduced to abjectionsan abject pulp by these
+ chance words. His legs quaked privately. He cast a frigh-
+ tened glance at the sarcastic man.
+ "Why, no," he hastened to say in a conciliatory voice,
+ "I don't think I foughtfit theth' hullwhole battle yestirday."
+ But the other seemed innocent of any deeper mean-
+ ing. Apparently, he had no information.
+ "Oh", he said as if relieved, "I thought maybe you did."It was merely his habit.
+ "Oh," he merelyreplied in the same tone of calm derision.
+ FlemingThe youth, nevertheless, felt a threat. His mind shrank
+ from going near to the danger and, thereafter, he was silent.
+ The significance of the sarcastic man's words took from
+ him all moodsloud moods that mightwould make him appear prom-
+ inent. He became suddenly a modest man.
+ There was low-toned andtalk among the troops.
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+ The officers were impatient and snappy, their countenances
+ clouded with the tales of misfortune. The troops, sifting
+ through the forest, were sullen. In Fleming's company
+ once, a man's laugh rang out. A dozen soldiers
+
+
+ turned their faces quickly toward him and frowned with vague displeasure.
+ The noise of firing dogged their foot-steps. Sometimes, it seemed to be driven a little way but it always returned again with increased insolence. The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in it's direction.
+ In a clearer space, the troops were at last halted. Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
+ This noise, following like the yelpings of eager, metallic hounds increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings. The woods began to crackle as if a-fire.
+ "Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are. Everybody fightin'. Blood an' destruction."
+ "I was willin t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who cammanded the youth's company. He jerked without mercy at his little moustache. He strode to and fro with dark dignity in the rear of his men who were lieing down behind whatever protection they had collected.
+ A battery had trundled into position in the rear and was thoughtfull v shelling the distance. The regiment, unmolested as yet, awaited the moment when the grey shadows of the woods before them should be slashed by the lines of flame. There was much growling and swearing.
+138"Good Gawd," Flemingthe youth^grumbled, "we're allusalways bein'g
+ chased around like rats. It makes me sick. Nobody seems
+ t'o know where we go neror why we go. HWe jeust giet fired a-
+ round from pillerpillar t'o post an'd giet licked here an'd giet
+ licked there an'd nobody knows what it's done feor. It
+ make a man feel like a kitdamn' kitten in a bag.
+ Now, I'd like t'o know what th'e eternal thunders we
+ was marched intehinto these herewoods feor, anyhow, ^unless it
+ was t'o give th'e rebs a reg'ular pot-shot at us. We
+ came in here an'd got our legs all tangled up in these
+ herecussed briars an'd then we begian t'o fight an'd th'e rebs
+ had an easy time of it. Don't tell meMe it's jestjust luck.
+ I know better. It's this derned ol'd--
+ WilsonThe friend^seemed jaded but he interrupted his comrade
+ with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all
+ right in th' end," he said.
+ "Oh, th'e devil it will. You allusalways talk like dod
+ a dog-hanged parson. Dont tell Me. I know--"
+ At this time, there was an tinterposition by the sav-
+ age-youngage-minded lieutenant who was obliged to vent some of his
+ inward dissatisfaction upon his men. "You boys shut
+ right up. There no need 'a your wastin your breath
+ in long-winded arguments about this an' that an' th'
+ other. You've been jawin' like a lot 'a old hens.
+ All you've got t' do is to fight an' you'll get plenty
+ 'a that t' do in about ten minutes. Less talkin'
+ an' more fightin' is what's best fer you boys.
+ I never saw sech gabbling jack-asses."
+ He paused, for a momentready to pounce upon
+ any man who had themight have the temerity to
+ reply. No words being said, he continuedresumed his
+139his dignified pacing.
+ "There's too much chin-music an' too little
+ fightin' in this war, anyhow," he said to them, turning
+ his head for a final remark.
+ The day had grown more untilwhite until the sun
+ shed itshis full radiance upon theearth thronged
+ forest. A sort of a gust of battle came sweeping toward
+ theat part of the line where lay Fleming's regiment. The
+ front shifted a trifle to meet it squarely. There was
+ aa moment's pause a wait it was a wait. In this
+ part of the field there wpassed slowly the intentintense moments
+ that precede the tempest.
+ A single rifle flashed in a thicket before the regiment.
+ In an instant, it was joined by many others. There was
+ sweepa mighty song of clashes and crashes that
+ went sweeping through the woods. The batteguns in
+ the rear, aroused and enraged by shells that had
+ been thrown burr-like at them, invsuddenly in-
+ volved themselves in a hideous altercation with
+ another band of guns. The battle-roar settled to a
+ rolling thunder which was a single, long explosion.
+ In the Fleming'sregiment, there a peculiar kind of
+ hesitation denoted in the attitudes of the men. They were
+ worn, exhausted, having slept but little, and labored
+ much. They trolled their eyes strangleytoward the ad-
+ vancing battle as they stood awaiting the shockMany.
+ seemed tied to stakesSome shrank and flinched.
+ They stood as men tied to stakes.
+
+
+ XVIII
+ This ofadvance of the enemy had seemed to Flemingthe youth like a
+ ...huntingruthless hunting. He began to fume with rage and exasperation.
+ He stampedbeat his foot upon the ground and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke
+ that was approaching like a phantom flood. There was a mad
+ dening Therequality in this seeming resolution of the foe to
+ give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think. Yesterday, he had fought and had fled rapidly. There manyhad been
+ many adventures. For to-day he felt that he had earned op
+ portunities for contemplative repose. He could have enjoyed
+ portraying to unitiated spelisteners various scenes at which he
+ had been a witness, or, tably discussing the processes of
+ war with other proven men. Too, it was important that he
+ should have time for physical recuperation. He was sore and stiff
+ from his experiences. He had hadrecieved his fill of all exertions and he wished to rest.
+ But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they
+ were fighting with their old speed. He had a wild hate for the rlrelentless foe. Yesterday, when he had imagined the un
+ iverse to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big
+ gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred. He was not going to be badgered of his life like a
+ kitten chased by boys, he said. It was not well to drive men into
+ final corners; at those moments, they could all develop teeth
+ and claws.
+ He leanedover, and spoke into Wilson'shis friend's ear. He men
+ aced the woods with a gesture. "If they keep on a-chasin'
+ us, by Gawd, they'd wantabetter watch out. Can't stand too much."
+ WilsonThe friend twisted his head and made a calm reply. "If
+ they keep on a-chasin' us, they'll drive us all inteh th' river."
+
+
+ The youth cried out savagely at this statement. He crouched be
+ hind a little tree, with his eyes burning balefully and his teeth
+ set in a cur-like snarl. The awkward bandage was still about
+ his head and, upon it, over his wound there was a spot of dry
+ blood. His hair was wondrously towsled and some strag
+ gling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down
+ toward his forehead. His jacket and shirt were open at the neck
+ and exposed his young, bronzed neck. There could be seen
+ spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
+ His fingers twined nervously about his rifle. He wished
+ that it was an engine of annihilating power. He felt that he and his
+ companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convictions
+ that they were poor and puny.
+ His knowledge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his
+ rage into a dark and stormy spectre that possessed him and
+ made him dream of abominable cruelties. The tormentors were
+ flies sucking insolently at his blood and he thought that he
+ would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces
+ in pitiful plights.
+ The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment
+ until the one rifle, instantly followed by brothers, flashed in
+ it's front. A moment later, the regiment roared forth it's sud
+ den and valiant retort. A dense wall of smoke settled slowly
+ down. It was furiously slit and slashed by the knife-
+ like fire from the rifles.
+ To the youth, the fighters were like animals tossed for
+ a death-struggle into a dark pit. There was a sen
+ sation that he and fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always
+ pushing fierce onslaughts of creatures who were slippery.
+ Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the
+ bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with
+ ease and come through, between, around and about, with
+ unopposed skill.
+
+
+ When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
+ The blue, smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake, stepped upon. It swung it's ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
+ The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet. He did not know the direction of the ground. Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily. He was up again immediately. One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time. He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot. But the suspicion flew away at once. He did not think more of it.
+ He had taken up a first position behind the little tree with a direct determination to hold it against the world. He had not deemed it possible that his army could that day succeed and, from this, he felt the ability to fight harder. But the throng had surged in all ways until he lost directions and locations, save that he knew where lay the enemy.
+ The flames bit him and the hot smoke broiled his skin. His rifle-barrel grew so hot that, ordinarily, he could not have born it upon his palms but he kept on stuffing cartridges into it and pounding them with his clanking, bending ram-rod. If he aimed at some changing form through the smoke, he pulled his trigger with a fierce grunt as if he were dealing a blow of the fist with all his strength.
+ When the enemy seemed falling back before him and his fellows, he went instantly forward, like a dog who seeing his foes lagging, turns and insists upon being pursued. And when he was compelled to retire again, he did it slowly, sullenly, taking steps of wrathful despair.
+
+
+ Once, he, in his intent hate, was almost alone and was firing when all those near him had ceased. He was so engrossed in his occupation that he was not aware of a lull.
+ He was re-called by a hoarse laugh and a sentence that came to his ears in a voice of contempt and amazement. "Yeh infernal fool, don't yeh know enough t' quit when there aint anything t' shoot at? Good Gawd!"
+ He turned then and pausing with his rifle thrown half into position, looked at the blue line of his comrades. During this moment of leisure, they seemed all to be engaged in staring with astonishment at him. They had become spectators. Turning to the front again, he saw, under the lifted smoke, a deserted ground.
+ He looked, bewildered, for a moment. Then there appeared upon the glazed vacancy of his eyes, a diamond-point of intelligence. "Oh," he said, comprehending.
+ He returned to his comrades and threw himself upon the ground. He sprawled like a man who has been thrashed. His flesh seemed strangely on fire and the sounds of the battle continued in his ears. He groped blindly for his canteen.
