CHAPTER XXVII.

"DE HEAD LINKUM MAN WAS CAP'N LANE."

It can be well understood that the two dusky strangers, recommended

by words from Lane, were at once invested with peculiar interest

to Marian. Many months had elapsed since she had seen him, but

all that he had written tended to kindle her imagination. This had

been the more true because he was so modest in his accounts of the

service in which he had participated. She had learned what cavalry

campaigning meant, and read more meaning between the lines than

the lines themselves conveyed. He was becoming her ideal knight,

on whom no shadow rested. From first to last his course had been

as open as the day, nor had he, in any respect, failed to reach

the highest standard developed by those days of heroic action.

If this were true when "Mammy Borden" and her son appeared, the

reader can easily believe that, when they completed their story,

Captain Lane was her Bayard sans peur et sans reproche.

Barney explained that they had met him in the street and asked

for Mr. Vosburgh's residence; as it was nearly time for him to be

relieved of duty he told them that in a few moments he could guide

them to their destination. Marian's thanks rewarded him abundantly,

and Mrs. Vosburgh told him that if he would go to the kitchen he

should have a cup of coffee and something nice to take home to his

wife. They both remained proteges of the Vosburghs, and received

frequent tokens of good-will and friendly regard. While these were

in the main disinterested, Mr. Vosburgh felt that in the possibilities

of the future it might be to his advantage to have some men in the

police force wholly devoted to his interests.

The two colored refugees were evidently hungry and weary, and,

eager as Marian was to learn more of her friend when informed that

he had been wounded, she tried to content herself with the fact that

he was doing well, until the mother and son had rested a little

and had been refreshed by an abundant meal. Then they were summoned

to the sitting-room, for Mr. and Mrs. Vosburgh shared in Marian's

deep solicitude and interest.

It was evident that their humble guests, who took seats deferentially

near the door, had been house-servants and not coarse plantation

slaves, and in answer to Mr. Vosburgh's questions they spoke in a

better vernacular than many of their station could employ.

"Yes, mass'r," the woman began, "we seed Mass'r Lane,--may de Lord

bress 'im,--and he was a doin' well when we lef. He's a true Linkum

man, an' if all was like him de wah would soon be ended an' de

cullud people free. What's mo', de white people of de Souf wouldn't

be so bitter as dey now is."

"Tell us your story, mammy," said Marian, impatiently; "tell us

everything you know about Captain Lane."

A ray of intelligence lighted up the woman's sombre eyes, for she

believed she understood Marian's interest, and at once determined

that Lane's action should lose no embellishment which she could

honestly give.

"Well, missy, it was dis away," she said. "My mass'r and his sons

was away in de wah. He own a big plantation an' a great many slabes.

My son, Zeb dar, an' I was kep' in de house. I waited on de missus

an' de young ladies, an' Zeb was kep' in de house too, 'kase he

was lame and 'kase dey could trus' him wid eberyting an' dey knew

it.

"Well, up to de time Cap'n Lane come we hadn't seen any ob de

Linkum men, but we'd heared ob de prockermation an' know'd we was

free, far as Mass'r Linkum could do it, an' Zeb was jus' crazy to

git away so he could say, 'I'se my own mass'r.' I didn't feel dat

away, 'kase I was brought up wid my missus, an' de young ladies

was a'most like my own chillen, an' we didn't try to get away like

some ob de plantation han's do.

"Well, one ebenin', short time ago, a big lot ob our sogers come

marchin' to our house--dey was hoss sogers--an' de missus an' de

young ladies knew some of de ossifers, an' dey flew aroun' an' got

up a big supper fo' dem. We all turned in, an' dar was hurry-skurry

all ober de big house, fo' de ossifers sed dey would stay all night

if de sogers ob you-uns would let dem. Dey said de Linkum sogers

was comin' dat away, but dey wouldn't be 'long afore de mawnin',

an' dey was a-gwine to whip dem. All was light talk an' larfin' an'

jingle ob sabres. De house was nebber so waked up afo'. De young

ladies was high-strung an' beliebed dat one ob our sogers could whip

ten Linkum men. In de big yard betwixt de house an' de stables de

men was feedin' dere hosses, an' we had a great pot ob coffee bilin'

fo' dem, too, an' oder tings, fo' de missus sed dere sogers mus'

hab eberyting she had.

"Well, bimeby, as I was helpin' put de tings on de table, I heared

shots way off at de foot ob de lawn. Frontin' de house dar was a

lawn mos' half a mile long, dat slope down to de road, and de Linkum

sogers was 'spected to come dat away, an' dere was a lookout for

dem down dar. As soon as de ossifers heared de shots dey rush out

an' shout to dere men, an' dey saddle up in a hurry an' gallop out

in de lawn in front of de house an' form ranks."

"How many were there?" Marian asked, her cheeks already burning

with excitement.

"Law, missy, I doesn't know. Dere was a right smart lot--hundreds

I should tink."

"Dere was not quite two hundred, missy," said Zeb; "I counted dem;"

and then he looked towards his mother, who continued.

