Colonel Winchester took out his watch and held it before him in the faint moonlight. He would not move until the ten minutes exactly had pa.s.sed. Then he closed the watch and gave the signal, but stationed officers along the line to see that the men made as little noise as possible. The long black column moved again through the forest and d.i.c.k, full of excitement was at its head with the colonel and the sergeant.
They reached a slope, crept up it, and then spread out, as they knew that the valley and the enemy were within rifle shot. d.i.c.k, glancing through the bushes, saw the glitter of steel and caught the murmur of voices. He knew that their presence was not yet suspected, and he did not like the idea of firing from ambush upon anybody, but there was no occasion for testing his scruples, as the advance of so many men created noise sufficient to reach the alert ears in the glade.
"Up, men! The enemy!" he heard a voice shout. Colonel Winchester at the same moment ordered his men to fire and charge with the bayonet.
A terrible volley was poured into the valley, and it seemed to d.i.c.k that half of Slade"s force went down, but as they rushed forward to finish the task they met a fire that caused many of the Union soldiers to drop. Slade was evidently a man of ability. d.i.c.k saw him springing about and blowing a little silver whistle, which he knew was a call to rally.
But the surprise was too sudden and great. The irregulars, fighting hard, were driven out of the valley and into the woods on the upper side of the glade. Sheltered in the underbrush, they might have made a good defense there, but a sudden tremendous cheer arose, and they were charged in the flank by the Ohio regiment, coming up on the run.
Spurred by emulation the Winchester men also rushed into the underbrush, and those of Slade"s men who had not fallen quickly threw down their arms. But they did not catch the leader, nor did they know what had become of him, until d.i.c.k caught sight of a little, weazened figure under an enormous wide-brimmed hat running with three or four others along the mountain-side.
"Slade! Slade!" he cried, pointing, and instantly a score, d.i.c.k and the sergeant among them, were hotfoot after the fugitives. Several shots were fired, but none hit, and the chase lengthened out.
Sergeant Whitley exclaimed to d.i.c.k: "We catch the pack, but if we don"t catch the leader there"ll be another pack soon."
"Right you are! We must have that little man under the big hat!"
d.i.c.k heard panting breaths, and Warner and Pennington drew up by his side.
"Slade"s about to escape!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "We must get him!"
"I"m running my best," said Warner. "Look out!" Slade suddenly faced about and fired a heavy pistol. d.i.c.k had dropped down at Warner"s warning cry and the bullet sang over his head. The sergeant fired in return, but the light was too faint, and Slade and the three who were with him ran on unharmed.
The pursuit, conducted with such vigor, soon led to the top of the mountain, and they began the descent of the far side. Several more shots were fired, but they did no damage, and neither side was able to gain. Two of the fugitives turned aside into the woods, but the pursuit kept straight after Slade, and his remaining companion, a slender, youthful figure.
"I think we"ll get "em," panted the sergeant. As he spoke one of the little mountain rivers so numerous in that region came into view. It was narrow, but deep, and without hesitating an instant the fugitives sprang into it and shot down the stream, swimming with all their strength, and helped by the powerful current.
Slade was in advance, and he was already disappearing in the shadows on the far bank, but his comrade, he of the slender figure, was still in the moonlight, which fell across his face for a moment. A soldier raised his rifle to fire, but d.i.c.k stumbled and fell against him and the bullet went high in the air.
The moment had been long enough for d.i.c.k to recognize Victor Woodville. He did not know how he happened to be with Slade, but he did not intend that he should be shot there in the water, and his impulse was quick enough to save Victor"s life. In another moment the young Mississippian was gone also in the shadows, and although several of the Union men swam the river they could discover no trace of either.
"I"m sorry," said the sergeant as they walked back to the other side of the mountain, "that they got away."
"Yes," said d.i.c.k, "it was too bad that Slade escaped."
CHAPTER XIII. THE RIVER OF DEATH
d.i.c.k knew that he had saved young Woodville"s life, but his conscience was quite dear. If he had the same chance he would do it over again, but he was sorry they had not caught Slade. He felt no hostility toward the regular soldiers of the Confederacy, but he knew there were guerillas on their side, as well as his own, who would stop at nothing. He remembered Skelly, who, claiming to be a Union partisan, nevertheless robbed and even killed those of either party whenever he felt it safe to do so. Slade was his Southern complement, and he would surely get together a new force as venomous as the old.