+ The lieutenant was crowing. He seemed drunk with fighting. He called out to the youth. "By heavens, if I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach outa this war in less'n a week." He puffed out his chest with large dignity as he said it.
+ Some of the men muttered and looked at the youth in awe-struck ways. It was plain that as he had gone on loading and firing and cursing without the proper intermission, they had found time to regard him. And they now looked upon him as a war-devil.
+^^^144WilsonThe friend came staggering to him. There was some fright and
+ dismay in his voice. "Are yeh all right, ?ingingFlem Do yeh feel
+ all right? There aint nothin' th' matter with yeh, Flem, is there?"
+ "WNNo," said fleming^the youth with difficulty. His throat seemed
+ full of knobs and burrs.
+ These incidents made Flemingthe youth ponder. HeItIt was revealed
+ to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
+ fought like a^ pagan who defends his religion. ItIHRegard-
+ ing oit, he saw that it was fine, wild and, in some
+ ways, easy. He had been a tremendous figure, no doubt.
+ By this struggle, he had over-come obstacles which he
+ had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen like paper
+ peaks and he was now what he called a hero. And he
+ had not been aware of the process,..hHHe had gone toslept and,
+ awakening, found himself a knight.
+ He lay and basked in the occasionalthesmilesofstares of his comrades.
+ Their faces were varied in degree of blackness from the
+ burned powder. Some were utterly smudged. They were
+ reeking with perspiration and bretheir breaths came hard
+ and wheezing. And from these soiled expanses they peered at him.
+ "Hot work! GHHot work!" cried the younglieutenant
+ deliriously. He walked up and down restless and eager.
+ Sometimes, his voice could be heard in a wild, incom-
+ prehensible laugh.
+ When he had a particularly profound thought up-
+ on the science of war, he always unconsciously ad-
+ dressed himself to Flemingthe youth.
+ There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
+ "By thunder, I bet this army'll never see an-
+ other new reg'ment like us."
+
+
+ "You bet!
+ 'A mandog, a woman, an' a walnut tree,
+ 'Th' mmore yeh beat' em, th' better they be,'
+ That's like us."
+ "Lost a piler men., they did. If an' ol' woman
+ swep' up th' t woods, she'd git a dust-pan full."
+ "Yes, an' if weshe'll come around ag'in in 'bout
+ an' hour she'll git a pile more."
+ The wforest still bore it's burden of clamor.
+ From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the
+ musketry. Each distant thicket seemed a strange
+ porcupine with quills of flame. A cloud of dark
+ smoke as from a smouldering ruins went up to
+ toward the sun now bright and gay in the
+ blue, enamelled sky.
+
+
+ XIX
+ The ragged line had respite for some minutes but during it's pause, the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushings of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmosphere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness and their throats craved water.
+ There was one, shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps, he had been calling out during the fighting also but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woful complaints of him upon the ground.
+ "Who is it? Who is it?"
+ "It's Jimmie Rogers! Jimmie Rogers."
+ When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesitation seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantastic contempt and he damned them in shreiked sentences.
+ The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately, canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body into the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.
+ They made a hurried search for the supposed stream but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.
+
+
+ From their position as they again faced toward the place of the fighting, they could, of course, comprehend a greater amount of the battle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurlying smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making grey clouds which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foliage they could see the roof of a house. One window, glowing a deep, murder-red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice, a tall, leaning tower of smoke went far into the sky.
+ Looking over their own troops, they saw mixed masses slowly getting into regular form. The sun-light made twinkling points of the bright steel. To the rear, there was a glimpse of a distant road-way as it curved over a slope. It was crowded with retreating infantry. From all the interwoven forest arose the smoke and bluster of the battle. The air was always occupied by a blaring.
+ Near where they stood, shells were flip-flopping and hooting. Occasional bullets buzzed in the air and spanged into tree-trunks. Wounded men and other stragglers were slinking through the woods.
+ Looking down an aisle of the grove, Fleming and his companion saw a jangling general and his staff almost ride upon a wounded man who was crawling on his hands and knees. The general reined strongly at his charger's opened and foamy mouth and guided it with dexterous horsemanship past the man. The latter scrambled in wild and torturing haste. His strength evidently failed him as he reached a place of safety. One of his arms suddenly weakened, and he fell, slideing over upon his back. He lay stretched out, breatheing gently.
+ A moment later, the small, creaking cavalcade was directly in front of the two soldiers. Another officer, riding with the skilful abandon of a cow-boy, galloped his horse to a position directly before the general. The two unnoticed
+148^^foot-soldiers made a little show of going on but they lingered near in
+ the desire to over-hear the conversation. Perhaps, they thought,
+ some great, inmeinner historical things would be said.
+ The general, whom the boys knew as the cammander of
+ their division, looked at the other officer coollyand spoke, coolly, as if
+ he were criticising his clothes. "Th' enemy's formin' over there
+ for another charge," he said. "It'll be directed against Whiterside,
+ an' I fear they'll break through there unless we work like
+ th under t' stop them."
+ The other offswore at his restive horse and then cleared his
+ throat. He made a gesture toward his cap. "It'll be hell t' pay
+ stoppin' them," he said, shortly.
+ "I thinkpresume so," remarked the general. Then he began
+ to talk rapidly and in asa lower tone. He frequently illustrated
+ his words with a pointing finger. The two infantrymen could
+ hear nothing until finally he asked: "What troops can you spare?"
+ The officer on thewho rode like a cow-boy reflected for an
+ instant. "Well," he said, "I had to order in th' 12th to help
+ th' 76th an' I haven't really got any. But's there's th' 304th.
+ They fight like a lot 'a mule-drivers. I can spare them best of any."
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend exchanged glances of astonishment.
+ The general spoke abruptlysharply. "Get'em ready then. I'll
+ watch developments from here an' send you word when t'
+ start them. It'll happen in five minutes."
+ As the other officer tossed his fingers toward his cap and, startedawaywheeling his horse,started away,
+ the general wheeled hishorse and started awaythe general called out to him in
+ a sober voice: "I don't believe many of your mule-drivers
+ will get back."
+ The other shouted something in reply. He smiled.
+ With scared faces, Flemingthe youth and his companion, hurried back
+ to the line.
+149These happenings had occupied an incredibly short time yet theFlem
+ youthingsawfelt that in them he had been made aged. New eyes were giv
+ en to him. And the most startling thing was to learn suddenly
+ that he was very insignificant. The officer spoke of the regiment
+ as if he referred to a broom. Some part of the woods needed sweeping,
+ perhaps, and he merely indicated a broom in a tone properly indifferent to
+ it's fate. It was war, no doubt, but it appeared strange.
+ As the two menboys approached the line, the younglieutenant
+ percieved them and swelled with wrath. "Fleming--Wilson
+ --how long does it take yeh git water, anyhow--where yeh been--"
+ But his oration ceased as he saw their eyes of Wilson which
+ were swelledlarge with agreat tales. "We're goin' t' charge--we're gain'
+ t' charge," cried the privatethe youth's friend, hastening with his news.
+ "Charge?" said the younglieutenant. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!
+ Now, this is real fightin'." Over his soiled countenance there
+ went a boastful smile. "Charge? Well, b'Gawd!"
+ A little group of soldiers surrounded the two youths. "Are
+ we, sure-'nough? Well, I'll be dearned. Charge? What fer?
+ What ?at? Wilson, you're lyin'."
+ "I hope to' die," said Wilsonthe youth, pitching his tones to the key
+ of angry remonstrance. "Sure as shooting', I tell yehyou."
+ And Fleminghis friend spoke in reinforcement. "Not by a blame
+ sight, he aint lyin'. We heard'em talkin."
+ They caught sight of two mounted figures a short distance
+ from them. One was the colonel of the regiment and the other
+ was the officer who had recieved orders from the cammander of
+ the division. They were gesticulating at each other. Wilson
+ pointing at them, withinterpreted the scene.
+ One mansoldier had a final objection: "How could yeh
+ hear'em talkin'," but the maen, for a large part, nodded,
+ admitting that previously the two friends had spoken truth.
+150They settled back into reposeful attitudes with airs of having
+ accepted the matter. And they mused upon it, with a if hun-
+ dred varieties of expression. It was an interesting engrossing
+ thingd to think about. Many tightened their belts carefully
+ and hitched at their trousers.
+ A moment later, the officers began to bustle among the
+ men, pushing them into a more compact mass and into a
+ better alignment. They chased those that straggled and fumed at a
+ few men who did seemed to show by their attitudes, that they had decided to re-
+ main at that spot. They were like critical sheperds strug-
+ gling with sheep.
+ Presently, the regiment seemed to draw itself up and heave
+ a deep breath. None of the men's faces were mirrors of large
+ thoughts. The soldiers were bended and stooped like sprinters
+ before a signal. Many pairs of glinting eyes peered from the
+ grimey faces toward the curtains of the deeper woods. They
+ seemed to be engaged in deep calculations of time and distance.
+ They were surrounded by the noises of the monstrous
+ altercation of between between the two armies. The world was fully inter-
+ ested in other matters. Apparently, the regiment had it's
+ small affair to itself.
+ Fleming The youth, turning, shot a quick, enquiring glance til at
+ Wilson his friend. The latter returned to him the same manner of
+ look. They were the only ones who possessed an inner know-
+ ledge. "Mule-drive'rs--hell t' pay--don't believe many
+ will get back." It was an ironical secret. Still, they saw
+ no hesitation in each other's faces and they nodded a
+ mute and unprotesting assent when a shaggy man
+ near them said in a meek voice: "We'll git swallered."
+XX 151
+
+ FlemmingThe youth stared at the foliageland in front of him. Its foliages
+ now seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the ma-
+ chinery of orders that started the charge, although from the cor-
+ ners of his eyes, he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-
+ horseback, come galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly, he felt
+ a straining and heaving among the men. The line fell slowly
+ forward like a toppling wall and with a convulsive gasp
+ that was intended for a cheer., the regiment began it's
+ journey. flemmingThe youth was pushed and jostled for a moment
+ before he understood the movement at all but directly he
+ lunged forwardahead and began to run.
