SCENE 4. _Room covering whole stage._ Door at R. centre. Large box, R.

U. E. Hezekiah and Barney disc. rear centre, chained to a ring in the

floor.

HEZEKIAH. I’ll bet ye tew dollars that feller come to the conclewshun

that he must er stole my gun from a whole regiment.

BARNEY. And the grayback thafe at the table, that twitted me about the

guard-house.

HEZEKIAH. Guess he thought he was goin’ through a fullin’ mill.

BARNEY. The blackguard! (_Very sober._)

HEZEKIAH. ’Drather give fifty dollars than ter had yer hit the old

General.

BARNEY. How the divil should I know he was a general, without the two

brass things on ’im?

HEZEKIAH. All them fellers az has ritin’ tools and tables in their

tents, is generals.

BARNEY. Didn’t the sargeant tell me I was never to know one er thim

without the two brass things on him?

HEZEKIAH. It don’t make no difference, now ye bin gone and done it.

BARNEY. Didn’t he begin it, twittin’ me about the guard-house, the

thafe!

HEZEKIAH. He was only callin’ the guard for help.

BARNEY. The blackguard! Whin he was as big as I! And he called thim

three spalpeens a coort, when it takes more than two dozen to make one

er thim any day. (_Door opens R., rebel soldier enters and reads from a

paper._)

SOLDIER. The General commanding orders that the two union prisoners,

O’Flanagan and Goferum, convicted of spying in the confederate camp, be

notified that they are to be shot at daylight. Per order General

commanding. (_Exit soldier, R. Barney and Hez. look at each other a

moment in silence._)

BARNEY. He will do that?

HEZEKIAH. That’s the kind of hairpin he is.

BARNEY. The blackguard!

HEZEKIAH. Wal, I guess I’ve airn’t the powder and shot. If my old

shooter hain’t tapped a hundred and fifty er them critters, you can jest

hope ter holler.

BARNEY. I will get some lawyer to appeal that coort.

HEZEKIAH. You get out!

BARNEY. That was no coort. The constitution of Ameriky says nothing

about a coort like that.

HEZEKIAH. It don’t make no difference. The shootin’ will come. They

don’t care for constitewshuns down here.

BARNEY. I’ll have that thafe tried for murder if he does that. And I’ll

tell him that to his face, too. I don’t care who any man is that will do

an illagal thing like that.

HEZEKIAH. They don’t stop for law down here.

BARNEY. The more the shame for ’em. He will have the contimpt er the

wurruld upon ’im.

HEZEKIAH. It wouldn’t do no good. They’ll bury you at daylight. (_Short

silence._)

BARNEY. And there ain’t niver a praste to be had in this haythen country

at all.

HEZEKIAH. Ye don’t need none. If I hain’t licked rebels enough ter get

ter heaven without a priest, they can jest kick me out.

BARNEY. Havn’t I done that same meself?

HEZEKIAH. So ye have, Barney, and this ain’t yer own country, neither.

If they don’t give ye two harps to my one, it ain’t doin’ the fair thing

by ye.

BARNEY. Divil a bit do I care for a harp, if I can get out er this.

(_Door opens, and Sally appears with two carbines in her hands;

hesitates a moment._)

HEZEKIAH. Now let me die.

BARNEY. ’Pon my word.

HEZEKIAH. Come here, and let me see if you ain’t a ghost. (_Sally lays

carbines behind the box and rushes to embrace Hez._)

BARNEY. Give us a taste er that.

HEZEKIAH. You git out. There ain’t enough ter go round. (_Sally tries to

unfasten irons._)

BARNEY. Oh don’t you spread yourself. I have one er thim. (_Turns

away._)

SAL. (_hunting round for axe._) Hain’t ye got no axe, Hez.?

HEZEKIAH. ’Taint no use, Sal. Them irons can’t be broke.

SALLY. You git out, Hez. You jest show me where they keep the axe.

HEZEKIAH. They don’t leave no axes round here. If ye had one, ye’d get

up such a noise, old Hood and the whole coop would be down here

whoopin’.

