sally dows-第2章

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'em　up　all　along　the　line。　　It's　all　over　now。　　In　point　of　fact；　I
reckon　you've　fired　the　last　round　in　this　particular　fratricidal
engagement。〃

The　last　round！　　Courtland　remained　silent；　looking　abstractedly　at
the　man　it　had　crushed　and　broken　at　his　feet。

〃And　I　shouldn't　wonder　if　you　got　your　gold…leaf　for　to…day's
work。　　But　who's　your　sunny　Southern　friend　here？〃　he　added；
following　his　companion's　eyes。

Courtland　repeated　his　story　a　little　more　seriously；　which；
however；　failed　to　subdue　the　young　aide's　levity。　　〃So　he
concluded　to　stop　over；〃　he　interrupted　cheerfully。　　〃But；〃　looking
at　the　letter　and　photograph；　〃I　saylook　here！　　'Sally　Dows？'
Why；　there　was　another　man　picked　up　yesterday　with　a　letter　to　the
same　girl！　　Doc　Murphy　has　it。　　And；　by　Jove！　the　same　picture
too！eh？　　I　say；　Sally　must　have　gathered　in　the　boys；　and　raked
down　the　whole　pile！　　Look　here；　Courty！　you　might　get　Doc　Murphy's
letter　and　hunt　her　up　when　this　cruel　war　is　over。　　Say　you're
'fulfilling　a　sacred　trust！'　　See？　　Good　idea；　old　man！　　Ta…ta！〃
and　he　trotted　quickly　after　his　superior。

Courtland　remained　with　the　letter　and　photograph　in　his　hand；
gazing　abstractedly　after　him。　　The　smoke　had　rolled　quite　away
from　the　fields　on　the　left；　but　still　hung　heavily　down　the　south
on　the　heels　of　the　flying　cavalry。　　A　long　bugle　call　swelled　up
musically　from　below。　　The　freed　sun　caught　the　white　flags　of　two
field　hospitals　in　the　woods　and　glanced　tranquilly　on　the　broad；
cypress…fringed；　lazy…flowing；　and　cruel　but　beautiful　Southern
river；　which　had　all　unseen　crept　so　smilingly　that　morning　through
the　very　heart　of　the　battle。


CHAPTER　I。


The　two　o'clock　express　from　Redlands　to　Forestville；　Georgia；　had
been　proceeding　with　the　languid　placidity　of　the　river　whose　banks
it　skirted　for　more　than　two　hours。　　But；　unlike　the　river；　it　had
stopped　frequently；　sometimes　at　recognized　stations　and　villages；
sometimes　at　the　apparition　of　straw…hatted　and　linen…coated
natives　in　the　solitude　of　pine　woods；　where；　after　a　decent
interval　of　cheery　conversation　with　the　conductor　and　engineer；　it
either　took　the　stranger　on　board；　or　relieved　him　of　his　parcel；
letter；　basket；　or　even　the　verbal　message　with　which　he　was
charged。　　Much　of　the　way　lay　through　pine…barren　and　swampy　woods
which　had　never　been　cleared　or　cultivated；　much　through　decayed
settlements　and　ruined　villages　that　had　remained　unchanged　since
the　War　of　the　Rebellion；　now　three　years　past。　　There　were
vestiges　of　the　severity　of　a　former　military　occupation；　the
blackened　timbers　of　railway　bridges　still　unrepaired；　and　along
the　line　of　a　certain　memorable　march；　sections　of　iron　rails　taken
from　the　torn…up　track；　roasted　in　bonfires　and　bent　while　red…hot
around　the　trunks　of　trees；　were　still　to　be　seen。　　These　mementos
of　defeat　seemed　to　excite　neither　revenge　nor　the　energy　to　remove
them；　the　dull　apathy　which　had　succeeded　the　days　of　hysterical
passion　and　convulsion　still　lingered；　even　the　slow　improvement
that　could　be　detected　was　marked　by　the　languor　of　convalescence。
The　helplessness　of　a　race；　hitherto　dependent　upon　certain
barbaric　conditions　or　political　place　and　power；　unskilled　in
invention；　and　suddenly　confronted　with　the　necessity　of　personal
labor；　was　visible　everywhere。　　Eyes　that　but　three　short　years
before　had　turned　vindictively　to　the　North；　now　gazed　wistfully　to
that　quarter　for　help　and　direction。　　They　scanned　eagerly　the
faces　of　their　energetic　and　prosperous　neighborsand　quondam
foesupon　the　verandas　of　Southern　hotels　and　the　decks　of
Southern　steamboats；　and　were　even　now　watching　from　a　group　in　the
woods　the　windows　of　the　halted　train；　where　the　faces　appeared　of
two　men　of　manifestly　different　types；　but　still　alien　to　the
country　in　dress；　features；　and　accent。

Two　negroes　were　slowly　loading　the　engine　tender　from　a　woodpile。
The　rich　brown　smoke　of　the　turpentine　knots　was　filling　the　train
with　its　stinging　fragrance。　　The　elder　of　the　two　Northern
passengers；　with　sharp　New　England　angles　in　his　face；　impatiently
glanced　at　his　watch。