+ He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of
+ trees where he had concluded the enemy where to be withmet,
+ and he ran toward it as toward a gaol. He had believed,
+ throughout that it was amere question of getting over an
+ unpleasant matter as quickly as possible and he ran des-
+ perately as if pursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard
+ and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a
+ lurid glare. And with his soiled and disordered dress, his red
+ and inflamed features surmounted by the dingy rag with it's
+ spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and banging ac-
+ coutrements, he looked to be an insane soldier.
+ As the regiment swung from it's position out into a
+ cleared space, the woods and thickets before it, awakened. Yellow
+ flames slleaped toward it from evemany directions. The forest made a tremendous objection.
+ The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right
+ wing swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left.
+ Afterward the centre careered to the front until the regiment
+ was a wedge-shaped mass but an instant later, the oppos-
+ ition of the bushes, trees and uneven places on the ground
+split the cammand and scattered it into detached clusters.
+ The youth, light-footed was unconsciously in advance. His
+ eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near
+ it the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little
+ flames of rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was
+ in the air and shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tum-
+ bled directly into the middle of a hurrying group and ex-
+ ploded in crimson fury. There was an instant's spectacle of
+ a man, almost over it, throwing up his hands to shield his eyes.
+ Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies.
+ The regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
+ They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was
+ an effect like a revelation in the new appearance of the
+ landscape. Some men working madly at a battery were
+ plain to them and the opposing infantry's lines were de-
+ fined by the grey walls and fringes of smoke.
+ It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each
+ blade of the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that
+ he was aware of every change in the thin, transparent va-
+ por that floated idly m sheets. The brown or grey
+ trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
+ And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and
+ sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
+ headlong, to queer, heaped up corpses, all were comprehended.
+ His mind took a mechanical but firm impressions, so that, after-
+ ward, everything was pictured and explained to him, save
+ why he himself was there.
+ But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.
+ The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheer-
+ ings, mob-like and barbaric, but tuned in strange
+ keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic. It made
+ a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of
+
+
+ checking itself before granite and brass. There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason, perhaps, why Fleming wondered, afterward, what reasons he could have had for being there.
+ Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men. As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect. The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished, they returned to caution. They were become men again.
+ The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles and he thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
+ The moment the regiment ceased it's advance, the protesting splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill, came level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in the air.
+ The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, over-come them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a strange pause and a strange silence.
+
+
+ Then above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the roar of the lieutenant. His strode suddenly forth, his infantile features black with rage.
+ "Come on, yeh fools," he bellowed. "Come on! Yeh can't stay here. Yeh must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be understood.
+ He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
+ The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like sheep. They seemed suddenly to. bethink them of their weapons and at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers they began to move forward. The regiment involved like a cart involved in mud and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men stopped, now, every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner moved slowly on from trees to trees.
+ The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin leaping tongues and off to the right an ominous demonstration could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke, lately generated, was in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass, the youth wondered what would confront him on the further side.
+ The cammand went
+155.painfully forward until an open space interposed between them and
+ the lurid lines. Here, crouching and cowering behind some trees,
+ the men clung with desperation as if threatened by a wave. They
+ looked wild-eyed, and as if amazed, at this furious dis-
+ turbance they had stirred. In the storm, there was an iron-
+ ical expression of their importance. The faces of the men,
+ too, could be seenshowed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for
+ being there. It was as if they had been driven. It was
+ the dominant animal failing to remember in thecritical
+ supreme moments, the forceful causes of various superficial
+ qualities. The whole affair seemed incomprehensible to many
+ of them.
+ As they halted thus, the youthfullieutenant again began to
+ bellow profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bul-
+ lets, he went about^ coaxing, berating and bedamning. His lips, that
+ were habitually in a soft and child-like curve, were now writhed
+ into unholy contortions. He swore by all possible dieeities.
+ "Once, he grabbed Flemingthe youth by the arm. "Come aon, yeh lunk-
+ head," he roared. "Come on. We'll all git killed if we
+ stay here. We've o'ny got t' go across that lot. An' then--"
+ The remainder of his idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
+ Fleming^The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His
+ mouth was puckered in doubt and awe.
+ "Cer'ly! Jest 'cross th' lot! We can't stay here," screamed
+ the lieutenant. In his frenzyhHe poked his face close to Flemingthe youth
+ and waved his bandaged hand. "Come on.!" Presently, he
+ grappled with him as if for a wrestling bout. It was as if
+ he planned to drag Flemingthe youth by the ear on to the assault.
+ The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation a-
+ gainst his officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
+ "Come on yerself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
+ challenge in his voice.
+ They galloped together down the regimental front.The
+ friend scrambled after them. In front of the colors, the three men
+ began to bawl. "Come on! Come on!" They danced and
+ gyrated like tortured savages.
+ The flag, obedient to these appeals, bended it's glittering
+ form and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision
+ for a moment and then with a long, wailful cry, the delap
+ itated regiment surged forward and began it's new journey.
+ Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful
+ of men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it in
+ stantly sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke
+ hung before them. A mighty banging made ears valuless.
+ The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods
+ before a bullet could discover him. He ducked his head low
+ like a foot-ball player. In his haste, his eyes almost
+ closed and the scene was a wild blur. Pulsating saliva
+ stood at the corners of his mouth.
+ Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a
+ love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near
+ him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It
+ was a goddess, radiant, that bended it's form with an im
+ perious gesture to him. It was a woman, red and white,
+ hating and loving, that called him with the voice of his hopes.
+ Because no harm could come to it, he endowed it with
+ power. He kept near as if it could be a saver of
+ lives and an imploring cry went from his mind.
+ In the mad scramble, he was aware that the
+ color-serjeant flinched suddenly as if struck by a blud
+ geon. He faltered and then became motionless, save
+ for his quivering knees.
+
+
+ He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant, his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it, stout and furious, but the color-serjeant was dead and the corpse would not relinquish it's trust. For a moment, there was a grim encounter. The dead man, swinging with bended back seemed to be obstinately tugging, in ludicruos and awful ways for the possession of the flag.
+ It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high and the curved hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.
+
+^^^
+ XXI
+ When the two youths turned with the flag, they saw that
+ much of the remainderregiment had crumbled away and the dejected remnant
+ was coming slowly back. The men having hurled themselves in
+ projectile-fashion, had presently expended their forces. They
+ slowly retreated with their faces still toward the spatteringspluttering
+ woods and their hot rifles still replying to the din. Sev-
+ eral officers were giving orders, their voices keyed to screams.
+ "Where in hell yeh goin'?" the youthfullieutenant was
+ asking in a sarcastic howl. And a red-bearded officer,
+ whose voice of triple brass could plainly be heard, was cam-
+ manding: "Shoot in to'em! Shoot in to'em, Gawd^damn their souls."
+ There was a melee of speeches in which the men were or-
+ -dered to do conflicting and impossible things.
+ Fleming and WilsonThe youth and his friend^had a small scuffle over the flag.
+ "Give it t' me." "No--let me keep it." Each felt satisfied with
+ the other's possession of it but each felt bound to declare by
+ an offer to carry the emblem, his willingness to further
+ risk himself. FlemingThe youth roughly pushed his friend away.
+ The regiment felt back to the stolid trees. There it
+ halted for a moment to blaze at some dark forms that had
+ begun to steal upon it's track. Presently^it resumed it's march again
+ curving among the tree-trunks. By the time, the depleted re-
+ giment had ^again reached againthe first open space, they were
+ recieving a fast and merciless fire. There seemed to be
+ mobs all about them.
+ TheThe greater part of the men, discouraged, their spirits worn by the
+ turmoil, acted as if stunned. They accepted the pelting of
+ the bullets with bowedbowed and weary heads. It was
+ of no purpose to strive against walls. It was of no use
+ to batter themselves against granite. And from this con-
+ sciousness that they had attempted theto conquer an 159unconquerable thing, there seemed to arise a feeling that they
+had been betrayed. They glowered with bent brows but dan-
+gerously upon some of the officers, more particularly upon
+the red-bearded one with the voice of triple brass .
+However, the rear of the regiment was fringed with
+men who continued to shoot irritably at the advancing foes. They seemedwere
+resolved to make every trouble. TheHe was still youthful lieuten-
+ant was perhaps the last man in the disordered mass. His for-
+gotten back was toward the enemy. He had been shot in the
+arm. It hung, straight and rigid. Occasionally he would
+cease to remember it and be about to emphasize an oath
+with a sweeping gesture. The multiplied pain caused him
+to swear with incrediable power.
+The youthFleming had went along with slipping, uncertain feet. He kept
+watchful eyes rear-ward. A scowl of mortification and rage
+was upon his face. He thad thought of a fine revenge upon the
+officer who had referred to him and ashis fellows as mule-drivers.
+But he saw that it could not come to pass. His dreams had
+collapsed when the mule-drivers, dwindling rapidly, had wavered
+and hesitated on the little clearing and then had recoiled. And
+now the retreat of the mule-drivers was a march of shame
+to him.
+A dagger-pointed gaze from without his blackened gface
+was held toward the enemy but his greater hatred was rivetted
+upon the man, who, not knowing him, had called him a mule-
+driver. SWhen he knew that he and his comrades had failed to do
+anything in successful ways that might bring thethe little pangs of a
+kind of remorse upon the,officer, Flemingthe youth allowed the rage of the
+baffled to possess him. This cold officer upon a monument who
+dropped hisepithets coldlyunconcernedly down, would be finer as a dead man,
+Fleminghe thought. So grievous did he think it that he could never
+possess the secret right to taunt truly. in return.answer.
+160He had pictured red letters of a curious revenge. "We are
+ mule-drivers, are we?" And now he was compelled to throw them away.