SALLY. I got the whole caboodle asleep with opium.

HEZEKIAH. ’Taint no use, Sal. That Keele Brightly said we was spies, and

we’re goin ter get shot at daylight. (_Sally speechless with

astonishment._)

BARNEY. The thafe. (_Sally drops on her knees sobbing._)

SALLY. Oh what shall I do?

HEZEKIAH. I know how’ yer heart is, Sal, but ye can’t do us no good.

Jest git out as fast as ye can, and save yourself.

BARNEY. And tell Gineral Halcom about it, and divil a bit but he will

bat that spalpeen in the mornin’.

SALLY. (_Springing to her feet and wiping eyes._) I have it. (_Dashes

for the door._) I know what I’ll do.

HEZEKIAH. Say, Sal. (_She turns back._) Perhaps I shan’t never see ye

again. (_Sally falls on his breast sobbing._) Tell mother she ain’t got

nothin’ to be ashamed on about me, except I’m rough, and can’t talk so

fine as some folks. Now she is cheated out of her part er the farm, and

the old man is so mean. I don’t know what she _will_ do. I’ve sent her

all my wages and bounty.

SALLY. Keep yer upper lip solid, Hez.; cos if yer lost to yer mother,

she can have a home with me as long as she lives. Good bye. I got to get

ye out, and I ain’t no time to lose. (_Dashes out at R. door._)

BARNEY. ’Pon my word, that gal will knock the hell’s blazes out er thim

spalpeens, or I’m a thafe and a liar.

HEZEKIAH. Ain’t she a rusher?

BARNEY. ’Pon me word she is. Yer a lucky boy to have a gal like that.

HEZEKIAH. Makes me sick, cos it’s all goin’ for nothin’. (_Makes a bad

face, as if to cry._)

BARNEY. Ah-r, don’t be doin’ that. Thim blackguards will be sayin’ yer a

Yankee coward.

HEZEKIAH. The man that can’t grind out some grief at leavin’ a gal like

that, ain’t got brains enough to know what he’s losin’.

BARNEY. Indade! Isn’t Biddy Maloney as fine a gal as she, barrin’ the

fitin’? (_Door opens at R., and Keele Brightly enters, followed by

D’Arneaux and guard, one of whom proceeds to iron D’A. to the same ring

with Hez. and Barney._)

BRIGHTLY. (_Looking about and at prisoners._) As incomprehensible as

ever. The guard drugged and disarmed, and the prisoners unmolested.

Corporal, place a guard of twenty men around this building, and you have

my orders to shoot any person, man or woman, approaching it without

authority. I have placed a barrel of powder beneath, with a fuse

attached, leading out under the door. If the Yankees attack us before

daybreak, fire the fuse, or kill the prisoners, and join your regiment

at once. (_Guard leaves with Corporal, R. Brightly lingers to see all is

secure, then leaves R._)

HEZEKIAH. (_To Barney._) Bet ye tew dollars this old machine is about

gin out. They’re killin’ their own.

BARNEY. (_To Hez._) Is he a Gineral? (_D’A. hangs head._)

HEZEKIAH. (_To D’A._) Say! Yer couldn’t tell a feller who’s gittin’

licked outside, could ye? (_D’A. gives them no attention._)

BARNEY. (_To D’A._) You don’t be talkin’?

HEZEKIAH. (_To D’A._) Talk is cheap, and I thought I’d give ye a chance

on what ye had the most on.

BARNEY. Shoot thim at daylight, sez he. (_Makes a bad face as if about

to cry._)

HEZEKIAH. Don’t be blubberin’, Barney.

BARNEY. Don’t you see the daylight is comin’ through thim cracks there?

HEZEKIAH. Let her come. It ain’t goin’ to last long. (_A board lifts up

at L. and Zina crawls up through._)

D’A. Zina!

HEZEKIAH. Now let me die!

BARNEY. ’Pon my word! (_Zina motions quiet._)

ZINA. The guard! Master D’Arneaux, how are you here?

D’A. A victim of the falsehood of your master.

ZINA. How?

