THE NEWS FROM CORINTH
All the Missourians who had enlisted in the Confederate service had been
transferred to the east of the Mississippi River, and with them their
beloved General, Sterling Price.
It was a bitter blow to them, for they had to leave their State overrun
with Federals, and at the mercy of what they considered an inhuman foe.
The first months of their service in Mississippi had been tame. The
great Federal army which had laid siege to Corinth had been divided, the
Army of the Cumberland going east under Buell, and the Army of the
Tennessee, under General Grant, remaining in northern Mississippi and
western Tennessee. For three months there had been only desultory
fighting, no great battles.
At the Confederate camp at Baldyn, Mississippi, a group of officers of
the Missouri regiments were gathered in a tent, discussing the
situation. In the group was Edward Middleton, the son of Alfred
Middleton; Randolph Hamilton, brother of Dorothy; and last, but not
least, Benton Shelley, a step-brother of Guilford Craig.
Edward Middleton had become major of his regiment. He was everywhere
regarded as among the bravest and most reliable officers in Price's
army. He was a bitter partisan, had the utmost contempt for everything
Northern, but withal a noble and chivalric gentleman. He could never
forgive Lawrence, whom he had regarded as a brother, for going into the
Yankee army; yet after Lawrence had saved his life at the battle of
Wilson Creek, and in so doing nearly lost his own, Edward had had a
kinder feeling for him.
Randolph Hamilton was but little older than Lawrence. He was of a
generous nature, fought for the South because he believed the South
right, and not from any hatred toward the North. Before the war, he and
Lawrence were the closest of friends, and now, although they were
fighting on different sides, neither allowed that to interfere with
their friendship. Randolph was now captain of his company, and idolized
by his men.
Benton Shelley was of a different nature. Brave he was, but he had a
haughty and cruel disposition, and believed himself to be made of finer
clay than the soldiers under him. For this reason he was tyrannical, and
was hated by his men as much as Randolph was loved. As for the Yankees,
there were no terms too contemptuous for him to apply to them. Toward
Lawrence he held undying hatred, and tried in every way to encompass his
death. Toward his step-brother, Guilford Craig, he held the same hatred.
He frequently boasted how, at the battle of Pea Ridge, he had slain his
step-brother, and he always added: "And I'll get that Lawrence Middleton
yet. See if I don't. I nearly got him at Wilson Creek, and will not fail
the next time."
"It seems you did meet him again, Bent," said Randolph, with a sly
twinkle in his eye; "but, like the fellow who caught the Tartar, the
Tartar had him--not he the Tartar."
Benton turned white with rage. "Look here, Captain Hamilton," he
exclaimed, furiously, "don't presume on our friendship too much, or I
shall demand the satisfaction of a gentleman. You have already thrown
that up to me several times. I have told you my horse was shot, and I
was lying helpless on the ground, when that cowardly traitor attacked
me, and would have murdered me if he had not been stopped by an officer
more humane than he."
Major Middleton turned like a flash; his face was set and grim. "Captain
Shelley," he said, in a low, even tone, but terrible in its earnestness,
"I have no love for my cousin, as you well know; but he is no coward. He
is a Middleton. As for his killing you in cold blood, that thought comes
from your excitement of the moment and your chagrin at your overthrow.
From your own account, he had every opportunity of killing you, if he
had so wished."
"I thought I was among friends," said Benton, "but I see I am not, and
will go."
"Hold on, gentlemen," commanded General Green, who was present; "I
cannot have this--my best and bravest officers quarrelling, and
threatening to shoot each other. You, Captain Hamilton, are to blame for
taunting Captain Shelley for an unfortunate situation in which any of
you may be placed some time. And you, Captain Shelley, are to blame for
trying to mitigate your misfortune by charging your opponent with
cowardice and cruelty. There is not a drop of coward's blood in a
Middleton's body. There stands a noble example," and he pointed to
Edward.
"I can also understand," he continued, "why Captain Shelley feels so
bitter against Lawrence Middleton. He believes him to have been
instrumental in leading his step-brother astray, and thus bringing a
damning disgrace on his family."
"That's it!" cried Benton, eager to set himself right. "I can never
forget, never forgive, the disgrace."
"That being the case," continued the General, "I trust that Captain
Hamilton, even in jest, will never allude to the subject again, and that
all of you will be as good friends as ever, eager only to sheathe your
swords in the bosom of our enemy. That reminds me that I dropped in to
tell you the season of inactivity is over."
