The Soldier Boy or Tom Somers in the Army Part 19
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Those with whom he had spoken told him they had eaten nothing since morning; and in this respect he was far better off than his companions were. The only thing that troubled him was the thought of the anguish which his mother must suffer, when she heard of the battle. When the regiment should be gathered together again, he would be reported as "missing," and this would be a terrible word to her, for it meant killed, wounded, or a prisoner. If he could only a.s.sure her that he still lived and was uninjured, he would have been happy--happy in spite of the drenching rain--happy in spite of the prospective dungeon, and the hards.h.i.+ps to which he might be subjected. He felt that he had faithfully performed his duty. When he began to be drowsy, he settled himself in the most comfortable place he could find on the ground, and thanked G.o.d that he had been spared his life through the perils of that awful day, and more fervently that he had been enabled to do his duty like a good soldier; and then, with the Giver of all Good, the Fountain of all Mercy, in his heart, he fell asleep.
He slept several hours, and waked up to find himself as thoroughly soaked as though he had just come out of the river. There was no help for it, and it was no use to grumble. After walking to and fro for half an hour, he lay down again, and, between sleeping and waking, finished the night; uncomfortably, it is true, and yet without any positive suffering. There were hundreds, if not thousands, who were enduring the agony of fearful wounds through that long night; who were lying alone and uncared for where they had fallen in the deadly strife; who were dying every hour, away from their homes and friends, and with no kind hand to minister to their necessities, with no sweet voice of a loved one to smooth their pa.s.sage down to the dark, cold grave.
Tom thought of these, for he had seen them in his path, and he felt that he had no cause to complain--that he ought to be cheerful and happy. At the dawn of the day he and his fellow-prisoners were marched to Sudley Church, where they were to be confined until they could be sent to Richmond. Here Tom found a captain belonging to his regiment; but neither could give any information to the other in regard to their friends.
"I shall not stay here long," said the captain, in a whisper, when they had become better acquainted. "I intend to leave to-night."
"Can't I go with you?" asked Tom.
"You can go, but we had better not go together."
Tom thought for a while, and determined upon an attempt to escape. During the day, he carefully examined the premises, and decided upon his mode of operations.
CHAPTER XVI.
A PERPLEXING QUESTION.
Tom Somers, who had had some experience, in a small way, in the kind of business now before him, was filled with hope when he had adopted his plan. He was a resolute and energetic young man, and to resolve upon any thing was almost equivalent to doing it. There were a great many difficulties in the way of success, it is true; but, nothing daunted by these, he determined to persevere. The church in which the prisoners were confined was carefully guarded on the exterior, and the sentinels carried loaded muskets in their hands--so that the affair before him was more hazardous and trying than that of escaping from the attic chamber of Squire Pemberton's house in Pinchbrook.
If he succeeded in making his way out of the church and eluding the guard which surrounded it, even then his trials would only have commenced; for there were many miles of hostile country between him and Was.h.i.+ngton, whither he supposed the Federal army had been driven. The captain who intended to escape at the same time gave him some information which would be of service to him in finding his way to the Potomac. He charged him particularly to follow the railroad, which would conduct him to Alexandria, in the vicinity of which he would probably find the regiment.
At dark the prisoners disposed of themselves as well as they could for the night. Tom saw the captain go through all the forms of preparing for a comfortable lodging, and he did the same himself. For hours he lay ruminating upon his purpose. When it was midnight, he thought it was time for him to commence the enterprise. He worked himself along on the floor till he reached the princ.i.p.al entrance. The door was open, as it had been all day, to enable the guards to obtain an occasional view of the prisoners.
The sentinels were evidently in no condition to discharge their duties with fidelity, for they had been marching and fighting for two or three days, and were nearly exhausted. Leaning against the door, Tom discovered a musket, which the careless guard had left there. On the floor in the entry lay two rebel soldiers. They had stretched themselves across the threshold of the door, so that no one could pa.s.s in or out of the church without stepping over them.
Tom carefully rose from his rec.u.mbent posture, and took possession of the musket. Then, with the utmost prudence, he stepped over the bodies of the sleeping soldiers; but with all his circ.u.mspection, he could not prevent one of his shoes from squeaking a little, and it required only a particle of noise to rouse the guard.
"Who goes there?" demanded one of them, springing to his feet.
"Is this the way you do your duty?" replied Tom, as sternly as though he had been a brigadier general.
"Who are you?" said the soldier, apparently impressed by the words and the tones of him who reproved his neglect.
"Who am I, you sleepy sc.u.m! I'll let you know who I am in about ten minutes," added Tom, as he pa.s.sed out at the front door of the church.
"Give me back my gun--won't you?" pleaded the confused sentinel.
"I'll give it back to you at the court-martial which will sit on your case to-morrow."
"Who goes there?" challenged one of the sentinels on the outside.
"Who goes there!" added Tom, in a sneering tone. "Have you waked up? Where were you five minutes ago, when I pa.s.sed this post? There won't be a prisoner left here by morning. The long roll wouldn't wake up such a stupid set of fellows."
"Stop, sir!" said the astonished sentinel. "You can't pa.s.s this line."
"Can't I, you stupid fool? I have pa.s.sed it while you were asleep."
"I haven't been asleep."
"Where have you been, then?" demanded Tom with terrible energy.
"Been here, sir."
"I'll court-martial the whole of you!"
"Stop, sir, or I'll fire at you!" added the soldier, as Tom moved on.
"Fire at me! Fire, if you dare, and I'll rid the army of one unfaithful man on the spot!" said the soldier boy, as he raised the musket to his shoulder.
