Aladdin O'Brien Part 19
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As he rode back, pondering, toward the encampment, however, he came upon something which was truly an earnest of what was to come. There were so many buzzards perched in the trees of a certain wood that he turned in to see what they had. He came upon it suddenly, just beyond a cheerful bush of holly, and the buzzards stepped reluctantly back until he had looked. It was only a horse. Some of the buzzards, heavy with food, raised their eyelids heavily and looked at Aladdin, and then lapsed back into filthy sleep. Others, not yet satiated, looked upon him querulously, and suggested as much as looks can suggest that he go, and trouble them no more. Others, the newly arrived and ravenous, swooped above the trees, so that dark circles were drawn over the fallen sunlight. Now a buzzard opened and closed its wings, and now one looked from the horse to Aladdin, and back, fretfully, to the horse. There seemed to be hundreds of them, dark and dirty, with raw heads and eyelids. Aladdin sat solemn and motionless upon his horse, but he could feel the cold sweat of horror running down his sides from under his arms, and the bristling of his hair. He wanted to make a great noise, to shout, to do anything, but he did not dare. It would have been breaking the rules. In that a.s.sembly no sound was allowed, for the meeting was unholy and wicked and worked with hurried stealth, so that the attention of G.o.d should not be drawn. Aladdin knew that he had no right to be there, that without knocking he had entered the bedroom of horror and found her naked in the arms of l.u.s.t. He turned and rode away s.h.i.+vering and without looking back. He had not ridden the distance between two forest trees before the carca.s.s was again black with the descending birds, and the blood streamed to their bills.
The Peninsular campaign developed four kinds of men: the survivors, the wounded, the dead, and the missing. When the campaign was over Aladdin sometimes woke starting in the night to think of those missing and of what he had seen in the woods.
XXIV
The tedious locomotion of an army and the incessant reluctance of the battle to be met will try a sinner; but a scarcity of tobacco and constantly wet feet will try a saint. Aladdin was somewhat of both. But in the fidgety gloom which presently settled upon man and beast, his, great Irish gift of cheerfulness shone like a star. He even gave up longing for promotion, and strained his mind to the cracking-point for humorous verses and catching tunes. He went singing up the Peninsula, and thumped the gay banjo by the camp-fire, and was greatly beloved by the foot-sore and sick. He had given up worrying about what he would do in battle, for there were much more important things to think about.
Battles are to soldiers what Christmas trees are to children: you must wait, wait, and wait for them, and forever wait; and when they do come the presents are apt to be a little tawdry. And you are only envied by the other little children who didn't really see what you really got. The most comforting man in the army was one minister of the gospel, and the most annoying was another. The first had the divine gift of story-telling and laughter, and the second thanked G.o.d because the soldiers had run out of their best friend, tobacco, which he described through his nose as "filthy weed," "vile narcotic," or "pernicious h.e.l.l-plant." And they both served the Lord as hard as they could--and they both suffered from dysentery.
As the days pa.s.sed and the temperature of the army rose, and its digestion became permanently impaired, Aladdin, by giving out, and constantly, all that was best in himself, became gradually exhausted.
He found himself telling stories as many as three times to the same man, and he began to steal from the poets and musicians that he knew in order to keep abreast of his own original powers of production. He even went so far as to draw inspiration from men of uneven heights stood in line: he would hum the intervals as scored by their heads on an imaginary staff and fas.h.i.+on his tune accordingly, but this tended to a somewhat compressed range and was not always happy in its results. His efforts, however, were appreciated, and the emaciated young Irishman became a most exceptional prophet, and received honor in his own land.
For the rest, being a staff-officer, he was kept busy and rode hundreds of extra miles through the rain. It was a large army, as inexperienced as it was large, and it stood in great need of being kept in contact with itself. If you lived at one end of it and wanted to know what was going on at the other end, you had to travel about as far as from New York to New Haven. The army proper, marching by fours, stretched away through the wet lands for forty miles. A fly-bitten tail of ambulances and wagons, with six miserable horses or six perfectly happy mules attached to each, added another twenty miles. At the not always attained rate of fifteen miles a day the army could pa.s.s a given point in four days. To the G.o.ds in Olympus it would have appeared to have all the characteristic color and shape of an angleworm, without, however, enjoying that reptile's excellent good health. If the armies of Was.h.i.+ngton, Cornwallis, Clive, Pizarro, Cortes, and Christian de Wet had been added to it, they would have pa.s.sed unnoticed in the crowd. And the recurring fear of the general in command of this army was that the army he sought would prove to be twice as big. So speculation was active between the York and James rivers.
In the minds of the soldiers a thousand years pa.s.sed, and then there was a little fight, and they learned that they were soldiers. And so did the other army. Another thousand years pa.s.sed, and it seemed tactful to change bases. Accordingly, that which had been arduously established on a muddy river called the Chickahominy (and it was very far from either of those two good things) was forsaken, and the host began to be moved toward the James. This move would have been more smoothly accomplished if the enemy had not interfered. They, however, insisted upon making history, turning a change of base into a nominal retreat, and begetting in themselves a bra.s.s-bound and untamable spirit which it took vast wealth and several years to humble. From Gaines's Mill to the awful brow of Malvern Hill there were thunder and death. Forty thousand men were somewhat needlessly killed, wounded, or (as one paradoxical account has it) "found missing."