"What!" they all cried, everything else forgotten. "Are we to fight at
last?"
"It looks like it," answered Green. "You know Bragg is sweeping
everything before him in Kentucky--will be in Louisville before a week.
The point is to keep Grant from rushing any of his troops to aid Buell.
The Yankee troops here must be held. The orders are to make it lively
for Rosecrans. We are to move on Iuka tomorrow."
Then from those officers went up a cheer. They were to meet the foes of
their country; no thought of the danger before them; no thought that
before many hours some of them might be lying in bloody graves.
"Here's for old Kentucky!" cried one. "We are going to reinforce Bragg."
"Better say we are going to thrash Rosecrans at Corinth," chimed in
another.
That night Price with his army marched straight for Iuka, some fifteen
or twenty miles east of Corinth. The place was only held by a small
detachment, which beat a hasty retreat, leaving a large quantity of
military stores to the jubilant Confederates.
From Iuka Price could cross over into Tennessee, and pursue his way
northward to join Bragg, or turn on Rosecrans at Corinth.
It was decided for him: Rosecrans no sooner learned that Price had
captured Iuka than he set forth from Corinth to attack him.
Portions of the two armies met two miles from Iuka, a bloody battle was
fought, the Federals being driven back a short distance, and losing a
battery.
During the night Price beat a hasty retreat, leaving the battery he had
taken, all his dead unburied, and many of his sick and wounded.
The Missouri brigade was not up in time to take part in this battle, and
when they learned a retreat had been ordered, both officers and men were
furious.
"I feel like breaking my sword!" exclaimed Major Middleton, and his jaws
came together with a snap.
"Why did General Price do it?" cried Randolph Hamilton, tears of
humiliation running down his face.
"You will know in time," replied Benton Shelley. He was on General
Price's staff, and was the officer who had brought the orders to
retreat.
The fact was, General Price knew if he did not retreat he would be
soundly whipped the next day. Then, General Price had just received a
communication from General Van Dorn that he was ready to join him, and,
with the combined armies, make an attack on Corinth.
The news that they were to attack Corinth fired the army with
enthusiasm, and eagerly did they go forward to what they thought was
certain victory. The Missouri regiments marched with song and cheer, as
if going to a festival. The time they had longed for had come; they were
to wipe out the disgrace of Pea Ridge; they would show the rest of the
army what Pop Price and his boys could do.
At noon on October third the battle opened, and now around the little
village of Corinth, where in the spring it was thought the great battle
of the war would be fought, was waged a most desperate conflict, lasting
for two days. The hills trembled, and the very heavens seemed shattered
with the thunder of artillery.
Thickets were swept as with a great jagged scythe by the leaden hail
which swept through them. Nothing could withstand the fierce rush of the
Confederate troops. The Federals were swept from their outer line of
intrenchments.
With yells of victory, the Confederates rushed on. Before them was the
second and stronger line of intrenchments. They were met with a storm of
shot and shell. The carnage was awful, and the charging columns halted,
staggered, and then began to reel back. Most of the officers of the
Missouri regiments had fallen, killed or wounded. Both the colonel and
lieutenant-colonel of the regiment to which Edward Middleton belonged
had fallen.
Major Middleton spurred his horse in front of his men, and, waving his
sword over his head, shouted: "Forward, men! Forward, for the honor of
Missouri! I will lead you!"
The reeling column straightened, grew firm, and with a shout sprang
forward.
Major Middleton's horse fell; but, sword in hand, he pressed forward,
followed by his men. Nothing could stay them, and soon their shouts of
victory were heard above the roar of the battle.
The line was taken, the Federals in full retreat for their last and
strongest line of works, which ran around the edge of the little
village.
Night had come, and the Confederates, flushed with victory, lay on the
ground they had so bravely won--to complete, in the morning, as they
supposed, the destruction of Rosecrans's army.
When morning came, the Confederates once more rushed to the conflict.
Again did Major Middleton lead his regiment. The color-bearer went down,
but the flag was seized by Randolph Hamilton, and held aloft. "Follow
the colors!" he shouted, as he sprang forward.
The Federals shrank from the advancing line of steel, and fled in
dismay.