+ He madeSo He presently wrappedhisin the heart in the cloak of his pride and kept
+ the flag erect. He harangued his fellows, pushing against their
+ chests with his free hand. To theose he knew well, he made
+ frantic appeals, beseeching them by name. Between him and
+ the youthful lieutenant, scolding and near to losing his mind
+ with rage, there was felt a subtle fellowship and equality.
+ They supported each other in all manner of hoarse, howling
+ protests.but the
+ But the regiment was a machine run-down. The two
+ men babbled at a forceless thing. Wound The soldiers who
+ had heart to go slowly were continually shaken in their
+ resolves by a knowledge that comrades were slipping with
+ speed back to the lines. It was difficult to think of reputation
+ when others were thinking of life skins. Wounded men were
+ left, crying, on this sombreblack journey.
+ The smoke-fringes and flames blustered always.
+ FlemingThe youth peering once through a sudden rift in a Cloud, saw
+ a brown mass of troops interwoven and magnified until
+ they appeared to be thousands. A fierce-hued flag flashed
+ before his vision.
+ Immediately, as if the up-lifting of the smoke had
+ been pre-arranged, the discovered troops burst into a rasp-
+ ing yell and a hundred flames jetted toward the retreating
+ band. A rolling, grey cloud again interposed as the re-
+ giment doggedly replied. FlemingThe youth had to depend again upon
+ his misused ears which were trembling and buzzing from the melee
+ of musketry and yells.
+1671The way seemed eternal. In the clouded haze, men became
+ panic-stricken with the thought that the regiment had lost it's
+ path and was proceeding in a perilous direction. Once, the men
+ who headed the wild procession turned and came pushing back
+ against their comrades screaming that they were being fired upon from
+ points which they had considered to be toward their own
+ lines. At this cry, a hysterical fear and dismay beset the
+ regimenttroops. A soldier who heretofore had been one of the foremostambitious to make
+ the regiment into a wise little band that would proceed calmly
+ amid the huge-appearing difficulties, suddenly sank down and
+ buried his face in his arms with an air of bowing to a doom.
+ From another, a shrill lamentation rang out filled with
+ profane illusions to a general. Men ran hither and thither
+ seeking with their eyes, way roads of escape. With serene
+ regularity as if controlled by a schedule, bullets buffed into men.
+ FlemingThe youth walked stolidly into the midst of the mob and
+ with his flag in his hands, took a stand as if he expected
+ to be pushed over a an attempt to push him to the ground.
+ He unconsciously assumingassumed the attitude of the color-bearer in
+ the fight of the precedeing day. He passed over his brow
+ a hand that trembled. His breath woulddid not come freely.
+ He was choking during this small wait for the crisis.
+ WilsonHis friend came to him. "Well, Flem, I guess this
+ is good-bye-John."
+ "Oh, shet up, yeh damn' fool," replied the youth and
+ he would not look at the other.
+ The officers labored like politicians to beat the
+ mass into a proper circle to face the menaces. The
+ ground was uneven and torn. The men curled
+ into depressions and fitted themselves snugly behind
+ whatever would frustrate a bullet.
+
+
+ FlemingThe youth noted with vague surprise that the youthful lieu-
+ tenant was standing mutely with his legs far apart and his
+ swordsword held in the manner of a walking-stickcane. FlemingThe youth won-
+ dered what had happened to his vocal organs that he no more cursed.
+ There was something curious in this little intent pause of
+ the lieutenant. He was like a babe whowhich having weptsAthisit'sit's
+ fill,it's fill raises it's eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
+ He was engrossed in this contemplation, and the soft under-
+ lip tr quivered from self-whispered words.
+ Some lazy and ignorant smoke curled slowly. The
+ men, hiding from the bullets, waited anxiously for them
+ to lift and disclose to them their the plight of the regiment.
+ The silent ranks were suddenly thrilled by the eager
+ voice of the youthful lieutenant bawling out: "Here they come!
+ Right onto us, b'Gawd." His further words were lost in a
+ roar of wicked thunder from the men's rifles.
+ Fleming'sThe youth's eyes had instantly turned in the direction in-
+ dicated by the awakened and agitated lieutenant and he had
+ seen the haze of treachery disclosing a body of soldiers of
+ the enemy. They were so near that he could see their
+ features. There was a recognition as he looked V at the
+ types of faces. IsheHenotedpercieved with dim amazement that their
+ uniforms were rather gay in effect, being light grey prenti-
+ fully trimmedaccented with a brilliant-hued facing. Too, the clothes
+ seemed new and.
+ These troops had apparently been movinggoing forward
+ with caution, their rifles held in readiness, when the
+ youthful lieutenant had discovered them and their move-move-
+ mentment had been interrupted by the volley from the blue
+ regiment. InFrom the instant'smoment's glimpse, it was derived us that
+ they had been unconciousunaware of the proximity of their
+ dark-suited foes., or, had mistaken the direction.
+163^169.Almost instantly, they were shut utterly from Fleming'sthe youth's sight
+ by the smoke from the energetic rifles of his companions.
+ He strained his vision to learn the accomplishment of the vol-
+ ley but the smoke hung before him.
+ The two bodies of troops exchanged blows in the man-
+ ner of a pair of boxers. The fast, angry firings went back and
+ forth. The men in blue were intent with the despair of their
+ circumstances and they siezed upon the revenge to be had at
+ close range.Their voicesriflebelchings swelled loud and valiant Their thunder
+ swelled loud and valiant. Their curving front bristled with flashes
+ and the place resounded with the clangor of their ram-rods. Flem-
+ ing ducked and dodged for a time and got achieved a view few
+ unsatisfactory views of the enemy. There seemed appeared to be many of them
+ and they were refplying swiftly. They seemed to be moving
+ ftoward the blue regiment, step by step. He seated himself
+ gloomily on the ground with his flag between his knees.
+ As he noted the vicious, wolf-like temper of his com-
+ rades, he had a sweet thought that if the enemy was about
+ to swallow the regimental broom as a large prisoner, it
+ could at least console have the consolation of going down with bristles forward.
+ But the blows of the antagonist grew weak began to grow
+ more weak. Fewer bullets ripped the air and finally when
+ the men slackened to learn of the fight, they could see
+ only a dark, floating smoke. The regiment lay still
+ and gazed. Presently, some chance whim came to the
+ pestering blur and it began to coil heavily away. The men
+ saw a ground vacant of fighters. It would have been
+ an empty stage if it were not for a few corpses that
+ lay twistedathrown and twisted into fantastic shapes
+ upon the sward.
+
+
+ At sight of this tableau, many of the men in blue sprang from behind their covers and made an ungainly dance of joy. Their eyes burned and a hoarse cheer of elation broke from their dry lips.
+ It had begun to seem to them that events were trying to prove that they were impotent. These little battles had evidently endeavored to demonstrate that the men could not fight well. When on the verge of submission to these opinions, the small duel had showed them that the proportions were not impossible, and by it they had revenged themselves upon their misgivings and upon the foe.
+ The impetus of enthusiasm was theirs again. They gazed about them with looks of uplifted pride, feeling new trust in the grim, always-confident weapons in their hands. And they were men.
+165-6XXIIPresently they perceivedknew that no firing threatened them. All
+ ways seemed once more opened to them. The dusty blue lines of
+ their friends were disclosed a short distance away. In the dis-
+ tance there were crashes andmany colossal noises but in all this
+ part of the field there was a sudden stillness.
+ They percieved that they were free. The depleted band drew a long breath of relief and gathered itself ininto a bunch to complete it's trip. AnIn
+ In this last length of journey, the men began to show
+ strange emotions. They hurried with nervous fear. Some who
+ who had been dark and unfaltering in the grimest moments now
+ devoted ancould not conceal an anxietyhaste that made them fran
+ tic. They hastened with backwards looks of perturbationIt was
+ perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in aninsignificant ways
+ after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, per
+ haps, they thought itit would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
+ With backward looks of perturbation, they hastened.
+ As they approached their own lines, there was some sarcasm
+ exhibited on the part of a gaunt and bronzed regiment that lay resting
+ in the shade of trees. Questions were wafted to them.
+ "Where th' hell yeh been?"
+ "What yeh comin' back fer?"
+ "Why didn't yeh stay there?"
+ "Was it warm out there, sonny?"
+ "Goin' home now, boys?"
+ "One shouted in tauntieng mimicry. "Oh, mother, come
+ quick an' look at th' sojers."
+ There was no reply from the bruised and battered regiment
+ save that one man ,made broad-cast challenges to fist-fights and
+ the
+167¶the red-bearded officer walked rather near and glared in
+ great swashbuckler style at a ctall captain in the other
+ regiment.But the youthfullieutenant suppressed the man
+ who wished to fist-fight, and the tall captain, flushing at
+ the little fanfare of the red-bearded one, was obliged to look
+ intently at some trees.
+ Fleming'sThe youth'stender flesh was deeply stung by these remarks.
+ From under his creased brows, he glowered with hate at the
+ mockers. He meditated upon a few revenges. Still, many
+ hung therin the regiment hung their heads in criminal fashion
+ so that it came to pass thatmany ofthe men trugtrudged
+ heavilywith sudden heaviness as if they bore upon their bend-
+ ed shoulders the coffin of their honor. And the youthful lieu-
+ tenant recollecting himself began to mutter softly in black curses.
+ They turned, when they arrived at their old position,
+ to regard the ground over which they had charged.
+ ToFlemingThe youth, in this contemplation, was smitten with a
+ large astonishment. He discovered that the distances, as com-
+ pared with the brilliant measurings of his mind, were trivial
+ and ridiculous. The stolid trees,werewheremuchhad thad taken
+ place, seemed incrediby near. The time, too, now that he
+ reflected, he saw to have been short. He wondered at the
+ number of emotions and events that had been crowded into
+ suchshortlittlespaces.LittleeElfin thoughts must have exagger-
+ ated and enlarged everything, he said.
