Front Cover
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 A captured Santa Claus
 Kittykin, and the part she played...
 Nancy Pansy
 Jack and Jake

Title: Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war
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Title: Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war
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Publication Date: 1891
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Half Title
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    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents
    List of Illustrations
        List of Illustrations
    A captured Santa Claus
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IN OLE VIRGINIA. 12mo, 1.25
THE SAME. Cameo Edition. With an etch-
ing by W. L. Sheppard. 16mo, 1.25

AMqNG THE CAMPS. Young People's
Stories of the War. Illustrated. Sq. 8vo, .50o
trated. Square 8vo, .50

"BEFO' DE WAR." Echoes of Negro Dia-
lect. By. A. C. Gordon and Thomas
Nelson Page. mo, .oo












Press of J. J. Little & Co.
Astor Place, New York

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My acknowledgments are due to Messrs. Harper & Brothers

and to Mr. A. B. Starey, the Publishers and the Editor of

HARPERS' YOUNG PEOPLE, in which Magazine I had the

pleasure of having these stories, with the accompanying illus-

trations, first appear.
T. N. P.


A Captured Santa Claus . . Page I

Kittykin, and the Part She Played in the War 41

"Nancy Pansy "... ... 65

"Jack and Jake ........ 115


" Halt !" Bang, bang, went the Guns in His very Face Frontispiece
Colonel Stafford opens the Bundle Page I
" What You Children gwine do wid dat little Cat? asked
Mammy, severely 41
"I Want My Kittykin," said Evelyn ... 54
Nancy Pansy clasped Harry closely to Her Bosom 77
She ran up to Him, putting up Her Face to be Kissed 91
He drew Them Plans of the Roads and Hills and big
Woods ....." 12
Jack made a running Noose in the Rope and tried to throw
it over the Horse's Head .... .. 139



HOLLY HILL was the place for Christmas! From Bob
down to brown-eyed Evelyn, with her golden hair
floating all around her, every one hung up a stocking,
and the visit of Santa Claus was the event of the year.
They went to sleep on the night before Christmas-or
rather they went to bed, for sleep was long far from their eyes,
-with little squeakings and gurglings, like so many little white
mice, and if Santa Claus had not always been so very punc-
tual in disappearing up the chimney before daybreak, he must
certainly have been caught; for by the time the chickens.were
crowing in the morning there would be an answering twitter
through the house, and with a patter of little feet and sub-
dued laughter small white-clad figures would steal through
the dim light of dusky rooms and passages, opening doors
with sudden bursts, and shouting "Christmas gift!" into
darkened chambers, at still sleeping elders, then scurrying
away in the gray light to rake open the hickory embers and
revel in the exploration of their crowded stockings.


Such was Christmas morning at Holly Hill in the old
times before the war. Thus it was, that at Christmas 1863,
when there were no new toys to be had for love or money,
there were much disappointment and some murmurs at Holly
Hill. The children had never really felt the war until then,
though their father, Major Stafford, had been off, first with
his company and then with his regiment, since April, 1861.
Now from Mrs. Stafford down to little tot Evelyn, there was
an absence of the merriment which Christmas always brought
with it. Their mother had done all she could to collect such
presents as were within her reach, but the youngsters were
much too sharp not to know that the presents were "just
fixed up "; and when they were all gathered around the fire
in their mother's chamber, Christmas morning, looking over
their presents, their little faces wore an expression of pathetic
I don't think much of this Christmas," announced Ran,
with characteristic gravity, looking down on his presents with
an air of contempt. "A hatchet, a ball of string, and a hare-
trap isn't much."
Mrs. Stafford smiled, but the smile soon died away into
an expression of sadness.
I too have to do without my Christmas gift," she said.
"Your father wrote me that he hoped to spend Christmas
with us, and he has not come."
"Never mind; he may come yet," said Bob encourag-
ingly. (Bob always was encouraging. That'was why he was


"Old Bob.") "An axe was just the thing I wanted, mamma,"
said he, shouldering his new possession proudly.
Mrs. Stafford's face lit up again.
"And a hatchet was what I wanted," admitted Ran;
" now I can make my own hare-traps."
An' I like a broked knife," asserted Charlie stoutly, fall-
ing valiantly into the general movement, whilst Evelyn pushed
her long hair out of her eyes, and hugged her baby, declar-
"I love my dolly, and I love Santa Tlaus, an' I love my
papa," at which her mother took the little midget to her
bosom, doll and all, and hid her face in her tangled curls.

