Two Little Confederates Part 7
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The boys started off after Balla with a shout, but remembered their errand and suddenly hushed down to a little squeal of delight at being actually engaged in burying treasure--real silver. It seemed too good to be true, and withal there was a real excitement about it, for how could they know but that some one might watch them from some hiding-place, or might even fire into them as they worked?
They met the old fellow as he was coming from the carriage-house with a hoe and a spade in his hands. He was on his way to the garden in a very straightforward manner, but the boys made him understand that to bury treasure it was necessary to be particularly secret, and after some little grumbling, Balla humored them.
The difficulty of getting the box of silver out of the house secretly, whilst all the family were up, and the servants were moving about, was so great that this part of the affair had to be carried on in a manner different from the usual programme of pirates of the first water. Even the boys had to admit this; and they yielded to old Balla's advice on this point, but made up for it by additional formality, ceremony, and secrecy in pointing out the spot where the box was to be hid.
Old Balla was quite accustomed to their games and fun--their "pranks,"
as he called them. He accordingly yielded willingly when they marched him to a point at the lower end of the yard, on the opposite side from the garden, and left him. But he was inclined to give trouble when they both reappeared with a gun, and in a whisper announced that they must march first up the ditch which ran by the spring around the foot of the garden.
"Look here, boys; I ain' got time to fool with you chillern," said the old man. "Ain't you hear your ma tell me she 'pend on me to bury that silver what yo' gran'ma and gran'pa used to eat off o'--an' don' wan'
n.o.body to know nothin' 'bout it? An' y' all comin' here with guns, like you huntin' squ'rr'ls, an' now talkin' 'bout wadin' in the ditch!"
"But, Unc' Balla, that's the way all buccaneers do," protested Frank.
"Yes, buccaneers always go by water," said w.i.l.l.y.
"And we can stoop in the ditch and come in at the far end of the garden, so n.o.body can see us," added Frank.
"Bookanear or bookafar,--I's gwine in dat garden and dig a hole wid my hoe, an' I is too ole to be wadin' in a ditch like chillern. I got the misery in my knee now, so bad I'se sca'cely able to stand. I don't know huccome y' all ain't satisfied with the place you' ma an' I done pick, anyways."
This was too serious a mutiny for the boys. So it was finally greed that one gun should be returned to the office, and that they should enter by the gate, after which Balla was to go with the boys by the way they should show him, and see the spot they thought of.
They took him down through the weeds around the garden, crouching under the rose-bushes, and at last stopped at a spot under the slope, completely surrounded by shrubbery.
"Here is the spot," said Frank in a whisper, pointing under one of the bushes.
"It's in a line with the longest limb of the big oak-tree by the gate," added w.i.l.l.y, "and when this locust bush and that cedar grow to be big trees, it will be just half-way between them."
As this seemed to Balla a very good place, he set to work at once to dig, the two boys helping him as well as they could. It took a great deal longer to dig the hole in the dark than they had expected, and when they got back to the house everything was quiet.
The boys had their hats pulled over their eyes, and had turned their jackets inside out to disguise themselves.
"It's a first-rate place! Ain't it, Unc' Balla?" they said, as they entered the chamber where their mother and aunt were waiting for them.
"Do you think it will do, Balla?" their mother asked.
"Oh, yes, madam; it's far enough, an' they got mighty comical ways to get dyah, wadin' in ditch an' things--it will do. I ain' sho' I kin fin' it ag'in myself." He was not particularly enthusiastic. Now, however, he shouldered the box, with a grunt at its weight, and the party went slowly out through the back door into the dark. The glow of the burning depot was still visible in the west.
Then it was decided that w.i.l.l.y should go before--he said to "reconnoitre," Balla said "to open the gate and lead the way,"--and that Frank should bring up the rear.
They trudged slowly on through the darkness, Frank and w.i.l.l.y watching on every side, old Balla stooping under the weight of the big box.