+ It seemed, then, that there was bitter justice in
+ theremarksspeechesof the gaunt and bronzed veterans. He veiled
+ a glance of disdain at his fellows who strewed the ground,
+ choking with dust, red from perpiration, misty-eyed, dishevelled.
+ They were gulping at their canteens, fierce to wring every mite of
+ water from them. And they polished at their swollen and watery
+ features with coat-sleeves and bunches of grass.
+168However, Ttto Fleming howeverto the youth there was a considerable joy in a
+ musing upon his performances during the charge. He had had
+ very little time, inpreviously, in which to appreciate himself,
+ an but heso that there was now much satisfaction in quietly
+ thinking of themhis actions. He re-called bits of color that
+ in the flurry, thathad stamped themselves unawares upon
+ his engaged sensees.
+ As the regiment lay heaving from it's hot erertions, the
+ officer who had named them as mule drivers came galloping
+ along the line. He had lost his cap. His towsled hair streamed
+ wildly and his face was blackdark with vexation and ragewrath. His
+ temper was displayed with more clearness by the way in
+ which he managed his horse. He jerked andd wrenched, savagely
+ at his bridle, stopping the hard-breathieing animal with a furious pull^near the col-
+ onel of the regiment. He immediately explodded in reproaches
+ which came unbidden to the ears of the men. They were
+ suddenly alert, being always curious about black words
+ between officers.
+ "Oh, thunder, MacChesnay, what an awful bull you made^of
+ this thing," began the officer. He triedattempted low tones but his
+ indignation caused theccertain of the men to learn the sense
+ of his words. "What an awful mess you made. Good Lord,
+ man, you stopped about a hundred feet this side of a very
+ pretty success. If your men had gone a hundred feet further
+ you would have made a great charge, but as it is--what a
+ lot of mud-diggers you've got anyway."
+ The men, tlistening with bated breath, now turned their
+ curious eyes upon the colonel. They had a ragamuffin interest
+ in this affair.
+ He sThe colonel was seen to straighten his form and
+ put one hand forth in oratorical fashion. He wore an
+ injured air; it was as if a decodeacon had been accused
+1(9)69of stealing. The men were wiggling in an ecstasy of excitement.
+ But, of a sudden, the colonel's manner changed (.He')from that of a deacon to that of a Frenchman.
+ (He)shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, general, we went as far as we could,"
+ he said calmly.
+ "'As far as you could'? Did you, b'Gawd?" snorted the other.
+ "Well, that wasn't very far, was it?" he added with (^a) glance of
+ cold contempt into the other's eyes. "Not very far, I think. You
+ were intended to make a diversion in favor of Whiterside. How
+ well you succeeded, your own ears can now tell you." He wheeled
+ his horse and rode stiffly away.
+ The colonel, bidden to (hear)listen to the jarring noises of an
+ engagement in the woods to the left, broke out in vague damnation(s).
+ The (youthful)lieutenant(of the) who had listened with an air of
+ impotent rage to the interview(rage) spoke suddenly in firm and un-
+ daunted tones. "I don't care what a man is--wether he is a
+ general, or what--if he says th' boys didn't put up a good
+ fight out there, he's a damned fool."
+ "Lieutenant," began the colonel, severely, "this is my own
+ affair and I'll trouble you--"
+ The lieutenant made an obedient gesture. "All right, colonel,
+ all right," he said. He sat down with (^an) air of being
+ content with himself.
+ The news that the regiment had been reproached went
+ along the line. For a time, the men were bewildered by it.
+ "Good thunder," they ejaculated staring at the vanishing form
+ of the general. They concieved it to be a huge mistake.
+ Presently, however, they began to believe that in truth
+ their efforts had been called light. Fleming could (see this)see this
+ conviction weigh upon the entire regiment until the
+ men were like (beaten)cuffed and cursed a(in)nimals but
+ , withal, rebellious.
+ The friend(Wilson), with a grievance in his eye, went to the youth(Flemming).
+
+
+"I wonder what he does want," he said. "He must think we went
+ out there an' played marbles. I never see sech a man."
+ FlemmingThe youth developed a tranquil philosophy for these mom
+ents of irritation. "Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didnt
+see nothin' of it at all an' got mad as blazes an' concluded
+we waswere a lot 'a sheep, jest b'cause we didnt do what he
+wanted done. It's a pity ol' Grandpa Henderson got killed
+yestirday--he'd as knowed would have known that we done did our best an' fitfought good.
+It's jestjust our awful luck, that's what."
+ "I should say so," replied Wilsonthe friend. He seemsseemed to be
+deeply wounded at an injustice. "I should say we did have
+awful luck. There's no fun in fightin' fer people when
+everything yeh do--not matter what--aint done right. I have
+a notion t' stay b'ehind next time an' let'em take their ol'
+charge an' go t' th' devil with it."
+ FlemmingThe youth spoke soothingly to his Friendcomrade. "Well, we both
+donedid good. I'd like t' see th' fool what'd say we both didnt do
+as good as we could."
+ "'OfA course, we did," declared Wilsonthe friend stoutly, "An' I'd
+break th' feller's neck if he was as big as a church. But we're
+all right, anyhow, fer I heared one feller say that we two
+fit th' best in th' reg'ment an' they had a great argyment
+'bout it. Another feller, 'a course, he but had t' up an' say
+it was a _ lie--he neverseen all what was goin' on an' he nev-
+er seen us from th' beginnin' t' th' end. An' a lot more
+struck in an' ses it wasn't a lie--we did fight like
+thunder, an' they give us quite a send-off. But this is
+what I can't understan' stand--these everlastin' ol'
+soldiers, titterin' an' laugh in', an' then that general, he's crazy."
+ FlemmingThe youth exclaimed with sudden exasperation. "He's a
+lunkhead. He makes me mad. I wish he'd come along
+
+
+next time. We'd show'im upwhat"_
+ He ceased because several men had caoame hurrying up.
+ Their faces expressed a bringing of great news.''
+ "Oh, Flem, yeh jest oughta heard," saidcried one, eagerly.
+ "Heard what?" "What?"said flemingthe youth.
+ ''Yeh jest oughta heard," repeated the other and he
+ arranged himself to tell withhis tidings. The others made
+ an excited circle. "Well, sir, th' colonel met your lieuten
+ ant right by us--it was damndest thing I ever heard--
+ an' he ses, 'Ahem, ahem,' he ses, 'Mr. Hasbrouck,' he ses,
+ 'by th' way, who was that lad whoaat carried th' flag?' he ses.
+ There, Flemin', what d' yeh think 'a that? 'Who was th' lad what carried th' flag?' he ses, an' th' lieutenant, he
+ speaks up right away: '''That's Flemin', an' he's a jim-
+ dandyhickey,' he ses, right away. What? I say he did. 'A
+ jim-hickey,' he ses--thos'r his words. He did, too. I
+ say, he did. If you kin tell this story better than I kin,
+ go ahead an' tell it. Well, then, keep yer mouth shet. An'
+ Th' lieutenant, he ses: 'He's a jim-hickey,' an' th' col-
+ onel, he ses: 'Ahem, ahem, he is indeed a very good man t'
+ have, ahem. WHHe kep th' flag 'way t' th' front. I saw'im.
+ He's a good un,' ses th' colonel. 'You bet,' ses th lieutenant,
+ 'he an' a feller named Wilson was at th' head 'a th' charge,
+ an' howlin' like Indians, all th' time,' he ses. 'Head 'a
+ th charge all th' time,' he ses. 'A feller named Wilson,'
+ he ses. There, Wilson, m'boy, put that in a letter an'
+ send it hum t' yer mother, hay? 'A feller named
+ Wilson,' he ses. An' th' colonel, he ses: 'Were they, in
+ deed? Ahem, Aahem. My sakes,' he ses. 'At th' head 'a
+ th' reg'ment,?' he ses. 'They were,' ses th' lieutenant.
+ 'My sakes,' ses th' colonel. He ses: 'Well, well, well,' he ses,
+
+
+ 'those two babies?' 'They were!' ses th' lieutenant. 'Well, well,' ses th' colonel, 'they deserve t' be major-generals,' he ses. 'They deserve t' be major-generals.'
+ The youth and his friend had said: "Huh!" "Yer lyin', Thompson." "Oh, go t' blazes." "He never sed it." "Oh, what a lie." "Huh." But despite these youthful scoffings and embarrassments, they knew that their faces were deeply flushing from thrills of pleasure. They exchanged a secret glance of joy and congratulation.
+ They speedily forgot many things. The past held no pictures of error and disappointment. They were very happy and their hearts swelled with grateful affection for the colonel and the youthful lieutenant.
+173XXIII^When the woods again began to pour forth the dark-hued
+ masses of the enemy, the youthfleming felt serene self-confidence. He
+ smiled briefly when he saw men dodge and duck at the long
+ screechings of shells that were thrown in giant handfuls over
+ them. He stood, erect and tranquil, watching the attack be-
+ gin against a part of the line that made a blue curve along
+ the side of an adjacent hill. UnmoleHis vision being unmolested
+ by smoke from the rifles of his companions, he had opportunities
+ to seesomevery parts of the greathard fight. It was a
+ revelationrelief to percieve at last from whence came some of these
+ noisesto which he had been roared into his ears.
+ Off a shortlittlewayway, he saw two regiments fighting a
+ little separate battle with two other regiments. It was in a cleared
+ space, wearing a set-apart look. They were blazing as if upon
+ a wager, giving and taking tremendous blows. The firings
+ were incredibly fierce and rapid. These intent regiments ap-
+ parently were oblivious of all larger purposes of war and were
+ slugging each other as if at a matched game.