But Colonel Winchester and the commander of the Ohio regiment were full of pride in their exploit, as they had a right to be. They had destroyed a swarm of wasps which had been buzzing and stinging almost beyond endurance, and they were still prouder when they received the thanks of General Thomas.
The corps moved forward the next day, and soon the whole army was united under Rosecrans. It was a powerful force, about ninety thousand men, the staunch fighters of the West, veterans of great battles and victories, and to the young officers it appeared invincible. Their feeling that it was marching to another triumph was confirmed by the news that Bragg was retreating.
Yet the two armies were so close to each other that the Northern vanguard skirmished with the Southern rearguard as they pa.s.sed through the mountains. At one point in a gap of the c.u.mberland Mountains the Southerners made a sharp resistance, but they were quickly driven from their position and the Union ma.s.s rolled slowly on. Exultation among the troops increased.
"We"ll drive Bragg away down into the South against Grant," said Ohio to d.i.c.k, "and we"ll crush him between the two arms of the vise. That will finish everything in the West."
While d.i.c.k was exultant, too, he had certain reservations. He had seen a like confidence carried to disaster in the East, although it did not seem possible that the result here could be similar.
"I don"t think they"ll keep on retreating forever, Ohio," he said. "All our supplies are coming from Nashville, and we are getting farther away from our base every day."
But Ohio laughed.
"Our chief task is to catch Bragg," he said. "They said he was going to occupy Chattanooga and wait for us. He"s been in Chattanooga, but he didn"t wait for us there. He"s left it already and gone on, anxious to reach the Gulf before winter, I suppose."
The Union army in its turn entered Chattanooga, a little town of which d.i.c.k had seldom heard before, although he greatly admired its situation. The country about it was bold and romantic. It stood in a sharp curve of the great river, the Tennessee. Not far away was the lofty uplift of Lookout Mountain, a half-mile high, and there were long ridges between which creeks or little rivers flowed down to the Tennessee.
One of these streams was the Chickamauga, which in the language of the Cherokee Indians who had once owned this region means "the river of death." Why they called it so no one knew, but the name was soon to have a terrible fitness. Chattanooga itself meant in the Cherokee tongue "the hawk"s nest," and anybody could see the aptness of the term.
While Lookout Mountain was the loftiest summit, some of the other ridges rose almost as high, through the gaps of which the Northern army must pa.s.s if it continued the pursuit of Bragg.
September had now come and the winds were growing crisper in the high country. The feel of autumn was in the air, and the coolness made the marching brisker. The division to which d.i.c.k belonged was advancing slowly. He often saw Thomas, and his admiration for the grave, silent man grew. It was said that Thomas was slow, but that he never made mistakes. Now the rumor was spreading that he had warned Rosecrans to be cautious, that Bragg had a powerful army and when he reached favorable positions, would certainly turn and fight.
Not many were impressed by these reports. They merely said it was "Pap" Thomas" way of looking at the dark side of things first. Hadn"t they driven Bragg through the c.u.mberland Mountains and out of Chattanooga, and now they would soon be on his heels deep down in Georgia. But d.i.c.k, noticing Colonel Winchester"s serious face, surmised that he at least shared the opinion of his chief. And when the lad looked up at the great coils and ridges he felt that, in truth, they might go too far. If the Northern men were veterans, so were the Southern, and neither had taken much change of the other at Shiloh, Perryville and Stone River.
The Winchester regiment was thrown forward as the vanguard of the infantry, and the face of the colonel grew more serious than ever, when the best scouts rode in with reports that the Southern retreat was now very slow. There was news, too, that Slade had a new band much larger than before, and they formed a rear guard of skirmishers which made every moment of a Northern scout"s life a moment of danger. The Winchester regiment itself was often fired upon from ambush, and there were vacant places in the ranks.
d.i.c.k did not know whether it was his own intuition or the influence that flowed from the opinions of Thomas and Winchester, but much of his high exultation was abated. He regarded the lofty ridges and the deep gaps with apprehension. It was a difficult country and the Southern leaders must know that the Northern army was extended over a long line, with Thomas holding the left.
His premonitions had ample cause. Bragg as he fell back slowly had gathered new forces. Rosecrans did not yet know it, but the army before him was the most powerful that the South ever a.s.sembled in the West. Polk and Cleburne and Breckinridge and Forrest and Fighting Joe Wheeler and a whole long roll of famous Southern generals were there. Nor had the vigilant eyes of the Confederacy in the East failed to note the situation.
