FORGETFULNESS
Ruth and Alice for the moment were not quite certain whether or not this
was a part of the scene. Very often the director would spring some
unexpected effect for the sake of causing a natural surprise that would
register in the camera better than any simulated one.
But these were real cows, and they did not seem to have rehearsed their
parts very well, for they rushed here and there and surrounded the
carriage, to the no small terror of the horses, which Ruth had all she
could do to hold in.
"Oh, what shall we do?" cried Alice. "I'm going to jump out!"
"You'll do nothing of the sort!" exclaimed her sister. "Sit where you
are! Do you want to be trampled on or pierced with those sharp horns,
Alice?"
"I certainly do not!"
"Then sit still! This must be a mistake."
It did not take much effort on Ruth's part to make Alice remain in the
carriage with all those cows about. For she had learned on Rocky Ranch
that while a crowd of steers will pay no attention to a person on a
horse, once let the same person dismount, and he may be trampled down.
These, of course, were not wild steers--Alice could see that. But she
thought the same rule, in a measure, might hold good.
More cows crashed through the bushes until the road was fairly blocked,
and then came another rush of many feet and the Union skirmish party
came galloping along. They had received no orders to hold back, and so
dashed up.
At the same moment a ragged boy with a long whip came rushing up.
Evidently, he was in charge of the cows, but when he saw the soldiers in
their uniforms, a look of fear spread over his face.
"I didn't do nothin', Mister Captain! Honest I didn't!" he yelled.
"These is pap's cows, an' I'm drivin' 'em over to the man he sold 'em
to. I didn't do nothin'."
"Nobody said you did!" laughed Lieutenant Varley with a bow to Ruth and
Alice in the carriage. "But why did you drive them in here to spoil the
picture?"
"I didn't know nothin' about no picture--honest I didn't! I took this
road because it was shorter. Don't shoot pap's cow-critters. I'll take
'em away."
"Well, that's all we want you to do," said Mr. Pertell, coming up with a
grim smile. "You nearly got yourself and your cow-critters in trouble,
my boy. Drive 'em back now, and we'll go on with the film. Did any of
'em get in, Russ?" he asked.
"Just a few, on the last inch or so of the reel. I can cut that out and
go on from there. Hold the carriage where it is, Ruth," he called.
"All right," she answered, for she had now quieted the restive horses.
"Don't be afraid, boy," said Alice to the lad. "You won't be hurt."
"And won't they hurt pap's cow-critters, neither?"
"No, indeed. It was all a mistake."
"I--I didn't know there was no war goin' on," remarked the lad, as he
sent an intelligent dog he had with him after the straying animals. "Me
an' pap we lives away over yonder on t'other side of the mountain. An'
we don't never hear no news. I was plum skeered when I seen all them
ossifers. Thought sure I was ketched, same as I've heard my grandpap
tell about bein' ketched in the army. He was a soldier with Sherman,
and I've heard him tell about capturin' cow-critters when they was on
the march."
"Well, this would be like old times to him, I suppose," said Mr.
Pertell. "But this is only in fun, my boy--to make motion pictures. So
take your cows away and we'll go on with the work. Drive 'em on," and
the boy did so with a curious, backward look at the girls in the
carriage, and at the Union soldiers, who were going back to their places
to get ready anew for the skirmish charge.
"And this time we'll have it without cows," said Mr. Pertell. "They
might go all right in a film of Sherman's march, but not in this
skirmish fight. All ready now. Take your places again."
The preliminary advance of the carriage, containing Ruth and Alice had
been filmed all right. Very little need be cut out. Once the cows were
beyond the camera range, Russ again began grinding away at the film.
"Now come on--Union soldiers!" cried the director.
From their waiting place Lieutenant Varley led his men; and as they
swept on past the carriage, Alice and Ruth registering fear, the
Confederates rushed out to meet them.
Then began the skirmish. Guns popped. Horses reared, some throwing their
riders unexpectedly, but this made it all the more realistic. Men
fought hand to hand with swords, using only the flats, of course. Horses
collided one with another, and the animals seemed to enter into the
spirit of the conflict fully as much as did the men. There was a rattle
of rifles, but no cannon were used in this scene.
Russ and his helpers filmed it, and, standing behind them watching the
mimic fight, was the director, shouting orders through his megaphone
and, when he could not make himself heard in this way, using a field
telephone, calling his instructions to helpers stationed out of sight in
the bushes, where they could relay the commands to those taking part in
the skirmish.
