"But, Captain."

"I"m no Captain, neither. I"m plain Jim Crimmins, Quartermaster-Sergeant, in charge o" this corral, that you"re stealin"

around. I"m comin" out there to break every bone in your body. You infernal sneaks "ve pestered the life out o" me stealin" my corn and my mules, even. I"ve bin watchin" you piroutin" around in the dark for a long time. I"m goin" to stop this business if I"ve got to kill every thievin" varmint in the Army o" the c.u.mberland. Don"t you dare move till I come out, or I"ll put a bullet through you. Do you hear?"

"I don"t believe I"ve got any more time to waste on that bellerin"

bull-calf," said the Deacon to himself. He gathered up the lines, turned the horse"s head toward the road, and gave him a lick with a switch, and he dashed off, followed by a couple of shots from Mr. Crimmins, to give color and confirmation to the story that worthy related later in the day of a particularly audacious attempt on the part of sneak thieves to get away with his mules and corn, and which was frustrated by his vigilance and daring.

As the horse slowed down to a walk again a Sergeant of the Guard at the head of a squad stepped out and took him by the reins.

"Here, who are you, and where are you going so early in the morning?" he inquired.

"My name"s Josiah Klegg, sir," said the Deacon, prudently ignoring t.i.tles. "I"m from Injianny, and am down here "tendin" to my son, who belongs to Co. Q, 200th Injianny Volunteers, and who was shot at Chickamaugy. I borryed this hoss and wagon from a man out in the country to bring in some vittles for him and his pardner, and some boughs for "em to sleep on, and I"m takin" "em back to him."

"Well, that story may be true, and it mayn"t. Probably it ain"t. Men don"t get up before daybreak to take back borrowed horses. You"re up to some devilment; probably taking information or contraband out to the rebels. I haven"t time now to investigate. I"ll put you under guard until I have. As for the horse, we"ve got use for him. McCook"s Cavalry needs about a thousand such as he. We"re out lookin" for horses now.

Unhitch him, boys."

The Deacon started to make an earnest protest, but at that moment the rebels on Lookout Mountain made their usual daylight salute to the camp. The size of the squad had attracted their attention, and a sh.e.l.l shrieked over and struck quite near. This was too much for the nervous horse. He made a convulsive leap, which scattered the guards around him and almost threw the Deacon out of the seat. When the latter recovered himself, and got the horse under control again the guards were far away, and he was at the approach to the pontoon bridge.

"I"ll be plagued," mused the Deacon, as the horse moved over the bridge at a slow walk, and gave him time to think, "the army"s a terrible place. I had no sort o" trouble when I was doin" something that mebbe I oughtn"t to have done, but the minute I start out to do a right thing I meet no end o" difficulties. But these are the obstacles that Satan always puts in the way of the righteous. I"m goin" to git this boss "back to its owner, or know the reason why. Git up, there."

He soon came to a piece of the road which was in full view of the rebels on Lookout Mountain. They had been preparing the day before to stop all travel by that route, and the Deacon"s was the first vehicle that had appeared since they had got their guns planted. They waited until he was fairly out into the open, and sent a sh.e.l.l which struck a panel of the fence off to the left, burst with a crash, and sent rails, chunks, stones and pieces of brush flying through the air. The horse became frantic, and tore up the hill at such a rate the buckboard and harness speedily went to pieces, and the Deacon was flung in the ditch, while the horse galloped wildly over the hill.

The Union artillerymen on Moccasin Point had evidently antic.i.p.ated just such an attempt on the part of the rebels. Instantly a score of guns which had been placed to cover that spot thundered out, and their sh.e.l.ls could be seen striking and tearing up the ground all around where the shot came from. Other rebel guns came to the a.s.sistance of the first one; the Union batteries within reach started in to help their side, and in a minute the whole country was shaking with the uproar.

"Well, I"ll be dumbed," muttered the Deacon, crawling out of the ditch, shaking himself together again, cleaning off the mud, and trying to comprehend what was happening. "Did anybody ever see sich a commotion kicked up over one four-year-old hoss, and not a particularly good hoss at that? "t"d take a mighty smart man to git as much as $100 for him up in Posey County. n.o.body but a Methodist Elder could do it. I"ve sold a better hoss than that for $80, and got all he was worth."

He stood for a few minutes and looked at the grand display until the Union batteries, satisfied that they had finally quashed the impudent rebel, ceased firing, and then he looked around.

"Well, that buckboard"s done for. I can"t take it back. It"s only good for kindlin" wood now. But I may ketch the hoss and take him back."

He went up on top of the hill, and saw the horse standing under a tree, apparently pondering over what had happened, and wondering whether he should run farther or remain where he was.

The horse gave him a glad whinney of recognition, as if congratulating him on escaping from the crash of matter.

"Yes, you beast," snorted the Deacon; "I"m safe, but no thanks to you.