Just as the armies were coming into touch a division of the Army of Northern Virginia was pa.s.sing by train over the mountains. It was led by a thick-bearded, powerful man, no less a general than the renowned Longstreet, sent to help Bragg. The veterans of the Army of Northern Virginia would swell Bragg"s ranks, and the great army, turning a sanguine face northward, was eager for Rosecrans to come on. The Southern force would number more than ninety thousand men, more numerous than ever before or afterward in the West.
It was now late in September, the eve of the eighteenth, and d.i.c.k and his comrades lay near the little creek with the rhythmical name, Chickamauga. It was the very night that a portion of the Army of Northern Virginia had arrived in Bragg"s camp. The preceding days had been full of detached fighting, and the night had come heavy with omens and presages. The least intelligent knew now that Bragg had stopped, but they did not know that Longstreet was to be with him.
d.i.c.k and his comrades sat by a smothered fire, and the vast tangle of mountains and pa.s.ses, of valleys and streams looked sinister to them. There had been skirmishing throughout the day, and as the darkness closed down they still heard occasional rifle shots on the slopes and ridges.
"Don"t these mountains make you think of your native Vermont, George?" asked d.i.c.k.
"In a way, yes," replied Warner, "but my hills are not bristling with steel as these are."
"No, you New Englanders are fortunate. The war will never be carried on on your soil. You shed your blood, but, after all, the states that are trodden under foot by the armies suffer most."
"There are lights winking on the mountains again," said Pennington.
"Let "em wink," said d.i.c.k. "Their signals can"t amount to much now. We know that Bragg is before us, and a great battle can"t be delayed long. Fellows, I"m not so sure about the result."
"Come! Come, d.i.c.k!" said Warner. "It"s not often you"re downhearted. What"s struck you?"
"Nothing, George, but, between you and me and the gate post, I wish that our old "Pap" Thomas commanded all the army, instead of the left merely. I"ve learned a few things to-day. The enemy is spreading out, trying to enfold us on both wings."
"What of it?"
"It means that they are sanguine of victory, and they want to stand between us and Chattanooga, so they can cut off our retreat, after we"re beaten, as they think we surely will be. But their main force is not far from us now, so a scout told me. It"s ma.s.sed heavily along the right bank of the Chickamauga."
"And if there"s a battle to-morrow we"re likely to receive the first attack?"
"Could it come any better than at the place where Thomas stands?"
They sat long by the fire and d.i.c.k could not rest. Shiloh, his capture, and his knowledge of the secret Southern advance, of which he could give no warning, came back to him with uncommon vividness. He knew that no such surprise could occur here, but they seemed to be lost in the wilderness. The mountains and forests oppressed him.
"Well, d.i.c.k," said Warner, "we"re posted strongly. We"ve rows of sentinels as thick as hedges, and I"ve the colonel"s permission to go to sleep. I"ll be slumbering in ten minutes, and I"d advise you to do the same."
He lay on a blanket and soon slept. Pennington followed him to slumberland, but d.i.c.k lingered. He saw lights still flashing on the mountains, and he heard now and then reports from the rifles of the skirmishers, who yet sought each other despite the darkness. But he yielded at last and he, too, slept until the dawn, which should bring nearly two hundred thousand men face to face in mortal combat.
d.i.c.k was awake early. The September morning came, crisp and clear, the sun showing red gleams over the mountains. He heard already the sound of distant rifle shots in front, and, through his gla.s.ses, he saw far away faint puffs of smoke. But it was a familiar sound in this mighty war, and he found himself singularly calm. He never knew how he was going to feel on the eve of battle. Sometimes the constriction at his heart was painful, and sometimes its beat was smooth and regular.
All the officers of the Winchester regiment were dismounted owing to the rough nature of the country in which they were stationed. They held the most uneven part of the center, where thickets and ravines were many. Hot food and coffee were served to them, and new warmth and courage flowed through their bodies.
The distant fire increased, and, standing on a hillock, d.i.c.k looked long through his gla.s.ses. A faint haze which had hung in the south was clearing away. The rays of the sun were intensely bright. The brown of autumn glowed like gold, and the red splashes here and there burned scarlet. He saw pink dots appearing on a long line and he knew that the skirmishers were active and wary.
"There can be no doubt of the advance!" he said to Warner. "A strong body of our cavalry disclosed their forward movement, and there are the skirmishers signaling that Bragg is near. Wonderful fellows, those sharpshooters! They"re the eyes of the army. We stand in ma.s.s and fight together, but every one of them individually takes his life in his own hands. The firing is coming nearer. I think we"ll be attacked first."