D’A. Convicted of treason by false testimony, and sentenced to die at

sunrise.

ZINA. Oh this is so cowardly and _unjust_ to you, who have been so brave

and kind. Oh what _shall_ I do?

D’A. You can do nothing, Zina.

ZINA. I will go to the General and say it is _not_ true.

D’A. You are but a poor slave girl. It would avail nothing. Zina,

through economy and speculations, I have become possessed of five

thousand dollars in gold. It is all buried beneath the roots of the old

cotton-wood that stands by the grave of our Nelly. No one but my mother

knows this. If, by the fortunes of war, I should fall, it would keep my

mother from want. If, when peace and independence come, and I should

live, to buy your freedom, when I had determined to offer you my heart,

hand, and the honor of a soldier.

ZINA. Oh you _would_ not throw yourself away on a poor slave! You _do_

not know what you say!

D’A. This has been the nurtured ambition of my heart, since, with all

your native goodness, I saw your generous devotion to my helpless old

mother.

ZINA. How _can_ you love a poor, degraded slave girl, who has _nothing_

to offer but these miserable rags, and the memory that she came of the

hated race, so despised by all the world. (_Falls on her knees, covers

face._)

D’A. As God loves goodness in the human heart—as manhood admires the

noble, unselfish woman, though her covering be undeserving rags—as the

heart plays captive to the most generous impulses of nature—as the honor

of a soldier reaches out to grasp its ideal, so do I offer my tribute of

love. Zina, all these dreams of the future die with me when the sun

rises over the eastern hills. Go out from here. Avoid the guard. Find

the money, and fly with my mother, where you can be free. Save my mother

from want, and I am content. Waste no time, or you too may be lost.

ZINA. Oh I cannot be so cowardly as to leave you now! (_Rising._)

D’A. Why did you come here, where there is nothing but danger?

ZINA. (_Pointing to Hez. and Barney._) To save _these_ who have been so

good and kind to me. When my master had turned me away to starve,

_these_ men gave me their own food and blankets when the storm was cold

and pitiless. (_Shot R. Zina goes to R. door to listen._)

D’A. (_To Hez. and Bar._) My hand, good fellows. One often sees that to

admire in an enemy. (_Shake all, Hez. grudgingly. Zina looks around the

room and discovers the carbines, places them on the box._)

BARNEY. When I was first lookin’ at ye, didn’t I be knowin’ ye was no

blackguard.

D’A. When the other world begins to lift its shadows to light us to the

other side, the animosities of this life should be forgotten.

HEZEKIAH. (_To D’A._) Give me your hand again. I allus said I’d never

shake with a rebel, but I’ll take it all back.

D’A. Zina, before I die, there is a secret in your history the

excitement of the hour had well nigh caused me to forget. It came to me

by accident. You were not born a slave!

Z. Then who am I?

D’A. A lost child of the Halcoms!

ZINA. (_Falling on her knees and covering her face._) My brave, noble

brother!

D’A. While confined, previous to my trial, I overheard conversation

between Brightly and one of his ruffian comrades, detailing your history

and a plan for your destruction. The reason—slavery is abrogated, and

you are one of the Halcoms. Seventeen years since, Brightly was the

leader of a band of Regulators, raised to protect the planters from the

abolitionists, who were running off their help. I was a member of that

company, though a mere boy. An old political grudge had existed between

Brightly and your father for many years. On a dark December night,

backed by a crowd of selected desperadoes, he murdered your father when

he was without means of defence, outraged and killed your mother,—then

fired the house.

ZINA. (_Shuddering._) My poor mother! (_Sobbing._)

D’A. Some of those men are now standing guard around this building. You

were then a helpless infant in the cradle. Old Milly, the nurse, escaped

with you to the wood. Two days after you were both kidnapped by

Brightly, taken to his plantation in Alabama, where he raised you as a

slave. At the time of the murder, your brother Frank, at the age of 12

years, was educating in the free schools of New England. During the last

15 years he has not ceased to search for the murderer of his family. He

has no knowledge that you have been saved from the burning home. Within

the last three years, Brightly has repeatedly tried to sell you to

cotton planters on the coast. Only my vigilance and the color of your

skin have prevented it. It was Brightly’s hand that sent the bullet

after your life, on the night of your brother’s escape. If you are found

here, your life is lost. Go now. Day is breaking. God bless you.

