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THE BLUE BALLOON
A TALE OF
THE SHENANDOAH VALLEY
BY
REGINALD HORSLEY
AUTHOR OF ‘THE YELLOW GOD;’ ETC.
WITH SIX ILLUSTRATIONS
BY
W. S. STACEY
NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY
31 WEST-TWENTY-THIRD STREET
1896
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CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. OLD GRIZZLY 7
II. STONEWALL JACKSON’S WAY 19
III. THE BALLOON GOES UP 32
IV. THE BALLOON COMES DOWN 49
V. A FIRE-EATING COLONEL 64
VI. A FREE BREAKFAST 74
VII. NO. XX. COMPANY D OF THE ‘TRAILING TERRORS’ 93
VIII. A PAIR OF RELUCTANT RECRUITS 118
IX. HOW GENERAL SHIELDS SENT A DESPATCH TO GENERAL FRÉMONT 131
X. HOW THAT DESPATCH WAS INTERCEPTED 148
XI. LUCIUS BRINGS THE BOAT ASHORE 158
XII. A DUEL IN THE DARK 175
XIII. HOW THE DESPATCH WAS BROUGHT TO STONEWALL JACKSON 199
XIV. GRIZZLY IN THE TOILS 223
XV. ANY PORT IN A STORM 239
XVI. OLD GRIZZLY’S SACRIFICE 257
XVII. WHAT CAME OF IT ALL 277
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
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Down came Ephraim’s rifle to the charge again _Frontispiece_
‘Hyar I am,’ said Ephraim 13
Ephraim, his feet twined among the cordage, slowly
mounted towards the network 61
‘Upon my word, you are a nice young man,’ said the
general 111
A candle was burning on a table by the window 211
‘Fire, boys! Fire!’ 275
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THE BLUE BALLOON.
CHAPTER I.
OLD GRIZZLY.
Thirty-three years ago, or, to be quite exact, in the month of May 1862,
the great civil war in the United States of America was in full swing.
The Federals had discovered that their boast that they would finish the
whole affair in ninety days had been an empty one; while the
Confederates, brave as they were, and fighting with all the vigour of
men goaded to fury by the horrors of invasion, were learning by slow
degrees, and in the teeth of their successes, that one Southerner could
_not_ whip five Yankees.
The short remnant of summer which followed the first battle of Bull Run,
or Manassas, as it was named in the South, had come to an end without
startling incident; the dreary winter had dragged itself to a close,
unmarked by aught but skirmishes and conflicts of minor importance; but
in the spring of ’62 immense armies took the field, and campaigns were
begun, compared with which all that had gone before was merely an
insignificant prelude.
At the first rumour that McClellan, stirring at last from his long and
inglorious inactivity, was about to advance upon Richmond, the
Confederate General Johnston at once evacuated Manassas, and fell back
towards the threatened point; while Stonewall Jackson, who commanded the
army of the Shenandoah, moved up the valley, so as to keep communication
open with the defenders of the capital.
In the valley lay the town of Staunton, the capital of Augusta county,
Virginia, and the presumed objective of one section of the Federal
advance. Here, when the war began, lived a youth named Ephraim Sykes,
more commonly known as ‘Old Grizzly.’ Not that he at all resembled that
ferocious animal either in person or in disposition, for his manners
were mild and inoffensive; but since his Christian name happened to
coincide with the sobriquet usually bestowed upon the grizzly
bear—namely, ‘Ephraim’—a happy thought occurred one day to a youthful
wag of Staunton. So Ephraim Sykes was promptly dubbed ‘Old Grizzly,’ and
as such was known ever afterwards.
Ephraim was between nineteen and twenty years of age, but looked much
older, for he was tall and lank, with a thoughtful face and a sallow
complexion, while an early and luxuriant crop of dark and curling hair
flourished upon his thin cheeks and square, resolute chin. It was this
chin, along with a pair of clear, steady, gray eyes, which conveyed to
the physiognomist the impression that, shy and retiring as the lad was,
beneath his unassuming exterior lurked the spirit of a lion, united to a
will of iron.
