CHAPTER XXXIX.

MILDRED BEGINS HER JOURNEY.

The man who writes the history of woman's love will find himself

employed in drawing out a tangled skein. It is a history of secret

emotions and vivid contrasts, which may well go nigh to baffle his

penetration and to puzzle his philosophy. There is in it a surface of

timid and gentle bashfulness concealing an underflow of strong and heady

passion: a seeming caprice that a breath may shake or a word alarm; yet,

all the while, an earnest devotion of soul which, in its excited action,

holds all danger cheap that crosses the path of its career. The

sportive, changeful, and coward nature that dallies with affection as a

jest, and wins admiration by its affrighted coyness; that flies and

would be followed; that revolts and would be soothed, entreated, and on

bended knee implored, before it is won; that same nature will undergo

the ordeal of the burning ploughshare, take all the extremes of misery

and distress, brave the fury of the elements and the wrath of man, and

in every peril be a patient comforter, when the cause that moves her is

the vindication of her love. Affection is to her what glory is to man,

an impulse that inspires the most adventurous heroism.

There had been for some days past in Mildred's mind an anxious misgiving

of misfortune to Butler, which was but ill concealed in a quiet and

reserved demeanor. The argument of his safety seemed to have little to

rest upon, and she could perceive that it was not believed by those who

uttered it. There rose upon her thoughts imaginings or presentiments of

ill, which she did not like to dwell upon, but which she could not

banish. And now when Horse Shoe had told his tale, the incidents did not

seem to warrant the levity with which he passed them by. She was afraid

to express her doubts: and they brooded upon her mind, hatching pain and

secret grief. It was almost an instinct, therefore, that directed her

resolve, when she announced her determination to go in person in quest

of Cornwallis, and to plead Butler's cause herself to the British

general. Her soul rebelled at the gross calumny which had been invented

to bring down vengeance upon Arthur's head; and she had no thought of

thwarting the accuser's wickedness, but by an appeal to the highest

power for that redress which an honorable soldier, in her opinion, could

not refuse, even to an enemy. As to the personal hazard, inconvenience,

or difficulty of her projected enterprise, no thought of either for a

moment occupied her. She saw but her purpose before her, and did not

pause to reckon on the means by which she was to promote it. She

reflected not on the censure of the world; nor on its ridicule; nor on

its want of sympathy for her feelings: she reflected only on her power

to serve one dearer to her than a friend, upon her duty, and upon the

agony of her doubts. If her father had been at hand she might have

appealed to him, and, perhaps, have submitted to his counsel; but he was

absent, she knew not where, and she was convinced that no time was to be

lost. "Even now, whilst we debate," she said, "his life may be forfeited

to the malice of the wicked men who have ensnared him."

Her conduct in this crisis is not to be weighed in the scale wherein the

seemly and decorous observances of female propriety are ordinarily

balanced. The times, the occasion, and the peculiar position of Mildred,

take her case out of the pale of common events, and are entitled to

another standard. She will be judged by the purity of her heart, the

fervor of her attachment, and her sense of the importance of the service

she was about to confer. And with the knowledge of these, I must leave

her vindication to the generosity of my reader.

When the morning came and breakfast was over, the horses were brought to

the door. Henry was active in all the preliminary arrangements for the

journey, and now bestirred himself with an increased air of personal

importance. Isaac, a grey-haired negro of a sedate, and, like all his

tribe, of an abundantly thoughtful length of visage, appeared in a suit

of livery, ready booted and spurred for his journey. A large

portmanteau, containing a supply of baggage for his mistress, was duly

strapped behind his saddle, whilst a pair of pistols were buckled upon

the pummel. Henry's horse also had all the furniture necessary to a

campaign and the young martialist himself, notwithstanding his sister's

disapproval, was begirt with a sword-belt, from which depended a light

sabre, with which he was in the habit of exhibiting himself in the corps

of the Rangers. His bugle hung gracefully by his side, and his carbine

was already provided with a strap to sling it across his back. Stephen

Foster was lost in wonder at these sudden preparations, of the import of

which he could gain no more intelligence from Henry than that a movement

towards the army was intended, of a portentous character.

Horse Shoe sat quietly in the porch looking on with a professional

unconcern, whilst his trusty Captain Peter, bearing a pair of

saddle-bags, now stuffed with a plethora of provisions, slouched his

head, in patient fixedness, waiting the order to move. A bevy of

domestics hung around the scene of preparation, lost in conjectures as

to the meaning of this strange array, and prosecuting an inquiry to

satisfy themselves, with fruitless perseverance.

When Mildred appeared at the door she was habited for her journey. The

housekeeper, an aged dame, stood near her.

"My travel, Mistress Morrison," she said, addressing the matron, and at

the same time putting a letter into her hand, "I trust will not keep me

long from home. If my father should return before I do, be careful to

give him that. Mr. Foster, you will not forget your promise," she added,

as she delivered the second letter, which, notwithstanding her own

expedition, she had prepared for Butler, in the hope that opportunity

might favor its transmission by Stephen.