Aladdin missed the fight at Malvern Hill and became wounded in a non-bellicose fas.h.i.+on. His general desired to make a remark to another general, and writing it on a piece of thin yellow paper, gave it to him to deliver. He rode off to the tune of axes,--for a Maine regiment was putting in an hour in undoing the stately work of a hundred years,--trotted fifteen miles peacefully enough, delivered his general's remark, and started back. Then came night and a sticky mist. Then the impossibility of finding the way. Aladdin rode on and on, courageously if not wisely, and came in time to the dimly discernible outbuildings of a Virginia mansion. They stood huddled dark and wet in the mist, which was turning to rain, and there was no sign of life in or about them.
Aladdin pa.s.sed them and turned into an alley of great trees. By looking skyward he could keep to the road they bounded. As he drew near the mansion itself a great smell of box and roses filled his nostrils with fragrance. But to him, standing under the pillared portico and knocking upon the door, came no word of welcome and no stir of lights. He gave it up in disgust, mounted, and rode back through the rich mud to the stables. Had he looked over his shoulder he might have seen a face at one of the windows of the house.
He found a door of one of the stables unlocked, and went in, leading his horse. Within there was a smell of hay. He closed the door behind him, unsaddled, and fell to groping about in the dark. He wanted several armfuls of that hay, and he couldn't find them. The hay kept calling to his nose, "Here I am, here I am"; but when he got there, it was hiding somewhere else. It was like a game of blindman's-buff. Then he heard the munching of his horse and knew that the sought was found. He moved toward the horse, stepped on a rotten planking, and fell through the floor. Something caught his chin violently as he went through, and in a pool of filthy water, one leg doubled and broken under him, he pa.s.sed the night as tranquilly as if he had been dosed with laudanum.
XXV
Aladdin came to consciousness in the early morning. He was about as sick as a man can be this side of actual dissolution, and the pain in his broken leg was as sharp as a scream. He lay groaning and doubled in the filthy half-inch of water into which he had fallen. About him was darkness, but overhead a glimmer of light showed a jagged and cruel hole in the planking of the stable floor. Very slowly, for his agony was unspeakable, he came to a realization of what had happened. He called for help, and his voice was thick and unresonant, like the voice of a drunken man. His horse heard him and neighed. Now and again he lapsed into semi-unconsciousness, and time pa.s.sed without track. Hours pa.s.sed, when suddenly the glimmer above him brightened, and he heard light footsteps and the cackling of hens. He called for help. Instantly there was silence. It continued a long time. Then he heard a voice like soft music, and the voice said, "Who's there?"
A shadow came between him and the light, and a fair face that was darkened looked down upon him.
"For G.o.d's sake take care," he said. "Those boards are rotten."
"You 're a Yankee, aren't you?" said the voice, sweetly.
"Yes," said Aladdin, "and I'm badly hurt."
The voice laughed.
"Hurt, are you?" it said.
"I think I've broken my leg," said Aladdin. "Can you get some one to help me out of this?"
"Reckon you're all right down there," said the voice.
Aladdin revolved the brutality of it in his mind.
"Do you mean to say that you're not going to help me?" he said.
"Help you? Why should I?"
Aladdin groaned, and could have killed himself for groaning.
"If you don't help me," he said, and his voice broke, for he was suffering tortures, "I'll die before long."
A perfectly cool and cruel "Well?" came back to him.
"You won't help me?"
"No."
Anger surged in his heart, but he spoke with measured sarcasm.
"Then," he said, "will you at least do me the favor of getting from between me and G.o.d's light? If I die, I may go to h.e.l.l, but I prefer not to see devils this side of it, thank you."
The girl went away, but presently came back. She lowered something to him on a string. "I got it out of one of your holsters," she said.
Aladdin's fingers closed on the b.u.t.t of a revolver.
"It may save you a certain amount of hunger and pain," she said. "When you are dead, we will give it to one of our men, and your horse too.
He's a beauty."
"I hope to G.o.d he may--" began Aladdin.
"Pretty!" said the girl.
She went away, and he heard her clucking to the chickens. After a time she came back. Aladdin was waiting with a plan.
"Don't move," he said, "or you'll be shot."
"Rubbis.h.!.+" said the girl. She leaned casually back from the hole, and he could hear her moving away and clucking to the chickens. Again she returned.
"Thank you for not shooting," she said.
There was no answer.
"Are you dead?" she said.
When he came to, there was a bright light in Aladdin's eyes, for a lantern swung just to the left of his head.
"I thought you were dead," said the girl, still from her point of advantage. The lantern's light was in her face, too, and Aladdin saw that it was beautiful.
"Won't you help me?" he said plaintively.
"Were you ever told that you had nice eyes?" said the girl.
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