Remember my mother. (_Distant rapid firing._)

ZINA. (_Springing to her feet and listening,_) Hark! My brother is

coming!

D’A. Escape while you can. Quick, or you will be lost!

ZINA. (_Flings off turban._) I will defend you until his sword shall

save us!

D’A. You cannot, you are a weak girl! (_Zina bars the door and slings

carbine on belt._)

ZINA. So I can fight and die with you! (_Rebs. attack the door

furiously. Zina holds it._)

D’A. This building is mined and you will be blown to atoms. (_Zina holds

the door._)

ZINA. I have filled the powder with water!

D’A. You will be killed. Conceal yourself beneath the floor. (_Rebs.

knock holes in middle of door with an axe._)

HEZEKIAH. Yes, go, Zina. God bless yer brave little heart.

BARNEY. Please go, little girl, ye can’t do us no good! (_Heavy,

increasing firing R. Blows on the door rapid and continuous. She holds

it._)

D’A. You cannot defend us! (_Zina seizes carbine and, springing back,

exclaims:_)

ZINA. I am a Halcom! This rifle shall avenge my mother’s life.

(_Confederates smash the door until they knock it to pieces. Then the

door breaks down and a crowd of rebels rush through, 5 rapid shots from

Zina and they retreat to outside, 3 men fall. She drops the old and

seizes another carbine as Brightly urges them back. Five more shots

throw them into a crowding confusion at the door, when she stops firing

from unloading. Brightly and six soldiers rush to left front. Zina draws

knife to defend prisoners._)

BRIGHTLY. (_As he and soldiers dash to L._) Kill the prisoners.

(_Soldiers spring forward to bayonet them and are met by Zina._)

ZINA. Who strikes the helpless is a coward! (_Soldiers hesitate, with

bayonets at her breast._)

BRIGHTLY. You shall be food for my dogs!

ZINA. Coward! Thief! Assassin of my mother!

BRIGHTLY. So you bite the hand that fed you to life!

ZINA. My hands have earned your bread and mine!

BRIGHTLY. (_To soldiers._) Kill her! (_Halcom dashes in R. followed by

soldiers, who cover rebs._)

HALCOM. Throw down your arms! (_Rebels drop arms and Zina rushes into

her brother’s arms saying:_)

ZINA. My brother!

HALCOM. I have long suspected this. My mother’s face lives in this girl

and in my memory seventeen years since as she begged for mercy from a

man who never felt it.

BRIGHTLY. I am a prisoner of war.

HALCOM. We have met, sir, for the last time. You shall fight women and

helpless prisoners no longer.

BRIGHTLY. Then have done with your preaching and come on! (_Drops sword

and draws knife._)

HALCOM. I will not keep you waiting long! You shall fight for your life

this time like an honorable man!

BRIGHTLY. (_To reb. soldiers_) The psalm of a traitor who has stabbed

his country in the back!

HALCOM. (_To prisoners and Union soldiers._) If this man passes my hands

safely he shall go free! (_Taking advantage while Halcom is speaking to

the Union prisoners, Brightly rushes forward to stab him in the back,

treacherously. Zina catches his purpose, drops on one knee, knocks his

hand up and drives her knife to the hilt in the ruffian’s heart.

Brightly staggers back and falls. Zina springs up, aghast at the result,

then drops knife, covering her face, says:—_)

ZINA. My poor mother! (_Drops on her knees, then face, sobbing until

curtain falls._)

THE END.

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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES

1. The stage directions were inconsistently formatted. Some were

italicized and some not. Also some were in parentheses and some in

square brackets. (As if the typesetter ran out of parentheses or

italics occassionally.) They were all altered to parentheses and

italics.

2. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.

3. Retained anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as

printed.

4. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.

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