After a little pause Warner said: "I"m sorry our line is extended so much. What if they should cut through and get behind us?"
"They"ll never do it while General Thomas is here. I believe they called him "Old Slow Top" at West Point, but if he"s slow in advance he"s still slower in retreat. I"d rather have him commanding us just now than any other general in the world."
"I think you"re right, and here he comes! Listen to the cheering!"
General Thomas rode slowly along his line, inspecting the position of every regiment and making some changes. He showed no trace of excitement. The face was calm and the heavy jaw was set firmly. If Grant was a bulldog Thomas was another. The men knew him. They had seen him stand like a rock before, and the thrill of confidence and courage which help so much to win ran through them all.
d.i.c.k saw the general speak to Colonel Winchester and then ride on and out of sight. All the men in the regiment were lying down, but the officers walked back and forth in front of the line. It was the especial pride of the younger ones to appear unconcerned, and some were able to make a brave pretense.
But all the while the battle was rolling nearer. It was no longer an affair of scouting parties. The skirmishers were driven in on either side and the mighty Southern advance was coming forward in full battle array. Sh.e.l.ls began to shriek and fall among the Northern ma.s.ses, and the fire of cannon and rifles mingled in a sinister crash. But the Union regiments, although not yet replying, remained steady, although the shower of steel that was beginning to beat upon them found many a mark. Vast columns of smoke pierced by fire rose in front.
It seemed to d.i.c.k"s vivid fancy that the earth was shaking with the tread of the advancing brigades and the thunder of their artillery. But he was still able to preserve his air of indifference, although his heart was now beating hard and fast. Now and then when the smoke eddied or the banks of it broke apart he raised his gla.s.ses and with their powerful vision saw the long and deep Southern columns advancing, the field batteries in the intervals pouring a storm of death.
It was a sinister and terrible sight. The South presented here an army outnumbering its force at Shiloh two to one, and they were veterans now, led by veteran commanders. Moreover, they had Longstreet and his matchless fighters from Lee"s army to bear them up.
"What do you see, d.i.c.k?" asked Pennington, his voice distinctly audible through the steady roar.
"Johnnies! Johnnies! Johnnies! Thousands and thousands of them and then many thousands more. They"re going to strike full upon us here!"
"Let "em come. We"re taking root, growing deep into the ground and old "Pap" Thomas has grown deepest of us all! It"ll be impossible to move us!"
"I hope so. There go our own cannon, too, and it"s a welcome sound! I can see the gaps smashed in their ranks by our fire, and ah, I see, too-"
He stopped short in amazed surprise, and Pennington in wonder asked: "What is it you see, d.i.c.k?"
"There"s a heavy cavalry force on their flank, and I caught a glimpse of a man on a great horse leading it. I know him. He"s Colonel George Kenton, father of Harry Kenton, that cousin of mine, of whom I"ve spoken to you so often."
"And here he comes charging you! But it"s happened hundreds and hundreds of times in this war that relatives have come face to face in battle, and it"ll happen hundreds of times more. Are they within rifle shot, d.i.c.k?"
"Not yet, but they soon will be."
He slung the gla.s.ses back over his shoulder. The eye alone was sufficient now to watch the charging columns. All the artillery on both sides was coming into action, and the ripping crash of so many cannon became so great that the officers could no longer hear one another unless they shouted. The gorges and hills caught up the sound and gave it back in increased volume.
d.i.c.k heard a new note in the thunder. It was made by the swift beat of hoofs, thousands of them, and the hair on his neck p.r.i.c.kled at the roots. Forrest and the wild cavalry of the South were charging on their flanks. He felt a sudden horror lest he be trampled under the hoofs of horses. By some curious twist of the mind his dread of such a fate was far more acute at that moment than his fear of sh.e.l.ls and bullets.
Colonel Winchester, shouting imperiously, ordered him and all the other young officers to step back now and lie down. d.i.c.k obeyed, and he crouched by the side of Warner and Pennington. The great bank of fire and smoke was rolling nearer and yet nearer, and the cannon were fighting one another with all the speed and power of the gunners. Off on the flank the ominous tread of Southern hors.e.m.e.n was coming fast.