THE holiday was scarcely over when one evening Major
Stafford galloped up to the gate, his black horse Ajax
splashed with mud to his ear-tips.
The Major soon heard all about the little ones' disappoint-
ment at not receiving any new presents.
Santa Tlaus didn' tur this Trismas, but he's tummin'
next Trismas," said Evelyn, looking wisely up at him, that
evening, from the rug where she was vainly trying to make
her doll's head stick on her broken shoulders.
And why did he not come this Christmas, Miss Wis-
dom ?" laughed her father, touching her with the toe of his
"Tause the Yankees would' let him," said she gravely,
holding her doll up and looking at it pensively, her head on
one side.
"And why, then, should he come next year?"
"Tause God's goin' to make him." She turned the
mutilated baby around and examined it gravely, with her shin-
ing head set on the other side.
"There's faith for you," said Mrs. Stafford, as her hus-
band asked, How do you know this?"


"Tause God told me," answered Evelyn, still busy with
her inspection.
He did ? What is Santa Claus going to bring you ?"
The little mite sprang to her feet. He's goin' to bring
me-a-great-big-dolly-with real sure enoughh hair, and
blue eyes that will go to sleep." Her face was aglow, and
she stretched her hands wide apart to give the size.
She has dreamt it," said the Major, in an undertone, to
her mother. There is not such a doll as that in the South-
ern Confederacy," he continued.
The child caught his meaning. "Yes, he is," she insisted,
" 'cause I asked him an' he said he would; and Charlie--"
Just then that youngster himself burst into the room, a
small whirlwind in petticoats. As soon as his cyclonic ten-
dencies could be curbed, his father asked him:
"Well, what did you ask Santa Claus for, young man ?"
For a pair of breeches and a sword," answered the boy,
promptly, striking an attitude.
"Well, upon my word!" laughed his father, eying the
erect little figure and the steady, clear eyes which looked
proudly up at him. I had no idea what a young Achilles
we had here. You shall have them."
The boy nodded gravely. "All right. When I get to
be a man I won't let anybody make my mamma cry." He
advanced a step, with head up, the very picture of spirit.
"Ah! you won't?" said his father, with a gesture to
prevent his wife interrupting.


Nor my little sister," said the young warrior, patron-
izingly, swelling with infantile importance.
"No; he won't let anybody make me ky," chimed in
Evelyn, promptly accepting the proffered protection.
On my word, Ellen, the fellow has some of the old blood
in him," said Major Stafford, much pleased. "Come here,
my young knight." He drew the boy up to him. "I had
rather have heard you say that than have won a brigadier's
wreath. You shall have your breeches and your sword next
Christmas. Were I the king I should give you your spurs.
Remember, never let any one make your mother or sister
Charlie nodded in token of his acceptance of the condi-
"All right," he said.


WHEN Major Stafford galloped away, on his return
to his command, the little group at the lawn gate
shouted many messages after him. The last thing he
heard was Charlie's treble, as he seated himself on the gate-
post, calling to him not to forget to make Santa Claus bring
him a pair of breeches and a sword, and Evelyn's little voice
reminding him of her dolly that can go to sleep."
Many times during the ensuing year, amid the hardships
of the campaign, the privations of the march, and the dangers
of battle, the Major heard those little voices calling to him,
In the autumn he won the three stars of a colonel for gal-
lantry in leading a desperate charge on a town, in a perilous
raid into the heart of the enemy's country, and holding the
place; but none knew, when he dashed into the town at the
head of his regiment under a hail of bullets, that his mind
was full of toyshops and clothing stores, and that when he
was so stoutly holding his position he was guarding a little
boy's suit, a small sword with a gilded scabbard, and a large
doll with flowing ringlets and eyes that could "go to sleep."
Some of his friends during that year had charged the Major
with growing miserly, and rallied him upon hoarding up his


pay and carrying large rolls of Confederate money about his
person; and when, just before the raid, he invested his entire
year's pay in four or five ten-dollar gold pieces, they vowed
he was mad.
The Major, however, always met these charges with a
smile. And as soon as his position was assured in the cap-
tured town he proved his sanity.
The owner of a handsome store on the principal street,
over which was a large sign, Men's and Boys' Clothes,"
peeping out, saw a Confederate major ride up to the door,
which had been hastily fastened when the fight began, and
rap on it with the handle of his sword. There was something
in the rap that was imperative, and fearing violence if he
failed to respond, he hastily opened the door. The officer
entered, and quickly selected a little uniform suit of blue
cloth with brass buttons.
What is the price of this ?"
Ten dollars," stammered the shopkeeper.
To his astonishment the Confederate officer put his hand in
his pocket and laid a ten-dollar gold piece on the counter.
Now show me where there is a toyshop."
There was one only a few doors off, and there the Major
selected a child's sword handsomely ornamented, and the
most beautiful doll, over whose eyes stole the whitest of rose-
leaf eyelids, and which could talk and do other wonderful
things. He astonished this shopkeeper also by laying down
another gold piece. This left him but two or three more of


