Scouts of Stonewall (eBook)

Joseph Altsheler (Autor)

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2018
768 Seiten
Seltzer Books (Verlag)
978-1-4553-6736-8 (ISBN)

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Historical novel from the Civil War series. 'The Scouts of Stonewall,' while an independent story, is in effect a continuation of the series which began with 'The Guns of Bull Run' and which was carried on in 'The Guns of Shiloh.'The present romance reverts to the Southern side, and is concerned with the fortunes of Harry Kenton and his friends. According to Wikipedia: 'Joseph Alexander Altsheler (1862 - 1919), was an American author of popular juvenile historical fiction. Altsheler was born in Three Springs, Kentucky to Joseph and Louise Altsheler. In 1885, he took a job at the Louisville Courier-Journal as a reporter and later, an editor. He started working for the New York World in 1892, first as the paper's Hawaiian correspondent and then as the editor of the World's tri-weekly magazine. Due to a lack of suitable stories, he began writing children's stories for the magazine.'

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Historical novel from the Civil War series. "e;The Scouts of Stonewall,"e; while an independent story, is in effect a continuation of the series which began with "e;The Guns of Bull Run"e; and which was carried on in "e;The Guns of Shiloh."e; The present romance reverts to the Southern side, and is concerned with the fortunes of Harry Kenton and his friends. According to Wikipedia: "e;Joseph Alexander Altsheler (1862 - 1919), was an American author of popular juvenile historical fiction. Altsheler was born in Three Springs, Kentucky to Joseph and Louise Altsheler. In 1885, he took a job at the Louisville Courier-Journal as a reporter and later, an editor. He started working for the New York World in 1892, first as the paper's Hawaiian correspondent and then as the editor of the World's tri-weekly magazine. Due to a lack of suitable stories, he began writing children's stories for the magazine."e;

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 CHAPTER VII  ON THE RIDGES

 

 As they rode in the shadow of the Massanuttons Harry continued to wonder. The whole campaign in the valley had become to him an interminable maze. Stonewall Jackson might know what he intended to do, but he was not telling.  Meanwhile they marched back and forth.  There was incessant skirmishing between cavalry and pickets, but it did not seem to signify anything.  Banks, sure of his overwhelming numbers, pressed forward, but always cautiously and slowly.  He did not march into any trap. And Harry surmised that Jackson, much too weak to attack, was playing for time.

 

Sherburne and his troop paused at the very base of the Massanuttons and Harry, who happened to be with them, looked up again at the lofty summits standing out so boldly and majestically in the middle of the valley. The oaks and maples along their slopes were now blossoming into a green that matched the tint of the pines, but far up on the crests there was still a line of snow, and white mists beyond.

 

"Why not climb the highest summit?" he said to Sherburne.  "You have powerful glasses and we could get a good view of what is going on up the valley."

 

"Most of those slopes are not slopes at all.  They're perpendicular like the side of a house.  The horses could never get up."

 

"But they can certainly go part of the way, and some of us can climb the rest on foot."

 

Sherburne's eyes sparkled.  The spirit of adventure was strong within him.  Moreover the task, if done, was worth while.

 

"Good for you, Harry," he exclaimed.  "We'll try it!  What do you say, St. Clair, you and Langdon?"

 

"I follow where you lead, and I hope that you lead to the top of the mountain," replied St. Clair.

 

"Likely it's cold up there," said Langdon, "but there are higher and colder mountains and I choose this one."

 

They had learned promptness and decision from Stonewall Jackson, and Sherburne at once gave the order to ascend.  Several men in his troop were natives of that part of the valley, and they knew the Massanuttons well.  They led and the whole troop composed of youths followed eagerly. Bye and bye they dismounted and led their horses over the trails which grew slippery with wet and snow as they rose higher.

 

When they paused at times to rest they would all look northward over the great valley, where a magnificent panorama had gradually risen into view. They saw a vast stretch of fields turning green, neat villages, dark belts of forest, the gleam of brooks and creeks, and now and then, the glitter from a Northern bayonet.

 

At length the chief guide, a youth named Wallace, announced that the horses could go no farther.  Even in summer when the snow was all gone and the earth was dry they could not find a footing.  Now it was certain death for them to try the icy steeps.

 

Sherburne ordered the main body of the troop to halt in a forested and sheltered glen in the side of the mountain, and, choosing Harry, St. Clair, Langdon, the guide Wallace, and six others, he advanced with them on foot.  It was difficult climbing, and more than once they were bruised by falls, but they learned to regard such accidents as trifles, and ardent of spirit they pressed forward.

 

"I think we'll get a good view," said Sherburne.  "See how brilliantly the sun is shining in the valley."

 

"Yes, and the mists on the crests are clearing away," said Harry.