Bullets began now to rain among them. The regiment would have been swept away bodily had the men not been lying down. But their time to wait and hold their fire was at an end. The colonel gave the word, and a sheet of light leaped from the mouths of their rifles. A vast gap appeared in the Southern line before them, but in a minute or two it closed up, and the Southern ma.s.ses came on again, as menacing as ever. Again d.i.c.k"s regiment poured its shattering fire upon the Southern columns and their front lines were blown away. Colonel Winchester at once wheeled his men into a new position to meet the ma.s.s of Forrest"s cavalry rushing down upon their flank. He was just in time to help other troops, not in numbers enough to withstand the shock.
There were few moments in the lives of these lads as terrifying as those when they turned to face the fierce Forrest, the uneducated mountaineer who had intuitively mastered Napoleon"s chief maxim of war, to pour the greatest force upon the enemy"s weakest point.
The hurricane sweeping down upon them sent a chill to their hearts. d.i.c.k saw a long line of foaming mouths, the lips drawn back from the cruel white teeth, and manes flying wildly. Above them rose the faces of the riders, their own eyes bloodshot, their sabers held aloft for the deadly sweep. And the thunder of galloping hoofs was more menacing than that of the cannon.
d.i.c.k looked around him and saw faces turning pale. His own might be whiter than any of theirs for all he knew, but he shouted with the other officers: "Steady! Steady! Now pour it into "em!"
It was well that most of the men in the regiment had become sharpshooters, and that despite the thumping of their hearts, they were able to stand firm. Their sleet of bullets emptied a hundred saddles, and slipping in the cartridges they fired again at close range. The cavalry charge seemed to stop dead in its tracks, and in an instant a scene of terrible confusion occurred. Wounded horses screaming in pain rushed wildly back upon their own comrades or through the ranks of the foe. Injured men, shot from their saddles, were seeking to crawl out of the way. Whirling eddies of smoke alternately hid and disclosed enemies, and from both left and right came the continuous and deafening crash of infantry in battle.
But Forrest"s men paused only a moment or two. A great ma.s.s of them galloped out of the smoke, over the bodies of their dead comrades and directly into the Winchester regiment, shouting and slashing with their great sabers. It was well for the men that their leader had so wisely chosen ground rough and covered with bushes. Using every inch of protection, they fired at horses and riders and thrust at them with their bayonets.
The battle became wild and confused, a turmoil of mingled horse and foot, of firing and shouting and of glittering swords and bayonets. A man on a huge horse made a great sweep at d.i.c.k"s head with a red saber. The boy dropped to his knees, and felt the broad blade whistle where his head had been.
The swordsman was borne on by the impetus of his horse, and d.i.c.k caught one horrified glimpse of his face. It was Colonel Kenton, but d.i.c.k knew that he did not know, nor did he ever know. It was never in the lad"s heart to tell his uncle how near he had come unwittingly to shearing off the head of his own nephew.
The charge of the cavalrymen carried them clear through the Winchester regiment, but a regiment coming up to the relief drove them back, and the great ma.s.s turning aside a little attacked anew and elsewhere. A few moments of rest were permitted d.i.c.k and his comrades, although the mighty battle wheeled and thundered all about them.
But their regiment was a melancholy sight. A third of its numbers were killed or wounded. The ground was torn and trampled, as if it had been swept by a hurricane of wind and red rain. d.i.c.k had one slight wound on his shoulder and another on his arm, but he did not feel them. Pennington and Warner both had scratches, but the colonel was unharmed.
"My G.o.d," exclaimed Warner, "how did we happen to survive it!"
"I live to boast that I"ve been ridden over by old Forrest himself," said Pennington.
"How do you know it was Forrest?"
"Because his horse was eight feet high and his sword was ten feet long. He slashed at me with it a hundred times. I counted the strokes."
Then Pennington stopped and laughed hysterically, d.i.c.k seized him by the arm and shook him roughly.
"Stop it, Frank! Stop it!" he cried. "You"re yourself, and you"re all right!"
Pennington shook his body, brushed his hands over his eyes and said: "Thanks, d.i.c.k, old man; you"ve brought me back to myself."
"Get ready!" exclaimed Warner. "The cavalry have sheered off, but the infantry are coming, a million strong! I can hear their tread shaking the earth!"
The broken regiment reloaded, drew its lines together and faced the enemy anew. It seemed to their bloodshot eyes that the whole Southern army was bearing down upon them. The Southern generals, skillful and daring, were resolved to break through the Northern left, and the attack attained all the violence of a convulsion.