+ In another direction, he saw a magnificent brigade
+ going with the evident intention of driving the enemy from a
+ wood. They passed in out of sight and presently there was
+ a most, awe-inspiring racket in thethat wood. They passed in
+ The noise was unspeakable. Having stirred theis prodigious
+ up-roar and, apparently, finding it too prodigious, uproar,
+ the brigade, after a little time, came marching airily out
+ again with it'stheir fine formation in no wise disturbed. There
+ wasereabsolutely no traces of speed in it'stheir movements. The
+ brigade was jaunty and seemed to point a proud thumb at
+ the yelling wood.
+
+
+ On a slope to the left, there was a long row of guns,
+ gruff and maddened, denouncing the enemy who down through
+ the woods were forming for another attack in the pitiless
+ monotony of conflicts. The round, red discharges from the guns
+ made a crimson flare and a high, thick smoke. Occasional
+ glimpses could be caught of thegroups of the toiling artillerymen.
+ In the rear of this row of guns stood a house, calm and
+ widewhite, amid bursting shells. A congregation of horses, tied to
+ a long railing, were tugging frenziedly at their bridles. Men
+ were running hither and thither.
+ The se detached battle between the four regiments lasted
+ for some time.There chanced to be no interference and they
+ settled their dispute by themselves. They struck savagely and
+ powerfully at each other for a period of minutes and then the
+ lighter-hued regiments drfaltered and drew back, leaving the
+ dark, blue lines, shouting. Fleming could see the two flags
+ shaking and laughing amid the smoke-remnants.
+ Presently, there was a stillness, pregnant with meaning.
+ The blue lines shifted and settledchangeda trifle and stared expectantly
+ at the silent woods and fields before them. The hush was
+ solomn and church-like ., save for a distant battery that, evi
+ dently unable to remain quiet sent a faint rolling thunder over
+ the ground. It irritated, like the noises of nw unimpressed boys.
+ boy. It wouldThe men imagined that it would prevent their pearched earsof the men from
+ hearing the first words of the new new battle.
+ Of a sudden, the guns on the slope roared out a message of
+ warning. A spluttering sound had begun in the woods. It swelled
+ with amazing speed to a profound clamor that involved the earth
+ in noises. Theclatteringsplitting crashes swept along the lines until an inter
+ minable roar was developed. ITo those in the midst of it, be
+ came a din fitted to the universe. It was the whirring and thumping
+ of gigantic machinery, complications among the smaller stars.
+175
+ Fleming's ears were filled cups. They were incapable of hearing more.
+ And onOn an incline over which a road wound,
+ he sawsaw wild and desperate rushes of men. ItIt
+ was perpetually backwards and forwards in riotous surges.
+ Here one sideThese parts of theopposing armies were two
+ long,controlled waves that pitched upon each other omadly at
+ dictated points. To and fro, they swelled. Sometimes, one side
+ by it's yells and cheers would proclaim descisive blows but,in
+ a moment later, the other side would be yall yells and cheers.
+ Once, Fleming saw a spray of light forms go in hound-like
+ leaps toward the rowaving blue lines. AndThere was much howling and presently it went away
+ with a vast mouthful of prisoners. Again, he sawhe
+ a blue wave dashso thunderouslywith such thunderous force
+ against a grey obstruction that it seemed to clear the
+ earth of it and leave nothing but trampled sad. And,
+ always,the men were yelling in these swift and deadly
+ rushesto and fro, the men screamed and yelled like maniacs.
+ Particular pieces of fences or secure positions be
+ hind collections of trees were wrangled over,by t as
+ gold thrones or pearl bedsteads. There were desperate lunges
+ at these chosen spots seemingly every instant and most of
+ them were bandied to and frobetween like toys
+ like light toys between the contending forces. Fleming
+ could not tell from the battle-flags,shootingflying like starscrimson foam in
+ many directions, which s color of clothe wereas winning.
+ His emaciated regiment bustled forth with undiminished
+ fiecrceness when it's time came. When assaultedbyagain bybullets, the
+ men burst out in ba barbaric cry of rage and pain.
+ They bended their heads in aims of intent hatred behind the
+ projectedtriggershammersof their guns. Their ram-rods clanged loud
+ with fury as their eagerhan arms pounded the cartridges into the
+176.rifle-barrels. They bendedThe front of the regiment was a
+ smoke-wall pentepenetrated by the flashing points of yellow and red.
+ Wallowing in the fight, they were in an astonishingly
+ short time, re-smudged. They surpassed in stain and dirt all
+ their previous appearances. Moving to and fro with strained
+ exertion, theyjabbering the while, they were, with their sway-
+ ing bodies, black faces and glowing eyes, like strange and
+ ugly fiends jigging heavily in the smoke.
+ The youthfullieutenant, returning from a tour after a
+ bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind, new
+ and portentous oaths suited to the occasionemergency. Strings
+ of expletives he swung lash-like over the backs of his men.
+ And it was evident that his previous efforts had in no wise
+ impaired his resources.
+ FlemingThe youth, still the bearer of the colors, did not feel
+ his idleness. He was deeply absorbed as a spectator. The
+ crash and swing of the great drama made him lean
+ forward,, intent-eyed, his forace working in small,and
+ grotesquecontortions. Sometimes, he prattledexclama-,
+ words coming unconsciously from in him in grotesque
+ exclamations. He did not know that he breathed; that the
+ flag hung stillsilently over him, so absorbed was he.
+ A formidable line of the enemy came within dan-
+ gerous range. They could be seen plainly, tall, gaunt men
+ with excited faces running with long strides toward a
+ wandering fence.
+ At sight of this danger, Tthe men suddenly their ceased^cursing monotone. There
+ was instant of deepstrained silence before they threw up
+ their rifles and fired a plumping volley at the foes.
+ There had been no order given; the men upon recognizing
+ the menace, had immediately let drive their flock of
+ bullets without waiting for word of cammand.
+177.But the enemy were quick to gain the protection of the
+ wandering line of fence. They slid down behind itwith remarkable celerity^ and from this
+ position, they began briskly to slice up the blue reginmentmen.
+ These latter braced their energies for a great struggle.
+ Often, white clenched teeth shone from the dusky faces. Many
+ heads surged to and fro, floating upon a pale sea of smoke.
+ Those behind the fence ofrequently shouted and yelped in
+ taunts and gibe-like cries but the regiment maintained
+ a stressed silence. Perhaps, theat this theat this new assault, the men
+ re-called the fact that they had been named mud-diggers
+ and it made their situation thrice bitter. They were breath-
+ lessly intent upon keeping the ground and thrusting away
+ the rejoicing body of the enemy. They fought swiftly and
+ with a despairing savageness upon theirdenoted in their
+ expressions.
+ Fleming^The youth had resolved ^not to budge whatever should hap-
+ pen. Some arrows of scorn that had buried itselfthemselves
+ in his heart, had generated strange and unspeakable hatreds.
+ And,heAndiIt was clear to him that his final and
+ absolute revenge was to be achieved by his dead body lie-
+ ing, torn and gluttering, upon the field. This was to be a
+ poignant reltaliation upon the officer who had said "mule
+ -driver," and, later, "mud-digger." For, in all the wild grasp-
+ ings of his mind for a responsible utunit responsible
+ for his sufferings and commotions, he always siezed upon
+ the man who had dubbed him wrongly. And it was for
+ those ideas thateyesit washis idea, vaguely formulated, that his
+ d corpse would be for those eyes a great and salt reproach.
+ The regiment bled extravagantly. The orderly serjeant
+ Grunting bundles of blue began to drop. The orderly-serjeant of the
+ Fleming's company was shot through the cheeks.I Its supports
+ being injured, his jaw hung afar down, disclosing in the
+178wide cavern of his mouth, a pulsing mass of blood and teeth. And,
+ with it all, he made attempts to cry out. In his endeavor there
+ was a dreadful earnestness as if he concieved that one great
+ shriek would make him well.
+ FlemingThe youth saw him presently go rearward. His strength
+ seemed in no wise impaired. He ran swiftly casting wild
+ glances for succor.
+ Others fell down nabout their compathe feet of
+ their companions. Some of the wounded crawled out and
+ away, but many lay still,their bodies twisted into im-
+ possible shapes.
+ FlemingThe youth looked once for Wilsonhis friend.. He saw a ve-
+ hement young man, powder-smeared and frowsled, whom
+ he knew itto be his friendhim.. AlsoThe youthfullieuten-
+ ant, walso, was unscathed in his position at the rear. He
+ had continued to curse but it was now with the air of
+ a man who was using his last box of oaths.
+ For the fire of the regiment had begun to wane
+ and drip. It'sThe robust voice that had come strangely
+ from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
+179XXIV.The colonel came running along back of the line. There were
+ other officers following him. "We must charge'm," they shouted.
+ "wWe must charge'm." They cried with resentful voices, as if
+ anticipating a rebellion against this plan by the men.
+ FlemingThe youth^, upon hearing the shouts, thought turned began
+ to study the distance between him and the enemy. He made
+ vague calculations. He saw that to be firm soldiers, they must
+ go forward. It would be death to stay in the present place
+ and, with all the circumstances, to go backward would exalt
+ too many others. Their hope was to push the egalling foes
+ away from the fence.
+ He expected that his companions, weary and stiffened,
+ would have to be driven to this assault but as he turned to-
+ ward them, he percieved ^with a certain surprise that ^they were giving quick and unqual-
+ ified expressions of assent. There was an ominous, clangingg
+ overture to the charge when the shafts of the bayonets rat-
+ tled upon the rattle rifle-barrels. At the yelled words of
+ cammand, the soldiers sprang forward in cager leaps,.rac-
+ ing for success. There was new and unexpected force in the
+ movement of the regiment. A knowledge of it's faded and jad-
+ ed condition made the charge appear like a paroxysm, a
+ display of the strength that comes before a final feebleness.
+ The men scampered in insane fever of haste, racing as if
+ to achieve a sudden success before an exhilarating fluid
+ should leave them. It was a blind and despairing rush by
+ the collection of men in dusty and tattered blue, over a
+ green sward and under a sapphirre sky, toward a fence,
+ dimly out-lined in smoke, from behind which spluttered
+ the fierce rifles of enemies.
