During the whole year the children had been looking forward to the
coming of Christmas. Charlie’s outbursts of petulance and not rare
fits of anger were invariably checked if any mention was made of his
father’s injunction, and at length he became accustomed to curb himself
by the recollection of the charge he had received. If he fell and hurt
himself in his constant attempt to climb up impossible places, he would
simply rub himself and say, proudly, “I don’t cry now, I am a knight,
and next Christmas I am going to be a man, ’cause my papa’s goin’ to
tell Santa Claus to bring me a pair of breeches and a sword.” Evelyn
could not help crying when she was hurt, for she was only a little
girl; but she added to her prayer of “God bless and keep my papa, and
bring him safe home,” the petition, “Please, God, bless and keep Santa
Tlaus, and let him come here Trismas.”
Old Bob and Ran too, as well as the younger ones, looked forward
eagerly to Christmas.
But some time before Christmas the steady advance of the Union armies
brought Holly Hill and the Holly Hill children far within the Federal
lines, and shut out all chance of their being reached by any message
or thing from their father. The only Confederates the children ever
saw now were the prisoners who were being passed back on their way to
prison. The only news they ever received were the rumors which reached
them from Federal sources. Mrs. Stafford’s heart was heavy within her,
and when, a day or two before Christmas, she heard Charlie and Evelyn,
as they sat before the fire, gravely talking to each other of the
long-expected presents which their father had promised that Santa Claus
should bring them, she could stand it no longer. She took Bob and Ran
into her room, and there told them that now it was impossible for their
father to come, and that they must help her entertain “the children”
and console them for their disappointment. The two boys responded
heartily, as true boys always will when thrown on their manliness.
For the next two days Mrs. Stafford and both the boys were busy. Mrs.
Stafford, when Charlie was not present, gave her time to cutting out
and making a little gray uniform suit from an old coat which her
husband had worn when he first entered the army; whilst the boys
employed themselves, Bob in making a pretty little sword and scabbard
out of an old piece of gutter, and Ran, who had a wonderful turn, in
carving a doll from a piece of hard seasoned wood.
The day before Christmas they lost a little time in following and
pitying a small lot of prisoners who passed along the road by the gate.
The boys were always pitying the prisoners and planning means to rescue
them, for they had an idea that they suffered a terrible fate. Only
one certain case had come to their knowledge. A young man had one day
been carried by the Holly Hill gate on his way to the headquarters of
the officer in command of that portion of the lines, General Denby. He
was in citizen’s clothes and was charged with being a spy. The next
morning Ran, who had risen early to visit his hare-traps, rushed into
his mother’s room white-faced and wide-eyed.
“Oh, mamma!” he gasped, “they have hung him, just because he had on
those clothes!”
Mrs. Stafford, though she was much moved herself, endeavored to explain
to the boy that this was one of the laws of war; but Ran’s mind was not
able to comprehend the principles which imposed so cruel a sentence for
what he deemed so harmless a fault.
This act and some other measures of severity gave General Denby a
reputation of much harshness among the few old residents who yet
remained at their homes in the lines, and the children used to gaze
at him furtively as he would ride by, grim and stern, followed by his
staff. Yet there were those who said that General Denby’s rigor was
simply the result of a high standard of duty, and that at bottom he had
a soft heart.