"The gold," said Stephen, putting his hand in his pocket; "you will want

it yourself, Miss Mildred, and I can do without it."

"Never mind that," interrupted Mildred. "Keep your promise, and I hope

to be able to reward you more according to your deserts."

"Heaven and the saints protect you, Miss Mildred!" said the housekeeper,

as the lady bade her farewell. "You leave us on some heavy errand. God

grant that you come back with a gayer face than you take away!" Then

turning up her eyes, and raising her hands, she ejaculated, "This is an

awful thing, and past my understanding!"

Mildred took leave of the rest of the group around the door, and was

soon in her saddle. This was a signal for the rest to mount, and as

Stephen Foster delivered Henry his rifle, the latter took occasion to

whisper in the hunter's ear--

"It is not unlikely, Steve, that we may meet each other again over here

in Carolina; so remember to make inquiries for us as you go along, and

tell the men I hope to join them before they fire one shot in spite. But

mum, Steve, not a word about our route."

Stephen shook hands with his young comrade; and Henry, seeing that the

rest of the party had already left the door and were some distance down

the hill, called out with an elated tone of good humor--"Farewell, Mrs.

Morrison, and all the rest of you!" and putting spurs to his horse

galloped off to join his sister.

The route pursued by the travellers lay due south, and during the first

three or four days of their journey they were still within the confines

of Virginia. To travel on horseback was a customary feat, even for

ladies, in those days of rough roads and scant means of locomotion: and

such a cavalcade as we have described was calculated to excite no

particular inquiry from the passer-by, beyond that which would now be

made on the appearance of any party of pleasure upon the high-roads, in

the course of a summer excursion. Mildred experienced severe fatigue in

the first stages of her journey; but by degrees this wore off, and she

was soon enabled to endure the long day's ride with scarcely less

inconvenience than her fellow-travellers.

At that period there were but few inns in these thinly-peopled

districts, and such as were already established were small and but

meagrely provided. This deficiency was, in some degree, compensated by

the good will with which the owners of private establishments in the

country received the better class of travellers, and the ready

hospitality with which they entertained them. Henry took upon himself to

obtain information of the gentlemen's seats that lay near the route of

his journey, and to conduct the party to them whenever his sister's

comfort required better accommodation than the common inns afforded.

As our travellers had thus far kept along that range of country which

lay immediately under the mountains, they were not annoyed by the

intense heats which, at this season, prevailed in the lowlands. The

weather, ever since their departure, had been uncommonly fine, and as is

usual in this district, the month of September had brought its cool,

dewy nights, whilst the early hours of the morning were even marked by a

little sharpness, almost approaching to frost. The effect of this on

Mildred was to recruit the weariness of travel, and better enable her to

encounter the noon-tide fervors of the sun; and she had so far endured

the toils of her journey with an admirable spirit. Actual trial

generally results in demonstrating how much we are prone to exaggerate

in advance the difficulties of any undertaking. Accordingly, Mildred's

present experience strengthened her resolution to proceed, and even

communicated an unexpected increase of contentment to her feelings.

On the fifth day the party crossed the river Dan, and entered the

province of North Carolina. A small remnant of Gates's shattered army

lay at Hillsborough, at no great distance from the frontier; and as

Mildred was anxious to avoid the inquiry or molestation to be expected

in passing through a military post, she resolved to travel by a lower

route, and Horse Shoe, therefore, at her suggestion, directed his

journey towards the little village of Tarborough.

Cornwallis, it was understood, since the battle of Camden, had removed

his head-quarters into the neighborhood of the Waxhaws, some distance up

the Catawba, where he was supposed to be yet stationary. The whole

country in the neighborhood of either army was in a state of earnest

preparation; the British commander recruiting his forces for further and

immediate operations--the American endeavoring to reassemble his feeble

and scattered auxiliaries for defence. At the present moment, actual

hostilities between these two parties were entirely suspended, in

anxious anticipation of the rapidly approaching renewal of the struggle.

It was a breathing time, when the panting combatants, exhausted by

battle, stood sullenly eyeing each other and making ready--the one to

strike, the other to ward off another staggering blow.

The country over which Mildred was now to travel was calculated to tax

her powers of endurance to the utmost. It was a dreary waste of barren

wilderness, covered with an endless forest of gloomy pine, through which

a heavy, sandy road crept in lurid and melancholy shade. Here and there

a miserable hut occurred to view, with a few ragged inmates, surrounded

by all the signs of squalid poverty. The principal population were only

to be seen along the banks of the rivers which penetrated into this

region, some twenty or thirty miles distant from each other. The

alluvial bottoms through which these streams found a channel to the

ocean, were the only tracts of land of sufficient fertility to afford

support to man--all between them was a sterile and gloomy forest.