As Randolph mounted the breastwork, a young Federal lieutenant, the last
to leave the works, levelled his revolver on him, but as he did so a
look of surprise came over his face, and he turned his weapon and shot a
soldier who had sprung on the works by Randolph's side.
Randolph did not return the shot. The young lieutenant was Leon Laselle,
the brother of Lola.
Everywhere along the front of Green's division the wild cheers of
victory were ringing. Not only had they swept the Federal breastworks,
but forty cannon had been captured. Oh, it was good! It was glorious!
But it was no time to stop and rejoice. The Yankees must be completely
crushed--Rosecrans's whole army captured; and into the village they
followed the fleeing but not demoralized Federals.
Into the houses, and behind every garden fence and hedge, the retreating
Federals gathered. Every house became a flaming fort, and into the
advancing ranks of the Confederates was poured a storm of balls, while
the loud-mouthed cannon swept away with an iron hail the front of the
advancing foe.
The Confederates wavered, halted; then there sprang forward a line of
blue-coated soldiers, and as a great wave bears on its crest everything
before it, so did this line of blue bear back the Confederates. In vain
did Edward Middleton struggle before it. He was as helpless as a log of
wood borne onward by the surging tide.
Randolph Hamilton once more seized the standard of the regiment. "Let us
die with it floating," he cried. As he cried, the hand of a Federal
lieutenant reached out to grasp the flag, and then both went down, and
Randolph Hamilton and Leon Laselle lay side by side, the blood stained
flag between them.
On rolled the wave of blue, catching and flinging back hundreds of the
fleeing Confederates.
The armies of Van Dorn and Price that had had no thought but victory,
that had fought so bravely and won so much, now fled from the field in
wild confusion, leaving behind them over a thousand of their dead,
hundreds of their wounded, and nearly three thousand prisoners. They had
fought as only brave men can fight--and lost.
Throughout the North the name of Rosecrans, before but little known, was
on every tongue.[10]
[Footnote 10: A few weeks after this battle Rosecrans was appointed
Commander of the Army of the Cumberland.]
It was the news of this battle that caused such excitement in St. Louis,
for in it hundreds of Missourians had met Missourians, and as we have
seen, the first news was that the Confederate regiments of Missouri had
been annihilated. Excitement was at fever heat, and anxious hearts
awaited authentic news. It came in a telegram from Leon Laselle,
reading: "Am seriously but not dangerously wounded. Randolph Hamilton
dangerously wounded, and captured. Edward Middleton safe."
Lawrence was at the Laselle home when the telegram came. Mr. Laselle was
sick at the time and unable to go to his son, if he had wished. When the
telegram was read Lola clasped her hands and cried, with tears streaming
down her face, "Leon wounded! I must go to him."
"I am afraid that is hardly possible," said Lawrence. "I will see what
can be done, but first let me take this telegram to my uncle and aunt.
It will take a great load from their minds."
When the telegram was read to Mr. and Mrs. Middleton, they both dropped
to their knees and thanked God their son was safe. Days afterwards, when
the news came of his bravery, and how he had been promoted to the
colonelcy of his regiment, they, in their pride, forgot the agony they
had suffered.
As for Lawrence, he hastened back to Mr. Laselle's.
"I must go to Leon," Lola cried. "There is no one else to go."
Lawrence showed her how impossible it was for her to go. "I will see
General Schofield," he said. "Perhaps I can manage to get permission to
go."
"Oh! do, do," cried Lola, and the whole family echoed her wish.
"There is Randolph," said Lawrence. "The telegram says he is dangerously
wounded."
"In my anxiety over Leon, I forgot Randolph," said Lola. "What a pity!
His mother and Dorothy both in Europe, and Mr. Hamilton somewhere east.
Why not--" she stopped, and added lamely, "I am so sorry for him."
"We are all sorry, Lola," replied Lawrence. "Randolph is a noble fellow,
and believes he is doing his duty both to his God and his country in
fighting as he does. You may rest assured I will do all I can for him."
Lawrence had no trouble in getting the requisite authority from General
Schofield to visit his friend. "I shall not be ready to take the field
yet for some days," said the General. "So take your time."
Lawrence went from St. Louis to Memphis by steamboat and from Memphis to
Corinth by rail. Once the train was fired into by Confederate raiders.