Ephraim was a ‘hand’ in one of the large ironworks in Staunton, but he
owned a soul above his humble calling, and his mechanical genius was
little short of marvellous. He was for ever inventing curious toys and
handy appliances, which he traded off among the Staunton boys for sums
very far below their actual value. The money thus obtained he devoted
partly to the support of an aged aunt, who had brought him up since the
death of his father and mother, and partly to the purchase of material
for the manufacture of his inventions, or, as he himself styled them,
his ‘notions.’ Education, in the ordinary sense of the word, he had
never had, but he had managed, nevertheless, by his own efforts and
quiet persistence, to acquire an extraordinary amount of general and
useful information: a neatly made bookcase, which stood against the wall
of his little room, held a supply of books on science, mathematics, and
the mechanical arts, which seemed curiously out of place in the homely
cabin. But that Ephraim knew their use, and profited by the information
he derived from the study of them, was evidenced by the character of the
work he turned out, and the increasing favour in which he was held by Mr
Coulter, the master of the works in which he was employed.
By the boys who formed his chief customers Grizzly was popularly
supposed to be very rich, and the one fault they had to find with him
was that he hoarded his gains in a miserly fashion, spending not a cent
more than was absolutely necessary to provide himself and his aunt with
the simple necessaries of life. Here, however, they misjudged Ephraim,
for though it was true that he scraped and pinched and denied himself to
put aside some small proportion of his not very extensive means, yet
there was a purpose in what he did, and his motives were very different
from those which the boys in their thoughtless way ascribed to him.
The fact was that poor Ephraim’s soul was fired with one strong and
overmastering ambition. He longed to rise in the world. He dimly
recognised his own powers, and felt within himself a capacity for
progress which he could not but see was denied to the bulk of his
fellow-workers. His shrewdness early taught him the value of money as a
means to this end, and while others spent and squandered, he added
dollar after dollar to his little hoard, and watched with keen
satisfaction the slowly accumulating pile.
He was known to almost everybody in Staunton—there being few homes which
did not possess some proof of his skill in handicraft—and he was a
general favourite on account of his unfailing good-nature. For though
careful, or mean as some called it, with his money, he was always
willing to give the work of his hands, and many were the small boys
whose happiness had been rendered unbounded by the acquisition of some
precious plaything, for which they could not afford to pay, but which
Ephraim had not the heart to deny them.
Still, though many sought his acquaintance, Grizzly allowed himself the
luxury of but one friend, the only boy, perhaps, in all Staunton who
thoroughly understood and properly appreciated him, Lucius Markham. And
him Ephraim simply worshipped. The contrast between the two was almost
absurd, for Lucius was what is called a gentleman, and with his fair
hair, blue eyes, and aristocratic bearing, stood out in curious relief
beside the rough working-lad whom he had selected for his crony. Yet the
two were inseparable, and Lucius, who was three years younger than
Ephraim, and high-spirited and self-willed, would listen to no
remonstrances on the part of his parents, who looked askance upon this
ill-assorted companionship, but spent as much of his spare time as he
possibly could by Ephraim’s side, often in the latter’s little workshop,
where he watched admiringly the processes which neither could his head
understand nor his hands execute.
As for Ephraim, Lucius was his hero, and he adored him with a dog-like
affection, which the other, though he certainly returned it, yet
received with a lofty air of patronage, as became the son and heir of so
important a personage as Mr Markham of Markham Hall.
When the war broke out, the enthusiasm of the two lads knew no bounds.
The Staunton artillery, in which Mr Markham held a commission, had been
almost the first to take the field, and had played an important part in
the capture of Harper’s Ferry and the arsenal. Lucius had therefore a
personal interest in the war from the very beginning, and great indeed
was his delight when he was allowed to pay a visit to his father at the
camp at Harper’s Ferry, where the impetuous young Southerners were
receiving their first lessons in the art of real war from generals and
captains who were afterwards destined to write their names large upon
the scroll of Fame.