Still, these regions were not deserted. Bodies of irregular troops, ill

clothed and worse armed, and generally bearing the haggard features of

disease, such as mark the population of a sickly climate, were often

encountered upon the road, directing their wearied march towards the

head-quarters of the republican army. The rigors of the Southern summer

had not yet abated; and it was with painful steps in the deep sand, amid

clouds of suffocating dust, that these little detachments prosecuted

their journey.

Mildred, so far from sinking under the weariness and increasing

hardships of her present toils, seemed to be endued with a capacity for

sustaining them much beyond anything that could have been believed of

her sex. Her courage grew with the difficulties that beset her. She

looked composedly upon the obstacles before her, and encountered them,

not only without a murmur, but even with a cheerfulness to which she had

hitherto been a stranger. The steadiness of her onward march, her

unrepining patience, and the gentle solicitude with which she turned the

thoughts of her companions from herself, and forbade the supposition

that her powers were over-taxed, showed how deeply her feelings were

engaged in her enterprise, and how maturely her mind had taken its

resolution.

"One never would have guessed," said Horse Shoe, towards the close of

the second day after they had entered North Carolina, "that a lady so

daintily nursed as you was at home, Mistress Mildred, could have ever

borne this here roughing of it through these piney woods. But I have

made one observation, Miss Lindsay, that no one can tell what they are

fit for till they are tried; and on the back of that I have another,

that when there's a great stir that rouses up a whole country, it don't

much signify whether they are man or woman, they all get roused alike.

'Pon my word, ma'am, I have seen men--who think themselves sodgers

too--that would be onwilling to trust themselves at this time o' year

through such a dried up piece of pine barren as we have been travelling

over for two days past."

"You remember the fable of the willow and the oak, Mr. Robinson,"

replied Mildred, smiling; "the storm may bring down the sturdy tree, but

the supple shrub will bend before it without breaking."

"I'm not much given to religious takings-on," said the sergeant, "but

sometimes a notion comes into my head that looks a little that way, and

that is, when God appoints a thing to be done, he gives them that's to

do it all the wherewithals. Now, as Major Butler is a good man and a

brave sodger--God bless him!--it does seem right that you, Mistress

Lindsay,--who, I take on me to understand enough of your consarns and

his'n, without offence, to say has a leaning towards the major,--I say

it does seem right and natural that you should lend a hand to help him

out of tribulation; and so you see the cause being a good cause, the

Lord has given you both wisdom and strength to do what is right."

"We owe, sergeant, a duty to our country; and we serve God and our

country both, when we strengthen the hands of its defenders."

"That's a valiant speech, young lady, and it's a noble speech," said

Horse Shoe, with an earnest emphasis. "I have often told the major that

the women of this country had as honest thoughts about this here war,

and was as warm for our cause as the men; and some of them, perhaps, a

little warmer. They could be pitted against the women of any quarter of

the aqueous globe, in bearing and forbearing both, when it is for the

good of the country."

"Henry is asleep on his horse," said Mildred, looking at her brother,

who now, jaded and worn with the effort of travel, was nodding and

dropping his head forward, and almost losing his seat. "What, Henry,

brother!" she added, loud enough to rouse up the young horseman. "My

trusty cavalier, are you going to fall from your horse? Where is all

that boasted glorification upon which you were disposed to be so

eloquent only a week ago? I thought a man on horseback was naturally

proud: I fear it was only on holiday occasions you meant, Henry. Hav'n't

you a word for a sunny day and a dry journey? You lag more like a

miller's boy with his bag of meal, than a young soldier setting out on

his adventures."

"Ah, sister," said Henry, waking up, "this is nothing but

pine--pine--and sand, without end. There is no game in the woods to keep

a man on the look-out, except here and there a herd of wild hogs, that

snort and run from us, like a squadron of cavalry, with their bristles

set up on their backs as fierce as the back fin of a sunfish. There is

not even grass to look at: you might see a black snake running half a

mile amongst the trees. And then there are such great patches of burnt

timber, every trunk staring right at you, as black as thunder. I'm tired

of it all--I want to see the green fields again."

"And, in truth, brother, so do I: but not until we can bring merry faces

to look upon them. How far are we from Tarborough?"

"We should be drawing nigh to the town," replied Horse Shoe, "for you

may see that we shall soon be out of these woods, by the signs of open

country ahead. The last squad of sodgers that passed us, said that when

we came to the farms, we shouldn't be more than five miles from the

town, and the sun isn't above an hour high."

"In the hope of being soon housed, then, Mr. Robinson, I may confess to

you I am somewhat weary; but a good night's rest will put me in fair

condition for to-morrow's ride again."

After the lapse of an hour, the party were safely sheltered in a

tolerably comfortable inn at the village: and Mildred, aided by the

sedulous care of Henry, found herself well bestowed in the best chamber

of the house.

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