+180FlemingThe youth kept the bright colors to the front. He was waving his
+free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking mad calls and
+appeals, urging on those that did not need to be urged. For, it
+seemed that the^mob of blue men hurling themselves on the dangerous
+group of rifles were again grown suddenly with wild with an
+enthusiasm of unselfishness. From the many firings starting to-
+ward them, it looked as if they would merely succeed in mak-
+ing a great sprinkling of corpses on the grass between their
+former position and the fence. But they were in a state of
+frenzy, perhaps because of forgotten vanities, and it made
+an exhibition of sublime recklessness. There was nowas no obviousquestionings
+and,nor figurings, andnor diagrams. There was, apparently, no considered
+loop-holes. It appeared that the swift wings of their desires
+would have shattered against the iron gates of the impossible.
+Fleming Hefehimself felt the daring spirit of a savage, re-
+ligion-mad. He k was capable of profound sacrifices, a tremen-
+dous death. He had no time for dissections but he knew that he
+thought of the bullets only as things that could prevent him from
+reaching the goalplace of his endeavor. There were subtle flashings
+of joy inwithin him, that thus should be his mind.
+He strained all his strength. His eye-sight was shak-
+en and dazzled by the tension of thought and muscle. He did
+not see anything butexcepting^ the mist of smoke gashed by the little
+knives of fire but he knew that in ^itlay the aged fence of a
+vanished farmer protecting the snuggled bodies of the grey men.
+As he ran, a thought of the shock of cancontact
+gleamed in his mind. He expected a great concussion when
+the two bodies of troops crashed together. This became a
+part of ^his wild enthusiasm battle-madness. He could feel
+the onward swing of the regiment about him andand he
+concieved of a thunderous, crushing blow that would
+181prostrate the resistance and spread consternation and a-
+ mazement for miles. The impelledflying regiment was going to
+ have a catapultian effect. This dream made him run
+ faster among his comrades who were giving vent to hoarse
+ and frantic cheers.
+ But presently he could see that themany of the men in grey
+ did not intend to abide the blow. The smoke, rolling,
+ disclosed men runningwho ran, their faces still turned. These
+ grew to a crowd who retired stubbornly. Individuals
+ wheeled to sendfrequently to send a bullet at the blue
+ wave.wave.
+ But at one part of the line there was a grim and
+ obdurate group that made no movement to go. They
+ were settled firmly down behind posts and rails. A
+ flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their
+ rifles dinned fiercely.
+ The blue whirl of men got very near until it
+ seemed that in truth there would be a close and
+ frightful strugglescuffle. There was an expressed disdain
+ in the littleopposition of the little group, that changed the
+ meaning of the cheers of the men in blue. They became yells
+ of wrath, directed, personal. The shoutscries of the two parties
+ was now in sound an interchange of scathing insults.
+ They in blue showed their teeth; their teetheyes shone
+ all white. They launched themselves as at^the throats of those
+ who held the fences.stood resisting. The space between dwindled to an
+ insignificant distance.
+ FlemingThe youth^had centred the gaze of his soul upon that
+ other flag. Its possession would be high pride. It would express
+ bloody minglings, near blows. He had a gigantic hatred
+ for those who made great possibilities.difficulties
+ and complications. They caused it to be as aa craved
+182appletreasure of mythology, hung amid tasks and contrivances of
+ danger.
+ He plunged how-like a mad horse towardat it. He was
+ resolved it should not escape if wild blows and darings
+ of blows could sieze it. His own emblem, quivering and
+ a-flare was winging attoward the other. It seemed there
+ would shortly be an encounter of strange beaks and claws,
+ as of eagles.
+ The swswirling body of blue men came to a sudden
+ halt at close and disastrous range and roared a swift volley.
+ The group in grey was split and broken by this fire but it's
+ riddled body still fought. The men in blue yelled again and
+ rushed in upon it.
+ FlemingsThe youth, in his leapings, saw as through a mist, sawa
+ picture of four or five men stretched upon the ground or writhe-
+ ing upon their knees with bowed heads as if they had been stricken by bolts
+ from the sky. AwTottering among them was the rival color-bear-
+ er whom Flemingthe youth saw had been bitten vitally by the bullets of
+ the last formidable volley. He percieved this man fighting a
+ last struggle, the struggle of one whose legs are grasped by
+ demons. It was a ghastly battle. WhomOver his face was the bleach
+ of death but set upon it inwas the^dark and hard lines of de-
+ termined purpose. With this grin of resolution, he hugged his
+ precious flag to him and was stumbling and staggering in
+ the way whichhis design to go the way that would beled to
+ safety for it.
+ But his wounds always made it seem that his feet
+ were belretarded, held, by invisible ghosts fastened
+ and he fought a grim fight as with invisible ghouls,
+ fastened greedily upon his limbs.
+ Those in advance of the scampering blue men,
+ howling cheers, leaped at the fence. The despair of the
+
+
+ lost was in his eyes, as he glanced back at them.
+ The youth's friend went over the obstruction in a tumbling heap and sprang at the flag as a panther at prey. He pulled at it, and wrenching it free, swung up it's red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color-bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe and stiffening convulsively turned his dead face to the ground. There was much blood upon the grass-blades.
+ At the place of success there began more wild clamorings of cheers. The men gesticulated and bellowed in an ecstasy. When they spoke it was as if they considered their listener to be a mile away. What hats and caps were left to them, they often slung high in the air.
+ At one part of the line, four men had been swooped upon and they now sat as prisoners. Some blue men were about them in an eager and curious circle. The soldiers had trapped strange birds and there was an examination. A flurry of fast questions was in the air.
+ One of the prisoners was nursing a superficial wound in the foot. He cuddled it, baby-wise, but he looked up from it often to curse with an astonishing utter abandon straight at the noses of his captors. He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods. And with it all he was singularly free from recognition of the finer points of the conduct of prisoners-of-war. It was as if a clumsy clod had trod upon his tender toe and he concieved it to be his privelege, his duty, to use deep, resentful oaths.
+ Another, who was a boy in years, took his plight with great calmness and apparent good-nature. He conversed with the men in blue, studying their faces with his bright and
+184^and keen eyes. They spoke of battles and conditions. There was
+ an acute interest in all their faces during this exchange of
+ view-points. It seemed a great satisfaction to hear voices
+ from where all had been darkness and speculation.
+ The third captive sat with a morose countenance.
+ He preserved a stoical and cold attitude. To all advances,
+ he made one reply, without variation. "OAh, go t' hell."
+ The last of the four was always silent and, for the
+ most part, kept his face turned in unmolested directions.
+ From the views Flemingthe youth recieved, he seemed to in a state
+ of absolute dejection. Shame was upon him and with it
+ profound regret that he pewas perhaps no more to be
+ counted in the ranks of his fellows. There was no exFleming
+ could detect no expression that would allow him to think
+ believe that the other was giving a thought to thehis nar-
+ rowed future, the pictured dungeons, perhaps, and starvations
+ and brutalities, liable to the imagination. All to be seen was
+ reshame for captivity and regret for the right to antagonize.
+ After the men had celebrated settled dosufficently
+ , they settled down behind the old rail fence, on the opposite
+ side to the one from which their foes had been driven. Somea few
+ shot perfunctorily at distant marks. ¶There was some
+ long grass.andFlemingThe youth nestled in it and rested, making
+ a convenient rail support the flag. WilsonHis friend, jubilant and
+ glorified, holding his treasure with vanity, came to him
+ there. They sat side by side and congratulated each
+ other.
+185, XXVThe roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across
+the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker. The stentorian
+speeches of the artillery continued in some distant encounter but the
+cry crashes of the musketry had almost ceased. Fleming and his
+friend, of a sudden lookeding up, feeling a deadened form of dis-
+tress at the waning of these noises which had become a part of
+life. They could see changes going on among the troops. There were
+marchings this way and that way. A battery wheeled leisurely.
+On the crest of a small hill was the thick gleam of many de-
+parting muskets.
+FlemingTheyouth arose. "Well, what now, I wonder," he said. DyBy his
+tone, he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in
+the way of dins and smashes. He shaded his eyes with his grimey
+hand and gazed over the field.
+WilsonHisfriend also arose and stared. "I bet we're gain' t' git along
+outa this an' back over th' river," said he.
+"Well, I swan," said the youthFleming.
+They waited, watching. Within a little while, the regiment
+recieved orders to retrace it's way. The men got up grunting from the
+grass, regretting the soft reposesinthegrass behind the rails. They jerked their
+stiffened legs and stretched their arms over their heads. One man
+swore as he rubbed his eyes. They all groaned. "Oh, Lord." They
+had as many objections to this change as they would have had
+to a proposal for a new battle.
+They tramped slowly back over the field across which they
+had run in a mad scamper. The fence, deserted, resumed with
+it's careening posts and disjointed bars, an air of quiet rural
+depravity. Beyond it, there lay spread a few corpses. Conspic-
+uous, was the contorted body of the color-bearer in grey whose
+186.flag Wilsonthe youth's friend^was now bearing jovially away.
+ The regiment marched until it had joined it's fellows. The
+ re-formed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
+ Directly they were in a mass of dust-covered troops and were trudging
+ along in a way paralell to the enemy's lines, as these had been de-
+ fined by the previous turmoil.
+ They passed within view of the stolid white house and saw
+ in front of it, groups of their comrades lieing down in wait be-
+ hind a neat breastwork. A row of guns were booming at a
+ distant enemy. Shells thrown in reply were raising clouds of
+ dust and splinters. Horsemen dashed along the line of ien-
+ trenchments.
+ As they passed near other coammands, men of the de-
+ lapitated regiment procured the captured flag from the Wilson
+ and, tossing it high into the air cheered tumultuously as it
+ turned, with apparent reluctance, slowly over and over.