On his return to Staunton, Lucius flew to the house of his friend,
burning to impart his new experiences.
‘Hello, Aunty Chris!’ he shouted, bursting into the little cabin where
the old woman sat darning Ephraim’s socks. ‘Where’s Grizzly?’
‘Hyar I am,’ said Ephraim, coming out of his den with a jack-plane in
one hand and a piece of walnut wood in the other. ‘How ye comin’ along,
Luce?’ he added, his eyes beaming affectionately upon his friend.
‘Oh!’ cried Lucius, not troubling to return the salute, ‘I tell you I’ve
had such a time at the Ferry. They are all there—father, and General
Harper, and General Harman, and Captain Imboden, and all the rest of
them; and Major Jackson of the Military Institute way down in Lexington
has been made a colonel and put in command over the whole lot of them.
They didn’t like it at first, but they’ve got used to it now, and my!
don’t he just make them work. They were having a picnic before he came,
but I guess he didn’t help to whip the Mexicans for nothing.’
‘Do tell,’ remarked Ephraim.
‘I should say so,’ went on Lucius. ‘He’s a stark fighter, he is, and he
keeps them down to it. They’re drilling and marching, and marching and
drilling, all day long; and at night they have camp-fires, and sentries,
and everything. You never saw such a show. And oh! Grizzly, what do you
think? Captain Imboden let me fire off a cannon.’
‘Ye don’t say so!’ exclaimed Ephraim, his sallow face lighting up. ‘How
many Yanks did ye shoot?’
Lucius burst out laughing. ‘Why, it wasn’t loaded, stupid,’ he said,
‘except with blank cartridge. But I touched her off, and she made an
awful good row.’
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‘I reckon,’ said Ephraim simply, adding with some anxiety in his voice:
‘Then ye warn’t in no battle, Luce?’
‘Battle! No,’ answered Lucius. ‘There hasn’t been one so far, and I
imagine they wouldn’t have had me around while it was going on. There’s
sure to be one soon, though; so they all say. Don’t I wish we could be
there to see it. There’ll only be one, you know,’ he added confidently.
‘We shall whip the Yanks, and then everybody will come home again.’
‘Thet’s so,’ remarked Ephraim sententiously, ‘’ceptin’ them as is
killed, of co’se.’ He fell to considering the piece of wood which he
held in his hand.
‘What are you making there?’ demanded Lucius.
‘A gun-stock. I got a bar’l in thar.’
‘I’ll come and watch you,’ said Lucius, ‘and then I can tell you all
about the camp.’
He followed Ephraim into his workshop and sat down upon the edge of a
small tub, in which were set two huge glass jars, partly filled with
fluid.
‘Don’t ye set down thar,’ cried Ephraim, pushing him off. ‘Jerushy! A
little more and ye’d have been through the roof.’
‘Why, what’s in them?’ inquired Lucius, looking rather scared, as he
shifted his seat to the dusty bench at which Ephraim worked.
‘They’re chemicals—different sorts, ye know,’ explained Grizzly. ‘Just’s
long as they’re by themselves they’re all right, ye onderstand; but
wanst they come together there’s the all-firedest kick-up ye ever see.’
‘What a fellow you are!’ said Lucius, glancing round the room with its
mixture of tools, cog-wheels, small engine bars, glass retorts, and what
not. ‘You’ll blow your own head off some of these fine days.’
‘I nearly done it last Toosday,’ grinned Ephraim genially; ‘and old
Aunty Chris war thet skeert, she run down the street hollerin’ thieves
and murder.’ He laughed quietly at the recollection.
‘That’s all very well,’ said Lucius; ‘but you shouldn’t leave them so
close to one another if they are so dangerous as you say they are.’