"A little livelier now!" yelled Mr. Pertell. "Give way, you Union
fellows, as though you were beaten, and then drive them back to the
fight, Mr. Varley. That's the way!"
The conflict raged and the cameras clicked away. It was all one to the
camera men--a parlor drama or a sanguinary conflict. So long as the
shutter worked perfectly, as long as the focus was correct and the film
ran freely, the camera men were satisfied.
"Now you Confederates pretend to be overwhelmed, and then rally with a
rush and sweep the Unionists out of the thicket!" ordered the director.
This was done, and, all the while, at one side of the picture crouched
Ruth and Alice, as two Southern girls. They had leaped from their
carriage and were waiting the outcome of the conflict, stooping down out
of the way of flying bullets.
This was a side scene in the war play, and did not involve the main
story. Ruth and Alice, as did the other main characters, assumed various
roles at times.
"Come on now! You Unionists are beaten. Retreat!" called the director,
and Lieutenant Varley's men rode off, leaving him and some others
injured on the field of the conflict.
It was here that Alice and Ruth took an active part again. Ruth rushed
up to the fallen lieutenant and felt his pulse. No sooner had she done
so than the director cried:
"Stop the camera! That won't do, Miss DeVere!"
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because you felt his pulse with your thumb. No nurse would do that. The
pulse in the thumb itself is too strong to allow any one to feel the
pulse in another's wrist. Use the tips of your first and second fingers.
Now try again. Ready, Russ!"
This time Ruth did it right. It was characteristic of Mr. Pertell to
notice a little detail like that.
"Not one person in a hundred would object to the pulse being felt with
the thumb," he explained afterward; "but the hundredth person in the
audience would be a doctor, and he'd know right away that the director
was at fault. It is the little things that count."
Ruth and Alice busied themselves ministering to the wounded who were
made prisoners by the Confederates. The lieutenant was put in their
carriage and driven away. That ended the scene at the place of the
skirmish.
"Very well done!" Mr. Pertell told the girls, as they prepared for the
next act, which was in a room of a Southern house, whither the wounded
had been carried.
These were busy days at Oak Farm. With the arrival of the two regiments
of the National Guard, pictures were taken every day, leading up to the
big battle scene, which had been postponed. When they were not posing
for the cameras, the guardsmen were drilling in accordance with the
regulations of the annual state encampment under the direction of the
regular army officers.
"Well, have you quite recovered from your wounds?" asked Alice of
Lieutenant Varley one day, as she met him outside the farmhouse.
"Oh, yes, thanks to the care of your sister and yourself. By the way, I
hope your friend Miss Brown is not angry with me."
"Why should she be?"
"Well, because I thought I had seen her before."
"I don't believe she is. I haven't heard her say. But here she comes
now. You can ask her," and Estelle came around the turn of the path.
Seeing Alice talking with the lieutenant, she hesitated, but Alice
called:
"Come on--we were just speaking about you."
"I wondered why my ears burned," laughed Estelle.
"Perhaps you two are going somewhere," said the officer, preparing to
take his leave.
"Oh, to no place where you are not welcome," answered Alice, graciously,
with a side look at her companion to see if Estelle objected. But the
latter gave no sign, one way or the other.
"Thank you!" exclaimed the guardsman. "I have to take part in a little
scene in about an hour, but I would enjoy a walk in the meanwhile. You
are both made up, I see?"
"Yes, we are Southern belles to-day," laughed Alice.
"Belles every day," returned the lieutenant with a bow.
"Nicely said!" laughed Estelle. "You are improving!"
She and Alice wore the costumes of generations ago, big bonnets and
hoopskirts.
"Let's go over and see what they're filming there," suggested Alice,
pointing to where a crossroads store had been put up.
The scene at the store was one to represent a dispute among some
Southerners and some Northern sympathizers. It was to end in a fight in
which one man was to draw his revolver.
All went well up to the quarrel, and then it became too realistic, for,
by some chance, there was a bullet in the revolver instead of a blank
cartridge, and it entered the leg of one of the disputants. He fell and
bled profusely.
"Get Dr. Wherry!" yelled Mr. Pertell.
"Dr. Wherry went into the village this morning to get some stuff," Russ
said, "and he hasn't come back yet."
"Then somebody will have to go after him!" cried the director.
"I'll go!" offered Alice. "I can take this horse and carriage!" for a
rig was hitched outside the "store."
"I'll go with you!" cried Estelle, and then, in costume and made up for
the pictures as they were, they got into the vehicle and drove off.