"Don't fire, you fool!" interposed one of the men whom Tom had roused from his slumbers in the entry. "Don't you see he is an officer?"
"I'll teach you how to perform your duty!" added Tom, as he walked away.
The soldier, governed by the advice of his companion, offered no further objection to the departure of Tom; and he moved off as coolly as though he had just been regularly relieved from guard duty. He had walked but a short distance before he discovered the camp of a regiment or brigade, which, of course, it was necessary for him to avoid. Leaving the road, he jumped over the fence into a field--his first object being to place a respectful distance between himself and the enemy.
The scene through which he had just pa.s.sed, though he had preserved the appearance of coolness and self-possession, had been exceedingly trying to his nerves; and when the moment of pressing danger had pa.s.sed, he found his heart up in his throat, and his strength almost wasted by the excitement. He felt as one feels when he has just escaped a peril which menaced him with instant death. It was singular that the soldier had not fired, but the fact that he did not convinced Tom that there is an amazing power in impudence.
For half an hour, he pursued his way with haste and diligence, but without knowing where he was going--whether he was moving toward Richmond or Was.h.i.+ngton. As the musket which he had taken from the church was not only an enc.u.mbrance, but might betray him, he threw it away, though, thinking some means of defence might be useful, he retained the bayonet, and thrust it in his belt. Thus relieved of his burden, he walked till he came to a road. As there was no appearance of an enemy in any direction, he followed this road for some time, and finally it brought him to the object of his search--the railroad.
But then came up the most perplexing question he had yet been called upon to decide. To that railroad, as to all others, there were, unfortunately, two ends--one of which lay within the Federal lines, and the other within the rebel lines. If Tom had been an astronomer, which he was not, the night was too cloudy to enable him to consult the stars; besides, some railroads are so abominably crooked that the heavenly orbs would hardly have been safe pilots. He did not know which was north, nor which was south, and to go the wrong way would be to jump out of the frying pan into the fire.
Tom sat down by the side of the road, and tried to settle the difficult question; but the more he thought, the more perplexed he became--which shows the folly of attempting to reason when there are no premises to reason from. He was, no doubt, an excellent logician; but bricks cannot be made without straw.
"Which way shall I go?" said Tom to himself, as he stood up and peered first one way and then the other through the gloom of the night.
But he could not see Was.h.i.+ngton in one direction, nor Richmond in the other, and he had not a single landmark to guide him in coming to a decision.
"I'll toss up!" exclaimed he, desperately, as he took off his cap and threw it up into the air. "Right side up, this way--wrong side, that way; and may the fates or the angels turn it in the proper way."
He stooped down to pick up the cap, and ascertain which way it had come down. It came down right side up, and Tom immediately started off in the direction indicated. Although he had no confidence in the arbitrament of the cap, he felt relieved to find the question disposed of even in this doubtful manner.
He kept both eyes wide open as he advanced, for if he had taken the wrong way a few miles of travel would bring him to the main camp of the rebels in the vicinity of Mana.s.sas Junction. He pursued his lonely journey for some time without impediment, and without discovering any camp, either large or small. He gathered new confidence as he proceeded. After he had walked two or three hours upon the railroad, he thought it was about time for Fairfax station to heave in sight, if he had chosen the right way--or for the rebel camps to appear if he had chosen the wrong way. With the first place he was familiar, as his regiment had encamped a short distance from it.
He was sorely perplexed by the non-appearance of either of these expected points. The country began to look wilder and less familiar as he proceeded. The region before him looked rugged and mountainous, and the dark outlines of several lofty peaks touched the sky in front of him. But with the feeling that every step he advanced placed a wider s.p.a.ce between him and his captors at Sudley church, he continued on his way till the gray streaks of daylight appeared behind him.
This phenomenon promised to afford him a gleam of intelligence upon which to found a correct solution of his course. Tom knew that, in the ordinary course of events, the sun ought to rise in the east and set in the west.
If he was going to the north, the sun would rise on his right hand--if to the south, on his left hand. The streaks of light grew more and more distinct, and the clouds having rolled away, he satisfied himself where the sun would appear. Contrary to both wings of his theory, the place was neither on his right nor his left, for it was exactly behind him. But his position might be upon a bend of the railroad whose direction did not correspond with the general course of the road. For half an hour longer, therefore, he pursued his way, carefully noting every curve, until he was fully convinced that his course was nearer west than north. The sun rose precisely as had been laid down in the programme, and precisely where he expected it would rise.
It was clear enough that he was not moving to the south; and, satisfied that he was in no danger of stumbling upon Richmond, his courage increased, and he plodded on till he discovered a small village--or what would be called such in Virginia--though it contained only a few houses.
As he still wore the uniform of the United States army, he did not deem it prudent to pa.s.s through this village; besides, he was terribly perplexed to know what station it could be, and what had become of Fairfax. Though he must have pa.s.sed through the country before, it did not look natural to him.
Leaving the railroad, he took to the fields, intending to pa.s.s round the village, or conceal himself in the woods till he could go through it in safety. After walking diligently for so many hours, Tom was reminded that he had a stomach. His rations on the preceding day had not been very bountiful, and he was positively hungry. The organ which had reminded him of its existence was beginning to be imperative in its demands, and a new problem was presented for solution--one which had not before received the attention which it deserved.
In the fields and forest he found a few berries; but all he could find made but a slight impression upon the neglected organ. If Tom was a philosopher, in his humble way, he was reasonable enough to admit that a man could not live without eating. At this point, therefore, the question of rations became a serious and solemn problem; and the longer it remained unsolved the more difficult and hara.s.sing it became.
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