〃Of　all　created　shiftlessness；　this　beats　everything！　　Why　couldn't
we　have　taken　in　enough　wood　to　last　the　ten　miles　farther　to　the
terminus　when　we　last　stopped？　　And　why　in　thunder；　with　all　this
firing　up；　can't　we　go　faster？〃

The　younger　passenger；　whose　quiet；　well…bred　face　seemed　to
indicate　more　discipline　of　character；　smiled。

〃If　you　really　wish　to　know　and　as　we've　only　ten　miles　farther　to
goI'll　show　you　WHY。　　Come　with　me。〃

He　led　the　way　through　the　car　to　the　platform　and　leaped　down。
Then　he　pointed　significantly　to　the　rails　below　them。　　His
companion　started。　　The　metal　was　scaling　off　in　thin　strips　from
the　rails；　and　in　some　places　its　thickness　had　been　reduced　a
quarter　of　an　inch；　while　in　others　the　projecting　edges　were　torn
off；　or　hanging　in　iron　shreds；　so　that　the　wheels　actually　ran　on
the　narrow　central　strip。　　It　seemed　marvelous　that　the　train　could
keep　the　track。

〃NOW　you　know　why　we　don't　go　more　than　five　miles　an　hour；　and
are　thankful　that　we　don't；〃　said　the　young　traveler　quietly。

〃But　this　is　disgraceful！criminal！〃　ejaculated　the　other
nervously。

〃Not　at　their　rate　of　speed；〃　returned　the　younger　man。　　〃The　crime
would　be　in　going　faster。　　And　now　you　can　understand　why　a　good
deal　of　the　other　progress　in　this　State　is　obliged　to　go　as　slowly
over　their　equally　decaying　and　rotten　foundations。　　You　can't　rush
things　here　as　we　do　in　the　North。〃

The　other　passenger　shrugged　his　shoulders　as　they　remounted　the
platform；　and　the　train　moved　on。　　It　was　not　the　first　time　that
the　two　fellow…travelers　had　differed；　although　their　mission　was　a
common　one。　　The　elder；　Mr。　Cyrus　Drummond；　was　the　vice…president
of　a　large　Northern　land　and　mill　company；　which　had　bought
extensive　tracts　of　land　in　Georgia；　and　the　younger；　Colonel
Courtland；　was　the　consulting　surveyor　and　engineer　for　the
company。　　Drummond's　opinions　were　a　good　deal　affected　by
sectional　prejudice；　and　a　self…satisfied　and　righteous　ignorance
of　the　actual　conditions　and　limitations　of　the　people　with　whom　he
was　to　deal；　while　the　younger　man；　who　had　served　through　the　war
with　distinction；　retained　a　soldier's　respect　and　esteem　for　his
late　antagonists；　with　a　conscientious　and　thoughtful　observation
of　their　character。　　Although　he　had　resigned　from　the　army；　the
fact　that　he　had　previously　graduated　at　West　Point　with　high
honors　had　given　him　preferment　in　this　technical　appointment；　and
his　knowledge　of　the　country　and　its　people　made　him　a　valuable
counselor。　　And　it　was　a　fact　that　the　country　people　had　preferred
this　soldier　with　whom　they　had　once　personally　grappled　to　the
capitalist　they　had　never　known　during　the　struggle。

The　train　rolled　slowly　through　the　woods；　so　slowly　that　the
fragrant　pine　smoke　from　the　engine　still　hung　round　the　windows　of
the　cars。　　Gradually　the　〃clearings〃　became　larger；　they　saw　the
distant　white　wooden　colonnades　of　some　planter's　house；　looking
still　opulent　and　pretentious；　although　the　fence　of　its　inclosure
had　broken　gaps；　and　the　gate　sagged　on　its　single　hinge。

Mr。　Drummond　sniffed　at　this　damning　record　of　neglect　and
indifference。　　〃Even　if　they　were　ruined；　they　might　still　have
spent　a　few　cents　for　nails　and　slats　to　enable　them　to　look　decent
before　folks；　and　not　parade　their　poverty　before　their　neighbors；〃
he　said。

〃But　that's　just　where　you　misunderstand　them；　Drummond；〃　said
Courtland；　smiling。　　〃They　have　no　reason　to　keep　up　an　attitude
towards　their　neighbors；　who　still　know　them　as　'Squire'　so…and…so；
'Colonel'　this　and　that；　and　the　'Judge；'owners　of　their　vast　but
crippled　estates。　　They　are　not　ashamed　of　being　poor；　which　is　an
accident。〃

〃But　they　are　of　working；　which　is　DELIBERATION；〃　interrupted
Drummond。　　〃They　are　ashamed　to　mend　their　fences　themselves；　now
that　they　have　no　slaves　to　do　it　for　them。〃

〃I　doubt　very　much　if　some　of　them　know　how　to　drive　a　nail；　for
the　matter　of　that；〃　said　Courtland；　still　good…humoredl