You done your best to kick my brains out. Twice your condemned heels jest grazed my eyebrows. All the thanks I git for tryin" to save you from being starved to death there in Chattanoogy, and git you back home.

But you go back home all the same."

He led the horse to a rock, mounted him, and started up the road.

He reached the point where the road to the house turned off, and was debating whether he should go farther or turn the horse loose there, when he saw a company of cavalry coming up the main road from the other direction--that toward Bridgeport. Though they wore blue overcoats, he had learned enough about army life to not trust this implicitly, so he prudently rode into the woods to watch them until he could make sure.

The company came up to where the roads parted, and he overheard a man who rode by the Captain at the head, and who wore a semi-soldier costume and seemed to be a scout or guide, tell the Captain:

"Their camp"s right over there on that ridge (pointing to the crest on which the Deacon had seen the smoke). They"re probably on the lookout for us, and we"ll have to be very careful if we get near enough to jump them. I thought I saw one of their lookouts about here when we came up.

Yes, there he is in there."

The Deacon had started to ride boldly toward them when he was sure they were Union troops, and a couple of the men, who in their dealings with bushwhackers had learned that it is best to shoot first and ask questions afterward, had promptly fired, and cut twigs uncomfortably near the Deacon"s head. His horse plunged, but he kept him in hand and called out:

"Hold on! h.e.l.lo! Don"t do that. I"m a friend. I"m from Injianny."

"You"re a devil of a way from home, and in a bad neighborhood," said one of the men who had fired, as he slipped another cartridge into his Sharpe"s.

The Captain interrogated him as to who he was and what he was doing out there, while the scout fidgeted in his saddle over the time that was being wasted.

"Captain," said the scout finally, "we must hustle if we"re going to strike those fellers before dark. We can"t go down here, but" ll have to make a long circuit around, so they won"t see us."

"That"s so," said the Captain, adjusting himself to start.

"Captain," said one of the men, "my horse can"t go any farther. He"s been in bad shape, and he fell and broke his knee coming up the hill."

"Well, here, take that citizen"s horse. Old man, get off, and let this man have that horse."

The Deacon started to protest, but the man was in a hurry, and almost pulled him off, and slapped his own saddle on in a flash.

"But what am I do to?" asked the Deacon bewildered.

"Do? Do as you please," laughed the Captain. "You are as well off here as anywhere. When a man"s away from home one place"s the same"s another to him. Here, I"ll tell you what you can do. See that cow back there?

The boys have been trailing her along, in hopes to get her into Chattanooga and make beef of her. We"ve got to leave her now, for we are going on the jump. We"ll make you a present of her and this broken-down horse. That"ll start you in business. A horse and a cow"s a big start for any man. Good-by. Attention, company! Forward, head of column right--March!"

"Well, I"ve done all I could," said the Deacon, going back and picking up the rope which was tied to the cow"s horns. "The Lord knows I"ve tried hard enough to git that hoss back. The cow looks as if she"s a good milker. A little milk"ll do the boys good. Then, they kin have fresh beef. Come along, Bos."

Late at night he tied the cow to the corn-crib and went to his weary bed.

CHAPTER III. A COW IN CAMP

THE DEACON HAS SOME EXPERIENCES WITH THE QUADRUPED.

IT DID not seem that so many dangers beset the possession of a cow as of a horse, yet the Deacon prudently rose while it was yet dark to look after the animal.

He was none too soon, for there were getting to be thousands of very hungry men in Chattanooga who remembered the axiom about the early bird catching the worm, and thought the best time for "s.n.a.t.c.hing" something was in the dark just before reveille. If they could find nothing better, and too often they did not, they would rob the mules of their scanty rations of corn, and soon a mule"s feed-box had to be as carefully guarded as the commissary tent of the Headquarters mess.

These morning prowlers were as cunning as rats in finding their prey, and the only security that a man had of keeping his rations till morning was to eat them up before he went to bed. Their sharp eyes had not failed to notice the signs of unusual plenty about the Deacon"s corn-crib, and they gave it earnest attention.

The Deacon had slipped out very quietly, and taken a little turn around the end of the crib, to see that his other provisions had not been disturbed, before he approached the cow. As he did so he saw a figure squatted beside her, and heard a low voice say:

"So, Bos! H"ist, Lady! H"ist up, you measly heifer!"

"Well, I declare to goodness," gasped the Deacon. "How could they"ve found her out so soon?"

He walked quietly up to the milker, and remarked:

"Purty early in the mornin" to do your milkin". Didn"t used to git up so early when you was at home, did you?"

"Sh--sh--sh!" whispered the other. "Don"t speak so loud. You"ll wake up that old galoot inside. Keep quiet till I fill my cup, and then I"ll let you have a chance. There"ll be plenty for you."

"Purty good milker, is she?" inquired the Deacon with interest.

"Naw!" whispered the other. "She"s got her bag full, but she won"t give down worth a cent."