----Fortune is merry, And in this mood will give us any
thing.--JULIUS CÆSAR.
The night is long that never finds the day.--MACBETH.
[Sidenote: AMONG THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS.]
Relieved again from immediate danger, every thing seemed like a blessed
dream. I was haunted by the fear of waking to find myself in the old
bunk at Salisbury, with its bare and squalid surroundings.
We were often compelled to walk and lead our weary animals. The rushing
creeks were perilous to cross by night. The rugged mountains were
appalling to our aching limbs and frost-bitten feet. The Union houses,
where we obtained food and counsel, were often humble and rude. But we
had vanquished the Giant Despair, and come up from the Valley of the
Shadow of Death. To our eyes, each icy stream was the River of Life.
The frowning cliffs, with their cruel rocks, were the very Delectable
Mountains; and every friendly log cabin was the Palace called Beautiful.
After our fair guide left us, Dan's foot was on his native heath.
Familiar with the road, he pressed on like a Fate, without mercy to man
or beast. After the late heavy rains it was now growing intensely cold.
A crust, not yet hard enough to bear, was forming upon the mud, and at
every step our poor horses sunk to the fetlocks.
Even with frequent walking I found it difficult to keep up the
circulation in my own sensitive feet; but the severe admonition of one
frost-bite had taught me to be very cautious. A young North Carolinian,
riding a mule, wore nothing upon his feet except a pair of cotton
stockings; that he kept from freezing is one of the unsolved mysteries
of human endurance.
Passing a few miles north of Greenville, at four o'clock in the
morning, we had accomplished twenty-five miles, despite all our
weakness and weariness.
This brought us to Lick Creek, which proved too much swollen for
fording. An old Loyalist, living on the bank, assured us that
guerrillas were numerous and vigilant. Should we never leave them
behind?
Ascending the stream for three miles, we crossed upon the only bridge
in that whole region. Here, at least, our rear was protected; because,
if pursued, we could tear up the planks. Soon after dawn, upon a
hill-side in the pine woods, we dismounted, and huddled around our
fires, a weary, hungry, morose, and melancholy company.
[Sidenote: SEPARATION FROM "JUNIUS."]
XXV. _Wednesday, January 11._
As we drowsed upon the pine leaves, I asked:
"When shall we join the footmen?"
"After we reach Knoxville," was Dan Ellis's reply.
This was a source of uneasiness to Davis and myself, because we had
left "Junius" behind. He was offered a horse when we started, at
midnight. Supposing, like ourselves, that the parties would re-unite
in a few hours, and tired of riding without a saddle, he declined, and
cast his lot among the footmen. It was the first separation since our
capture. Our fates had been so long cast together, that we meant to
keep them united until deliverance should come for one or both, either
through life or death. But Treadaway was an excellent pilot, and the
footmen, able to take paths through the mountains where no cavalry
could follow them, would probably have less difficulty than we.
[Sidenote: UNION WOMEN SCRUTINIZING THE YANKEE.]
I found an old man splitting rails, down in a wooded ravine two or
three hundred yards from our camp. While he went to his house, a mile
distant, to bring me food, I threw myself on the ground beside his
fire and slept like a baby. In an hour, he returned with a basket
containing a great plate of the inevitable bread and pork. He was
accompanied by his wife and daughter, who wanted to look at the Yankee.
Coarse-featured and hard-handed, they were smoking long pipes; but they
were not devoid of womanly tenderness, and earnestly asked if they
could do any thing to help us.
About noon we broke camp, and compelled our half-dead horses to move
on. The road was clearer and safer than we anticipated. At the first
farm which afforded corn, we stopped two or three hours to feed and
rest the poor brutes.
Three of us rode forward to a Union house, and asked for dinner. The
woman, whose husband belonged to the Sixteenth (loyal) Tennessee
Infantry, prepared it at once; but it was an hour before we fully
convinced her that we were not Rebels in disguise.
We passed through Russelville soon after dark, and, two miles beyond,
made a camp in the deep woods. The night was very cold, and despite the
expostulations of Dan Ellis, who feared they belonged to a Union man,
we gathered and fired huge piles of rails, one on either side of us.