"De young ladies an' de missus went out on de verandy dat look down

de lawn, and Missy Roberta, de oldest one, said, 'Now, maumy, you

can see the difference between our sogers an' de Linkum men, as

you call dem.' Missy Roberta had great black eyes an' was allus

a-grievin' dat she wasn't a man so she could be a soger, but Missy

S'wanee had blue eyes like her moder, an' was as full ob frolic

as a kitten. She used ter say, 'I doesn't want ter be a man, fer I

kin make ten men fight fer me.' So she could, sho' 'nuff, fer all

de young men in our parts would fight de debil hisself for de sake

ob Missy S'wanee."

"Go on, go on," cried Marian; "the Northern soldiers were coming--"

"Deed, an' dey was, missy,--comin' right up de lawn 'fore our eyes,

an' dribin' in a few ob our sogers dat was a-watchin' fer dem by

de road; dey come right 'long too. I could see dere sabres flashin'

in de sunset long way off. One ossifer set dere men in ranks, and

den de oder head ossifer come ridin' up to de verandy, an' Missy

Roberta gave de ribbin from her ha'r to de one dey call cunnel,

an' de oder ossifer ask Missy S'wanee fer a ribbin, too. She larf

an' say, 'Win it, an' you shall hab it.' Den off dey gallop, Missy

Roberta cryin' arter dem, 'Don't fight too fa' away; I want to see

de Linkum hirelin's run.' Den de words rung out, 'For'ard, march,

trot,' an' down de lawn dey went. De Linkum men was now in plain

sight. Zeb, you tell how dey look an' what dey did. I was so afeard

fer my missus and de young ladies, I was 'mos' out ob my mind."

"Well, mass'r and ladies," said Zeb, rising and making a respectful

bow, "I was at an upper window an' could see eberyting. De Linkum

men was trottin' too, an' comin' in two ranks, one little way

'hind de toder. Right smart way afore dese two ranks was a line

of calvary-men a few feet apart from each oder, an' dis line reach

across de hull lawn to de woods on de oder side. I soon seed dat

dere was Linkum sogers in de woods, too. Dey seemed sort ob outside

sogers all aroun' de two ranks in de middle. Dey all come on fas',

not a bit afeard, an' de thin line in front was firin' at our

sogers dat had been a-watchin' down by de road, an' our sogers was

a-firin' back.

"Bimeby, soon, bofe sides come nigh each oder, den de thin line

ob Linkum men swept away to de lef at a gallop, an' our sogers an'

de fust rank ob Linkum men run dere hosses at each oder wid loud

yells. 'Clar to you, my heart jus' stood still. Neber heard such

horrid noises, but I neber took my eyes away, for I beliebed I saw

my freedom comin'. Fer a while I couldn't tell how it was gwine;

dere was nothin' but clash ob sabres, an' bofe sides was all mixed

up, fightin' hand ter hand.

"I was wonderin' why de second rank of Linkum men didn't do nothin',

for dey was standin' still wid a man on a hoss, out in front ob

dem. Suddenly I heard a bugle soun', an' de Linkum men dat was

fightin' gave way to right an' lef, an' de man on de hoss wave his

sword an' start for'ard at a gallop wid all his men arter him. Den

our sogers 'gan to give back, fightin' as dey came. Dey was brave,

dey was stubborn as mules, but back dey had to come. De head Linkum

ossifer was leadin' all de time. I neber seed such a man, eberyting

an' eberybody guv way afo' him. De oder Linkum sogers dat I thought

was whipped wasn't whipped at all, fer dey come crowdin' aroun'

arter de head ossifer, jes' as peart as eber.

"Front ob de house our ossifers an' sogers made a big stan', fer

de missus an' de young ladies stood right dar on de verandy, wabin'

dere hankerchiefs an' cryin' to dem to dribe de Yankee back. I knowed

my moder was on de verandy, an' I run to her, an' sho' 'nuff, dar

she was stan'in' right in front of Missy S'wanee an' 'treating de

missus an' de young ladies ter go in, fer de bullets was now flyin'

tick. But dey wouldn't go in, an' Missy Roberta was wringin' her

han's, an' cryin', 'Oh, dat I was a man!' De cunnel, de oder ossifer,

an' a lot ob our sogers wouldn't give back an inch. Dar dey was,

fightin' right afore our eyes. De rest ob dere sogers was givin'

way eb'rywhar. De Linkum sogers soon made a big rush togedder. De

cunnel's hoss went down. In a minute dey was surrounded; some was

killed, some wounded, an' de rest all taken, 'cept de young ossifer

dat Missy S'wanee tole to win her colors. He was on a po'ful big

hoss, an' he jes' break right through eb'ryting, an' was off wid

de rest. De Linkum sogers followed on, firin' at 'em.

"De missus fainted dead away, an' my moder held her in her arms.

De head Linkum ossifer now rode up to de verandy an' took off his

hat, an' he say: 'Ladies, I admire your co'age, but you should not

'spose yourselves so needlessly. Should de vict'ry still remain

wid our side, I promise you 'tection an 'munity from 'noyance!'

"Den he bow an' gallop arter his men dat was chasin' our sogers,

leabin' anoder ossifer in charge ob de pris'ners. De head Linkum

man was Cap'n Lane."

"I knew it, I knew it," cried Marian. "Ah! he's a friend to be

proud of."

Her father and mother looked at her glowing cheeks and flashing

eyes, and dismissed Merwyn from the possibilities of the future.

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