the proceeds of his year's pay, and these he soon handed over
a counter to a jeweller, who gave him a small package in
All during the remainder of the campaign Colonel Stafford
carried a package carefully sealed, and strapped on behind
his saddle. His care of it and his secrecy about it were
the subjects of many jests among his friends in the brigade,
and when in an engagement his horse was shot, and the Col-
onel, under a hot fire, stopped and calmly unbuckled his bun-
dle, and during the rest of the fight carried it in his hand,
there was a clamor that he should disclose the contents.
Even an offer to sing them a song would not appease them.
The brigade officers were gathered around a camp-fire that
night on the edge of the bloody field. A Federal officer,
Colonel Denby, who had been slightly wounded and captured
in the fight, and who now sat somewhat grim and moody
before the fire, was their guest.
"Now, Stafford, open the bundle and let us into the
secret," they all said. The Colonel, without a word, rose and
brought the parcel up to the fire. Kneeling down, he took
out his knife and carefully ripped open the outer cover.
Many a jest was levelled at him across the blazing logs as he
did so.
One said the Colonel had turned peddler, and was trying
to eke out a living by running the blockade on Lilliputian
principles; another wagered that he had it full of Confeder-
ate bills ; a third, that it was a talisman against bullets, and


so on. Within the outer covering were several others; but
at length the last was reached. As the Colonel ripped care-
fully, the group gathered around and bent breathlessly over
him, the light from the blazing camp-fire shining ruddily on
their eager, weather-tanned faces. When the Colonel put in
his hand and drew out a toy sword, there was a general ex-
clamation, followed by a dead silence; but when he took the
doll from her soft wrapping, and then unrolled and held up
a pair of little trousers not much longer than a man's hand,
and just the size for a five-year-old boy, the men turned away
their faces from the fire, and more than one who had boys of
his own at home, put his hand up to his eyes.
One of them, a bronzed and weather-beaten officer, who
had charged the Colonel with being a miser, stretched him-
self out on the ground, flat on his face, and sobbed aloud as
Colonel Stafford gently told his story of Charlie and Evelyn.
Even the grim face of Colonel Denby looked somewhat
changed in the light of the fire, and he reached over for the
doll and gazed at it steadily for some time.


DURING the whole year the children had been looking
forward to the coming of Christmas. Charlie's out-
bursts of petulance and not rare fits of anger were
invariably checked if any mention was made of his father's
injunction, and at length he became accustomed to curb him-
self by the recollection of the charge he had received. If he
fell and hurt himself in his constant attempt to climb up im-
possible places, he would simply rub himself and say, proudly,
" I don't cry now, I am a knight, and next Christmas I am
going to be a man, 'cause my papa's goin' to tell Santa Claus
to bring me a pair of breeches and a sword." Evelyn could
not help crying when she was hurt, for she was only a little
girl; but she added to her prayer of "God bless and keep my
papa, and bring him safe home," the petition, Please, God,
bless and keep Santa Tlaus, and let him come here Trismas."
Old Bob and Ran too, as well as the younger ones,
looked forward eagerly to Christmas.
But some time before Christmas the steady advance of
the Union armies brought Holly Hill and the Holly Hill
children far within the Federal lines, and shut out all chance
of their being reached by any message or thing from their


father. The only Confederates the children ever saw now
were the prisoners who were being passed back on their way
to prison. The only news they ever received were the
rumors which reached them from Federal sources. Mrs. Staf-
ford's heart was heavy within her, and when, a day or two
before Christmas, she heard Charlie and Evelyn, as they sat
before the fire, gravely talking to each other of the long-
expected presents which their father had promised that Santa
Claus should bring them, she could stand it no longer. She
took Bob and Ran into her room, and there told them that now
it was impossible for their father to come, and that they must
help her entertain "the children" and console them for their
disappointment. The two boys responded heartily, as true
boys always will when thrown on their manliness.
For the next two days Mrs. Stafford and both the boys
were busy. Mrs. Stafford, when Charlie was not present,
gave her time to cutting out and making a little gray uni-
form suit from an old coat which her husband had worn
when he first entered the army; whilst the boys employed
themselves, Bob in making a pretty little sword and scabbard
out of an old piece of gutter, and Ran, who had a wonderful
turn, in carving a doll from a piece of hard seasoned wood.
The day before Christmas they lost a little time in follow-
ing and pitying a small lot of prisoners who passed along
the road by the gate. The boys were always pitying the
prisoners and planning means to rescue them, for they had an
idea that they suffered a terrible fate. Only one certain case