Making a bed between them of the soft, fragrant twigs of the pine, we
supped upon burnt corn in the ear. By replenishing our great fires once
an hour we spent the night comfortably.
XXVI. _Thursday, January 12._
At our farm-house breakfast this morning, a sister of Lieutenant
Treadaway was our hostess. She gave us an inviting meal, in which
coffee, sugar, and butter, which had long been only reminiscences to
us, were the leading constituents.
By ten we were again upon the road. Two or three of our armed men kept
the advance as scouts, but we now journeyed with comparative impunity.
[Sidenote: "SLIDE DOWN OFF THAT HORSE."]
Some of our young men, who had long been hunted by the Rebels, embraced
every possible opportunity of turning the tables. No haste, weariness,
or danger could induce them to omit following the track of guerrillas,
wherever there was reasonable hope of finding the game. On the road
to-day, one of these footmen met a citizen riding a fine horse.
"What are you, Southerner or Union?" asked the boy, playing with the
hammer of his rifle.
"Well," replied the old Tennesseean, a good deal alarmed, "I have kept
out of the war from the beginning; I have not helped either side."
"Come! come! That will never do. You don't take me for a fool, do you?
You never could have lived in this country without being either one
thing or the other. Are you Union or Secession?"
"I voted for Secession."
"Tell the entire truth."
"Well, sir, I do; I have two sons in Johnson's army. I was an original
Secessionist, and I am as good a Southern man as you can find in the
State of Tennessee."
"All right, my old friend; just slide down off that horse."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you are just the man I have been looking for, in walking
about a hundred miles--a good Southerner with a good horse! I am a
Yankee; we are all Yankees; so slide down, and be quick about it."
Accompanied by the clicking of the rifle, the injunction was not to
be despised. The rider came down, the boy mounted and galloped up
the road, while the old citizen walked slowly homeward, with many a
longing, lingering look behind.
We traveled twenty-five miles to-day, and at night made our camp in the
pine woods near Friend's Station.
[Sidenote: FRIENDLY WORDS BUT HOSTILE EYES.]
As the country was now comparatively safe, Davis and myself went in
pursuit of beds. At the first house, two women assured us that they
were good Union people, and very sorry they had not a single vacant
couch. Their words were unexceptionable, but I could not see the
welcome in their eyes. We afterward inquired, and found that they were
violent Rebels.
The next dwelling was a roomy old farm-house, with pleasant and
generous surroundings. In answer to our rap, a white-haired patriarch
of seventy came to the door.
"Can you give us supper and lodging to-night, and breakfast in the
morning? We will pay you liberally, and be greatly obliged beside."
"I should be glad to entertain you," he replied, in tremulous, childish
treble, "but to-night my daughters are all gone to a frolic. I have no
one in the house except my wife, who, like myself, is old and feeble."
[Sidenote: HOSPITALITIES OF A LOYAL PATRIARCH.]
The lady, impelled by curiosity, now appearing, we repeated the request
to her, with all the suavity and persuasiveness at our command, for we
were hungry and tired, and the place looked inviting. She dryly gave
us the same answer, but began to talk a little. Presently we again
inquired:
"Will you be good enough to accommodate us, or must we look farther?"
"What are you, anyhow?"
"Union men--Yankees, escaped from the Salisbury prison."
"Why didn't you say so before? Of course I can give you supper! Come
in, all of you!" The old lady prepared us the most palatable meal we
had yet found, and told us the usual stories of the war. For hours,
by the log fire, we talked with the aged couple, who had three sons
carrying muskets in the Union army, and who loved the Cause with
earnest, enthusiastic devotion. We were no longer apprehensive; for
they assured us that the Rebels had never yet searched their premises.
In this respect they had been singularly fortunate. Theirs was the only
one among the hundreds of Union houses we entered, which had not been
despoiled by Rebel marauders. More than once the Confederates had taken
from them grain and hay to the value of hundreds of dollars; but their
dwelling had always been respected.
XXVII. _Friday, January 13._
My poor steed gave signs of approaching dissolution; and I asked the
first man I saw by the roadside:
"Would you like a horse?"
"Certainly, stranger."