 

"Then with the aid of the glasses we can get a sweep up the valley for many miles.  Now boys, here we go! up! up!"

 

If it had not been for the bushes they could never have made the ascent, as they were now in the region of snow and ice and the slopes were like glass.  Often they were compelled to crawl, and it was necessary, too, to exercise a good deal of care in crawling.

 

St. Clair groaned as he rose after climbing a rock, and brushed the knees of his fine gray trousers.

 

"Cheer up, Arthur," said Langdon, "it could have been worse.  The sharp stones there might have cut holes through them."

 

But in spite of every difficulty and danger they went steadily toward the summit, and streamers of mist yet floating about the mountain often enclosed them in a damp shroud.  Obviously, however, the clouds and vapors were thinning, and soon the last shred would float away.

 

"It ain't more'n a hundred feet more to the top," said Wallace, "an' it's shore that the sun will be shinin' there."

 

"Shining for us, of course," said Langdon.  "It's a good omen."

 

"I wish I could always look for the best as you do, Tom," said St. Clair.

 

"I'm glad I can.  Gay hearts are better than riches.  As sure as I climb, Arthur, I see the top."

 

"Yes, there it is, the nice snowy bump above us."

 

They dragged themselves upon the loftiest crest, and, panting, stood there for a few minutes in several inches of snow.  Then the wind caught up the last shreds and tatters of mist, and whipped them away southward. Every one of them drew a deep, sharp breath, as the great panorama of the valley to the northward and far below was unrolled before them.

 

The brilliant sunshine of early spring played over everything, but far down in the valley they seemed to see by contrast the true summer of the sunny south, which is often far from sunny.  But seen from the top of the mountain the valley was full of golden rays.  Now the roofs of the villages showed plainly and they saw with distinctness the long silver lines that marked the flowing of the rivers and creeks.  To the east and to the west further than the eye could reach rose the long line of dim blue mountains that enclosed the valley.

 

But it was the glitter of the bayonets in the valley that caused the hearts of the Virginians to beat most fiercely.  Banners and guidons, clusters of white tents, and dark swarms of men marked where the foot of the invading stranger trod their soil.  The Virginians loved the great valley.  Enclosed between the blue mountains it was the richest and most beautiful part of all their state.  It hurt them terribly to see the overwhelming forces of the North occupying its towns and villages and encamped in its fields.

 

Harry, not a Virginian himself, but a brother by association, understood and shared their feeling.  He saw Sherburne's lips moving and he knew that he was saying hard words between his teeth.  But Sherburne's eyes were at the glasses, and he looked a long time, moving them slowly from side to side.  After a while he handed them to Harry.

 

The boy raised the glasses and the great panorama of the valley sprang up to his eyes.  It seemed to him that he could almost count the soldiers in the camps.  There was a troop of cavalry riding to the southward, and further to the left was another.  Directly to the north was their battlefield of Kernstown, and not far beyond it lay Winchester.  He saw such masses of the enemy's troops and so many signs of activity among them that he felt some movement must be impending.

 

"What do you think of it, Harry?" said Sherburne.

 

"Banks must be getting ready to move forward."

 

"I think so, too.  I wish we had his numbers."

 

"More men are coming for us.  We'll have Ewell's corps soon, and General Jackson himself is worth ten thousand men."

 

"That's so, Harry, but ten thousand men are far too few.  McDowell's whole corps is available, and with it the Yankees can now turn more than seventy thousand men into the valley."

 

"And they can fight, too, as we saw at Kernstown," said St. Clair.

 

"That's so, and I'm thinking they'll get their stomachs full of it pretty soon," said Langdon.  "Yesterday about dusk I went out in some bushes after firewood, and I saw a man kneeling.  It struck me as curious, and I went up closer.  What do you think?  It was Old Jack praying. Not any mock prayer, but praying to his Lord with all his heart and soul. I'm not much on praying myself, but I felt pretty solemn then, and I slid away from there as quick and quiet as you please.  And I tell you, fellows, that when Stonewall Jackson prays it's time for the Yankees to weep."

 

"You're probably right, Langdon," said Captain Sherburne, "but it's time for us to be going back, and we'll tell what we've seen to General Jackson."

 

As they turned away a crunching in the snow on the other slope caused them to stop.  The faces of men and then their figures appeared through the bushes.  They were eight or ten in number and all wore blue uniforms. Harry saw the leader, and instantly he recognized Shepard.  It came to him, too, in a flash of prescience, that Shepard was just the man whom he would meet there.

 

Sherburne, who had seen the blue uniforms, raised a pistol and fired. Two shots were fired...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.3.2018
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Anthologien
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Klassiker / Moderne Klassiker
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 1-4553-6736-2 / 1455367362
• ISBN-13: 978-1-4553-6736-8 / 9781455367368