+ At this point of it's march, the division curved away
+ from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
+ When the significance of this movement had impressed itself
+ upon Flemingthe youth, he turned his head and looked over his shoul-
+ der a toward the trammeled and debris-struewed ground. He
+ breathed a breath of new satisfaction. "He finally nudged
+ Wilsonhis friend.. "Well, it's all over," he said to him.
+ WilsonHis friend gazed backward. "B'Gawd, it is," he assented.
+ They mused.
+ For a time, Flemingthe youth was obliged to reflect in a puzzled
+ and uncertain way. His mind was ounder-going a subtle
+ change. It took moments for his mind to cast off it's
+ battleful ways and resume it's accustomed course of thought.
+ Gradually his brain emerged from the clogged clouds of
+ his sthe and at last he was enabled to cl more un-
+ derstandclosely comprehend himself and circumstance.
+187He understood then that the existence of shot and counter-
+shot was in the past. He had dwelt in a land of strange,
+squalling up-heavals and had come forth. He had been where
+there was red of blood and black of passion, and he was esescaped.
+There was joy in this thought. His first thoughts were given
+to rejoicings at this fact.
+ Later, he began to study his deeds--his failures and
+his achievements. Thus fresh from scenes where many of his
+usual machines of reflection had been idle, from where he had
+proceeded sheep-like, he struggled to marshall all his acts.
+ At last, they marched before him clearly. From this
+present view-point, he was enabled to look upon them in
+spectator fashion and to criticise them with some correct
+ness, for his new condition had already defeated certain sym
+pathies.
+ WilsonHis friend, too, seemed engaged with some retrospection
+ofor he suddenly gestured and said: "Good Lord!"
+ "What?" asked Flemingthe youth.
+ "Good Lord!" repeated Wilsonhis friend. "Yeh know Jimmie
+Rogers? Well, he--gosh, when he was hurt I started t' git
+some water fer'eim an', thunder, I aint seen'im from
+that time 'til this. I clean forgot what I--say, has any
+body seen Jimmie Rogers?"
+ "Seen'im? No! He's dead," they told him.
+ (Wilson)His friend swore.
+ But Flemingthe youth, regarding his procession of memory, felt
+gleeful and unregretting, for, in it, his public deeds were paraded
+within great and shining prominence. Those performances which had
+been witnessed by his fellows marched now in wide purple and
+gold, hiding various deflections. They went gaily, with music.
+It was a pleasure to watch these things. He spent delightful
+minutes viewing the gilded images of memory.
+188.He saw that he was good. He re-called with a thrill of joy
+the respectful comments of his fellows upon his conduct. He said
+to himself again the sentence of the insane young lieutenant: "If
+I had ten thousand wild-cats like you, I could tear th' stomach
+outa this war in less'n a week." It was a little coronation.
+Nevertheless, the ghost of his flight from the first engagement
+appeared to him and danced. Echoes of his terrific terrible combat
+with the arrayed forces of naturethe universe came to his ears. There
+were small spectacles shoutings in his brain about these matters.
+For a moment, he blushed, and the light of his soul flickered
+with shame.
+However, he presently,procured an explanation and an
+apaology. He said that those tempestuous moments were of the
+wild mistakes and ravings of a novice who did not com-
+prehend. He had been a mere man railing at a condition
+but now he was out of it and he could see that it had been
+very proper and just. It had been necessary for him to
+swallow swords that he might have a better throat for
+grapes. Fate had in truth, been^kind to him; she had stabbed him
+with benign purpose and diligently cudgeled him for his own
+sake. In his rebellion, he had been very portentious, no doubt,
+and sincere, and anxious for the humanity, but now that he
+stood safe, with no lack of blood, it was suddenly clear to
+him that he had been wrong not to kiss the knife and bow
+to the cudgel. He had foolishly squirmed.
+But the sky would forget. It was true, he admitted,
+that in the world it was the habit to cry devil at persons who
+refused to trust what they could not trust, but he thought
+that perhaps the stars dealt differently. The imperturbable
+sun shines on insult and worship.
+As Fleming was thus fraternizing again with nature,
+a p spectre of reproach came to him. There loomed
+
+
+ the dogging memory of the tattered soldier, he, who gored by bullets and faint for blood, had fretted concerning an imagined wound in another, he, who had loaned his last of strength and intellect for Conklin, he who blind with weariness and pain had been deserted in the field.
+ For an instant, a wretched chill of sweat was upon Fleming at the thought that he might be detected in the thing. As it stood persistently before his vision, he gave vent to a cry of sharp irritation and agony.
+ His friend turned. "What's th' matter, Flem?" he demanded.
+ The youth's reply was an outburst of crimson oaths.
+189190
+ As he marched along the little branch-hung road-way
+ 'a' over illegible letteramong his carelessprattling companions, ethis vision of cruelty
+ brooded over him. It clung near him always and dark-
+ ened his view of osethe deeds in purple and gold. Whichever
+ way his thoughts turned, they were followed by the sombre
+ phantom of the desertion in the fields. He looked stealthily
+ at his companions efeeling sure that they must discern in
+ his face evidences of this pursuit. But they were edingplodding
+ in ragged array, discussing with quick tongues, the accom-
+ plishment of the late battle.
+ "Oh, if a man should come up an' ask me, I'd say
+ we got a ndum good lickin'."
+ "Lickin'--in yer eye. We aint licked, sonny. We're
+ goin' down here aways, swing aroun; an' come in behint
+ em'em."
+ "Oh, hush, with "yer comin' in behint'em. I've seen
+ all a'a' that I wanta. Don't tell me about comin' in behint--"
+ "Bill Smithers, he ses he'd rather been in aten hunderd
+ battles than been in that heluva hospital. He ses they got
+ shootin' in th' night-time an' shells dropped plum among
+ 'em in th' hospital. He ses sech hollerin' he never see."
+ "Hasbrouck? He's th' best orficeroff'cer in this here
+ reg'ment. He's a Whale."
+ "Didn't I tell yeh we'd come aroun' in behint'em?
+ WeDidn't I tell yeh so? We--"
+ "Oh, shet yer mouth."
+ "You make me sick."
+ "G' home, yeh fool.
+ "Wasn't you that sed it, anyhow. What yeh talkin' about?
+ "It's a de-e-rn good pla-a-an of th' other fellow's
+ a go-o-at but it a-a-aint no use if he's a mu-u-ule."
+191For a time, this pursuing recollection of the tattered man took
+ all elation from Fleming'sthe youth's veins. He saw his vivid error and
+ he was afraid that it would stand before him all of his life.
+ He, protestedHe took no share in the chatter of his comrades, nor
+ did he look at them or know them, save when hewould feelfelt
+ sudden suspicion that they ^were seeing his thoughts and scrutinizng
+ each deal detail of the scene with the tattered soldier.
+ Yet gradually he mustered force to put the sin at a
+ distance. And then he regarded it with what he thought to be
+ great calmness. At last, he concluded that he saw in it quaint
+ uses. He exclaimed that's that it's importance in the aftertime
+ would be great to him if it even succeeded in hindering the
+ workings of his egotism. It would make a sobering balance.
+ It would become assume a good part of him. He would
+ have upon him often the consciousness of a great mistake.
+ And he would be taught to deal gently and with care. He
+ would be a man.
+ This plan for the utilization of a sin did not give him
+ complete joy but it was the best he could do sentiment he could
+ formulate under the circumstances and when it was com
+ bined with his successes, or public deeds, he knew that he
+ was quite contented.
+ Heis eyes seemed to be opened to some new ways. He
+ found that he could look back upon the brass and bombast
+ of his earlier gospels and see them truly. He was gleeful
+ when he discovered that he now he despised them.
+ He was emerged from his struggles, with a large
+ sympathy for the machinery of the universe. HW ith his new
+ eyes, he could see that the secret blo and open blows which
+ were being dealt about the world with such heavenly lav
+ ish ness were in truth blessing s. It was chasteninga dieeity
+ laying about him with the bludgeon of correction.
+
+
+ His loud mouth against these things had been lost as
+ the storm ceased. He would no more stand upon places high
+ and false, and denounce the distant planets. He beheld that
+ he was tiny but not inconsequent to the sun. In the space-wide
+ whirl of events no grain like him would be lost.¶ With this
+ conviction came a store of assurance. He felt a quiet man-
+ hood, non-assertive but of sturdy and strong blood. He knew
+ that he would no more quail before his guides wherever they
+ dshould point. He had been to touch the great death and|
+ thatfound that, after all, it was but the great death and was
+ for others. He was a man.
+ So it came to pass thatas he trudged from the place
+ of blood and wrath, his soul changed. He came from hot-
+ ploughsharestranq to prospects of clover tranquilly and it
+ was as if hot-ploughshares were not. Scars faded as flowers.
+ It rained. The procession of weary soldiers became
+ a tdbedraggled train, despondent and muttering., marchingin
+ a trough ofwith churning effecort, in a trough of liquid
+ brown mudud under a low, wretched sky. Yet themanyouth
+ smiled, for he saw that the world was a world for him
+ though many discovered it to be made of oaths and walking-sticks
+ The End
+ walking-sticks. He had rid himself of the
+ red sickness ofwarbattle..wfor he could nowThe
+ sultry night-mare was in the past. He had
+ been an animal blistered and sweating
+
+
+ in the heat and pain of war. He turned now with a lover's thirst, to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks; an existence of soft and eternal peace.
+
+Private Fleming.
+His various b
+Fleming discovered the next mornin
+During this march, the ardor which Fleming had acquired
+in his scramble up the bank, rapidly fadded to nothing. His
+curiosity was quite easilyVI
+Fleming awakened slowly. He came came98 XIII
+XVIII
+As Fleming had watched this approach of the enemy which
+had seemed to him like a r
+149.
+These happenings had occupied but an incredibly short time
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