"Very well, take this one."
I handed him the bridle, and he led the animal away with a look of
wonder; but it could not have taken him long to comprehend the nature
of my generosity. Several other horses in the party had died or were
left behind as worthless.
Our journey--originally estimated at two hundred miles--had now grown
into two hundred and ninety-five by the roads. In view of our devious
windings, we deemed three hundred and forty miles a very moderate
estimate of the distance we had traveled.
[Sidenote: "OUT OF THE MOUTH OF HELL."]
At ten o'clock on the morning of this twenty-seventh day, came our
great deliverance. It was at Strawberry Plains, fifteen miles east of
Knoxville. Here--after a final march of seven miles, in which our heavy
feet and aching limbs grew wonderfully light and agile--in silence,
with bowed heads, with full hearts and with wet eyes, we saluted the
Old Flag.[20]
[20] KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE, January 13, 1865.
"Out of the jaws of Death; out of the mouth of Hell."
ALBERT D. RICHARDSON.
_Tribune, January 14, 1865._
A
SONG FOR THE "NAMELESS HEROINE"
WHO AIDED THE ESCAPING PRISONERS.
"Benisons on her dear head forever."
Words and Music composed by B. R. HANBY.
(Published by JOHN CHURCH, JR., 66 West Fourth Street, Cincinnati,
Ohio.)
1.
Out of the jaws of death,
Out of the mouth of hell,
Weary and hungry, and fainting and sore,
Fiends on the track of them,
Fiends at the back of them,
Fiends all around but an an-gel be-fore.
_CHORUS._
Fiends all a-round but an an-gel be-fore!
Blessings be thine, loyal maid, ev-er-more!
Fiends all around, but an an-gel be-fore,
Blessings be thine, lo-yal maid, ev-er-more.
2.
Out by the mountain path,
Down thro' the darksome glen,
Heedless of foes, nor at dan-ger dismayed,
Sharing their doubtful fate,
Daring the tyrant's hate,
Heart of a lion, though form of a maid;
_CHORUS._
Hail to the an-gel who goes on be-fore,
Blessings be thine, loyal maid, ev-er-more!
Hail to the an-gel who goes on be-fore,
Blessings be thine, lo-yal maid, ev-er-more.
3.
"Nameless," for foes may hear,
But by our love for thee,
Soon our bright sabers shall blush with their gore.
Then shall our banner free,
Wave, maiden, over thee:
Then, noble girl, thou'lt be nameless no more.
_CHORUS._
Then we shall hail thee from moun-tain to shore,
Bless thy brave heart, loyal maid, ev-er-more!
Then we shall hail thee from moun-tain to shore,
Bless thy brave heart, lo-yal maid, ev-er-more.
[Illustration: THE "NAMELESS HEROINE."]
[Transcribers' Note:
Spelling has not been modernized, and inconsistent hyphenation is as in
the original. The oe ligature is rendered [oe]. Italics are rendered
between underscores, e.g., _italics_. Small caps are rendered with all
caps e.g., SMALL CAPS. Superscripts are rendered with carat e.g., e=mc^2.
Apparent printer's errors have been corrected. The following table
lists changes made by the transcribers.]
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| 49|sieze |seize |
| 50|gentleman |gentlemen |
| 82|Sargeant |Seargeant |
| 110|reply |reply. |
| 110|nabbed!' |nabbed!" |
| 123|Tribune? |Tribune?" |
| 171|'Gu rie |Guthrie |
| 211|Parlia-liament|Parliament |
| 223|IIer |Her |
| 228|feels |Feels |
| 230|care lessly |carelessly |
| 238|briddle |bridle |
| 240|shubbery |shrubbery |
| 267|whose |Whose |
| 267|satis faction |satisfaction|
| 280|have'nt |haven't |
| 300|angry.' |angry." |
| 311|Douglass |Douglas |
| 312|Douglass |Douglas |
| 313|Douglass |Douglas |
| 336|cortége |cortège |
| 370|Gaurds |Guards |
| 375|attraced |attracted |
| 378|curreny |currency |
| 501|suposed |supposed |
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End of Project Gutenberg's The Secret Service., by Albert D. Richardson