There were quite a number of soldiers on board and Lawrence, placing
himself at their head, succeeded, after a brisk little fight, in driving
the raiding party off. But the track had been torn up and there was a
delay of several hours, a delay under which Lawrence chafed, for he was
anxious to get to his friend.
At length Corinth was reached. All signs of the battle had been
obliterated, except the shattered houses, the mangled forest and
thickets and row upon row of new-made graves.
To his joy, Lawrence found Leon improving. He had not only been shot
through the arm, the arm he had stretched forth to seize the flag, but
had also received a scalp wound.
Lawrence would not have known him with his head all swathed up, if he
had not been pointed out to him. The meeting between the two friends was
a joyful one.
"How are the folks and how did they take my being wounded?" was Leon's
first question.
And thus it is. The first thought of a soldier as he sinks dying or
wounded on the battlefield is of home and the loved ones.
Lawrence told him and added, "Lola was crazy to come to you, but you
know it could not be."
"I reckon there would be another one besides me glad to see Lola," said
Leon. "Poor Randolph, he lies on the third cot, there. Don't go to him,
he seems to be asleep, and he needs rest. The surgeons cut the ball from
his thigh yesterday. It had lodged against the bone. They have hopes of
his recovery now, if blood poisoning does not set in. He has been
delirious most of the time, and what do you think? He is continually
raving about Lola. Seems to be living over again the time he was pursued
as a spy, and would have been captured if it had not been for her."
Somehow it gave Lawrence a little pang to hear this, then he cast the
thought out as unworthy.
When Randolph awoke, Lawrence went to him, pressed his hand in sympathy
and whispered that everything was all right, and not to talk. Randolph
smiled and, closing his eyes, went to sleep again.
The doctor came and looked at him. "Friend of yours?" he asked of
Lawrence.
Lawrence nodded.
"Mighty plucky fellow. Had a close call, but I think he will pull
through. Fever's most gone," exclaimed the doctor as he felt Randolph's
pulse and then hurried away.
Lawrence and Leon held a consultation that night, and it was determined
that if they could get Randolph paroled they would take him back to St.
Louis with them, for Leon had already been granted a furlough.
The parole was easily secured, but a week passed before they considered
it safe to move Randolph. The journey back was safely made and Leon, in
spite of his bandaged head and wounded arm, was nearly smothered with
kisses.
Lawrence found that Mr. Hamilton had not yet returned; in fact, he had
met with an accident, and it would be several days before he could
travel. What was to be done with Randolph? That was the question.
"Bring him with me," said Leon. "I want someone to fight with while I am
getting well, and fighting with tongues is not as dangerous as with
guns."
"Where are you taking me? This is not home," exclaimed Randolph, as the
ambulance stopped before the Laselle residence.
"No," replied Lawrence. "Your father has met with a slight accident, not
severe, but enough to detain him for several days. So we have brought
you to Mr. Laselle's. Leon wants you for company. You two can fight your
battles over while you are convalescing."
"But--"
"Not a word. Just think of what a nurse you will have. I almost wish I
was in your place."
Randolph smiled and made no more protestations.
Lawrence could hardly help envying Randolph, who had found a haven of
rest for at least some weeks, while he must once more face the hardships
and dangers of the tented field.
The orders came in a couple of days and Lawrence went to say good-bye to
his friends.
He found Leon and Randolph had been placed in one room, and there they
lay, Union and Confederate, side by side, as they had lain on the
battlefield, but now no blood-stained flag lay between them.
Lawrence watched as Lola, with gentle hands, administered to Randolph's
wants. He saw how his face lighted up as she came near, and--well, he
didn't like it.
When it came time for him to go and Lola followed him to the door, he
said in a tone of carelessness, "Lola, as you have not only Leon, but
Randolph to look after now, I suppose you do not care to hear from me
any more."
The girl looked at him in surprise and tears gathered in her eyes.
"Lawrence, what do you mean?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Are you
not my own, my true knight-errant?"
"There, Lola, I was only joking. Of course, I am your knight-errant,"
answered Lawrence hastily, "and my Lady of Beauty must not forget me.
God bless you, Lola." He raised her hand to his lips and was gone.
Lola gazed after him with troubled eyes, and then a thought, a thought
that had never entered her head before, came. The color in her cheeks
came and went. "He couldn't have meant that," she murmured, as she
looked at his retreating figure until it was out of sight. Then with a
sigh she turned and went into the house.