After they were some distance in the garden they heard, or thought they heard, a sound back at the gate, but decided that it was nothing but the latch clicking; and they went on down to their hiding place.
In a little while the black box was well settled in the hole, and the dirt was thrown upon it. The replaced earth made something of a mound, which was unfortunate. They had not thought of this; but they covered it with leaves, and agreed that it was so well hidden, the Yankees would never dream of looking there.
"Unc' Balla, where are your horses?" asked one of the boys.
"That's for me to know, an' them to find out what kin," replied the old fellow with a chuckle of satisfaction.
The whole party crept back out of the garden, and the boys were soon dreaming of buccaneers and pirates.
CHAPTER IX.
The boys were not sure that they had even fallen asleep when they heard Lucy Ann call, outside. They turned over to take another nap.
She was coming up to the door. No, for it was a man's step, it must be Uncle Balla's; they heard horses trampling and people talking. In a second the door was flung open, and a man strode into the room, followed by one, two, a half-dozen others, all white and all in uniform. They were Yankees. The boys were too frightened to speak.
They thought they were arrested for hiding the silver.
"Get up, you lazy little rebels," cried one of the intruders, not unpleasantly. As the boys were not very quick in obeying, being really too frightened to do more than sit up in bed, the man caught the mattress by the end, and lifting it with a jerk emptied them and all the bedclothes out into the middle of the floor in a heap. At this all the other men laughed. A minute more and he had drawn his sword. The boys expected no less than to be immediately killed. They were almost paralyzed. But instead of plunging his sword into them, the man began to stick it into the mattresses and to rip them up; while others pulled open the drawers of the bureau and pitched the things on the floor.
The boys felt themselves to be in a very exposed and defenceless condition; and w.i.l.l.y, who had become tangled in the bedclothes, and had been a little hurt in falling, now that the strain was somewhat over, began to cry.
In a minute a shadow darkened the doorway and their mother stood in the room.
"Leave the room instantly!" she cried. "Aren't you ashamed to frighten children!"
"We haven't hurt the brats," said the man with the sword good-naturedly.
"Well, you terrify them to death. It's just as bad. Give me those clothes!" and she sprang forward and s.n.a.t.c.hed the boys' clothes from the hands of a man who had taken them up. She flung the suits to the boys, who lost no time in slipping into them.
They had at once recovered their courage in the presence of their mother. She seemed to them, as she braved the intruders, the grandest person they had ever seen. Her face was white, but her eyes were like coals of fire. They were very glad she had never looked or talked so to them.
When they got outdoors the yard was full of soldiers. They were upon the porches, in the entry, and in the house. The smoke-house was open and so were the doors of all the other outhouses, and now and then a man pa.s.sed, carrying some article which the boys recognized.
In a little while the soldiers had taken everything they could carry conveniently, and even things which must have caused them some inconvenience. They had secured all the bacon that had been left in the smoke-house, as well as all other eatables they could find. It was a queer sight, to see the fellows sitting on their horses with a ham or a pair of fowls tied to one side of the saddle and an engraving or a package of books, or some ornament, to the other.
A new party of men had by this time come up from the direction of the stables.
"Old man, come here!" called some of them to Balla, who was standing near expostulating with the men who were about the fire.
"Who?--me?" asked Balla.
"B'ain't you the carriage driver?"
"Ain't I the keridge driver?"
"Yes, _you_; we know you are, so you need not be lying about it."
"Hi! yes; I the keridge driver. Who say I ain't?"
"Well, where have you hid those horses? Come, we want to know, quick,"
said the fellow roughly, taking out his pistol in a threatening way.
The old man's eyes grew wide. "Hi! befo' de Lord! Marster, how I know anything of the horses ef they ain't in the stable,--there's where we keep horses!"
"Here, you come with us. We won't have no foolin' 'bout this," said his questioner, seizing him by the shoulder and jerking him angrily around. "If you don't show us pretty quick where those horses are, we'll put a bullet or two into you. March off there!"
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