‘Thet’s so,’ acquiesced Ephraim, removing one of the jars to a corner of
the room. ‘It don’t matter a cob of corn what goes wrong with me, but I
’low I’d never forgive myself if harm came to you.’
‘How’s the pile, Grizzly?’ asked Lucius irrelevantly.
‘It’s growing, sonny; it’s growing. It ain’t the wuth of a gold mine
yet; but it’s coming along. War ye wanting a trifle, maybe?’
‘Who, me?’ answered Lucius loftily. ‘I should say not. I’ve got plenty.’
He rattled the money in his pocket as he spoke. ‘But I say, Grizzly,
when do you think it will be big enough to let you go to college?’
Ephraim’s eyes glistened. ‘Maybe two years,’ he replied; ‘that is, ef
trade keeps steady. It seems a long time, don’t it? But it’s a little
while when ye reckon I’ve worked and waited five years for’t already.’
Lucius looked at him admiringly. ‘You’ll do big things yet, if only you
get the chance, Grizzly,’ he said. ‘And if you weren’t so mighty proud,
you could have had the chance long ago. Father would give me the money
for you, if you’d let me ask him. I know he would.’
‘No, Luce,’ returned Ephraim, laying a hairy paw affectionately on his
friend’s shoulder. ‘I know ye’d do it and willin’, jest ez I’d give you
the best I had; but I med up my mind long ago thet ef I couldn’t work it
out myself I wouldn’t be wuth no one’s workin’ it out for me, and thet’s
the fact. It’ll come in time, I know thet. And besides I’m used to
waitin’.’ He sighed, though, as he said it.
‘It does seem a shame,’ burst out Lucius, ‘that a great empty-headed
noodle like me should have more money than he knows what to do with,
while a clever, enterprising fellow like you, with a brain full of
notions, should be kept back because you haven’t got any. I’——
‘Oh, shet yer head, Luce,’ interrupted Ephraim good-humouredly. ‘Ef I
war all ye make me out ter be, I’d hev been thar long ago, dollars or no
dollars. Maybe it’s best as it is,’ he concluded; ‘for ef I war ready
ter go now, I reckon this old war would come in the way of it.’
‘Pooh! the war,’ ejaculated Lucius contemptuously. ‘I tell you there’s
going to be no war. Father says there’ll be a battle likely—just one,
and that will settle the Yankees and their bounce for good and all.’
‘Maybe,’ nodded Ephraim. ‘We’re going ter see.’
‘Well, if there is a war,’ proclaimed Lucius, ‘I am going to join in. So
there.’
‘You!’ exclaimed Ephraim in unaffected astonishment. ‘Why, Luce, they
wouldn’t have ye. Ye’re too young.’
‘What of that?’ retorted Lucius, flushing. ‘I am sixteen. I can carry a
gun. What more do they want?’
‘A heap, I reckon,’ said Ephraim, eyeing him along the gun-stock he was
planing. ‘But no matter for that, Luce. Yer par would never let ye go.’
‘Maybe then I’d go without asking him,’ muttered Lucius rebelliously.
Ephraim laid down the gun-stock and approached him. ‘See hyar, Luce,’ he
said anxiously, ‘ye ain’t got no idees in yer head, hev ye?’
Lucius burst out laughing. ‘Well, you have a way of putting things,’ he
cried. ‘I believe I have just one, and that is, I am going to be a
soldier.’
Ephraim considered a moment. ‘Waal,’ he said at last, ‘ef thet’s so, I
believe I’ll hev to volunteer ter look after ye.’
Lucius roared afresh at this. ‘A pretty soldier you would make,
Grizzly,’ he shouted. ‘I fancy I see you ambling along with a gun over
your shoulder. Why, I believe you’d be scared to death the moment you
let it off.’
‘Maybe I would,’ admitted Ephraim candidly. ‘I ’low I han’t been used to
shootin’. But anyway, Luce, whar ye kin lead, I reckon I’ll do my best
ter foller.’
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