had come to their knowledge. A young man had one day
been carried by the Holly Hill gate on his way to the head-
quarters of the officer in command of that portion of the
lines, General Denby. He was in citizen's clothes and was
charged with being a spy. The next morning Ran, who had
risen early to visit his hare-traps, rushed into his mother's
room white-faced and wide-eyed.
"Oh, mamma!" he gasped, "they have hung him, just
because he had on those clothes!"
Mrs. Stafford, though she was much moved herself,
endeavored to explain to the boy that this was one of the
laws of war; but Ran's mind was not able to comprehend
the principles which imposed so cruel a sentence for what
he deemed so harmless a fault.
This act and some other measures of severity gave Gen-
eral Denby a reputation of much harshness among the few
old residents who yet remained at their homes in the lines,
and the children used to gaze at him furtively a.s he would
ride by, grim and stern, followed by his staff. Yet there
were those who said that General Denby's rigor was simply
the result of a high standard of duty, and that at bottom he
had a soft heart.

THE approach of Christmas was recognized even in the
Federal camps, and many a song and ringing laugh
were heard around the camp-fires, and in the tents
and little cabins used as winter quarters, over the boxes
which were pouring in from home. The troops in the camps
near General Denby's headquarters on Christmas eve had
been larking and frolicking all day like so many children,
preparing for the festivities of the evening, when they pro-
posed to have a Christmas tree and other entertainments;
and the General, as he sat in the front room in the house
used as his headquarters, writing official papers, had more
than once during the afternoon frowned at the noise outside
which had disturbed him. At length, however, late in the
afternoon, he finished his work, and having dismissed his
adjutant, he locked the door, and pushing aside all his
business papers, took from his pocket a little letter and began
to read.
As he read, the stern lines of the grim soldier's face
relaxed, and more than once a smile stole into his eyes and
stirred the corners of his grizzled moustache.
The letter was scrawled in a large childish hand. It
ran :


M DEAREST GRANDPAPA: I want to see you very much. I send
you a Christmas gift. I made it myself. I hope to get a whole lot of dolls
and other presents. I love you. I send you all these kisses .. .
. ...... You must kiss them.
"Your loving little granddaughter,

When he had finished reading the letter the old veteran
gravely lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss on each of the
little spaces so carefully drawn by the childish hand.
When he had done he took out his handkerchief and
blew his nose violently as he walked up and down the room.
He even muttered something about the fire smoking. Then
he sat down once more at his table, and placing the little
letter before him, began to write. As he wrote, the fire
smoked more than ever, and the sounds of revelry outside
reached him in a perfect uproar; but he no longer frowned,
and when the strains of Dixie" came in at the window,
sung in a clear, rich, mellow solo, he sat back in his chair
and listened:
I wish I were in Dixie, away, away;
In Dixie's land I'll take my stand,
To live and die for Dixie land,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie "

sang the beautiful voice, full and sonorous.
When the song ended, there was an outburst of applause,
and shouts apparently demanding some other song, which was
refused, for the noise grew to a tumult. The General rose


and walked to the window. Suddenly the uproar hushed,
for the voice began again, but this time it was a hymn:

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And'glory shone around."

Verse after verse was sung, the men pouring out of their
tents and huts to listen to the music.

"All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Good will henceforth from Heaven to men
Begin and never cease "

sang the singer to the end. When the strain died away
there was dead silence.
The General finished his letter and sealed it. Carefully
folding up the little one which lay before him, he replaced it
in his pocket, and going to the door, summoned the orderly
who was just without.
"Mail that at once," he said.
"Yes, sir."
By the way," as the soldier turned to leave, "who was
that singing out there just now? I mean that last one, who
sang 'Dixie,' and the hymn."
Only a peddler, sir, I believe."
The General's eyes fixed themselves on the soldier.
"Where did he come from ?"


I don't know, sir. Some of the boys had him singing."
Tell Major Dayle to come here immediately," said the
General, frowning.
In a moment the officer summoned entered.
He appeared somewhat embarrassed.
Who was this peddler?" asked the commander, sternly.
I-I don't know-" began the other.
"You don't know Where did he come from ?"
"From Colonel Watchly's camp directly," said he,
relieved to shift a part of the responsibility.
How was he dressed ?"
In citizen's clothes."
What did he have?"
A few toys and trinkets."
"What was his name?"
I did not hear it."
And you let him go !" The General stamped his foot.
"Yes, sir; I don't think-" he began.
No, I know you don't," said the General. He was a
spy. Where has he gone ?"
I-I don't know. He cannot have gone far."
Report yourself under arrest," said the commander,
Walking to the door, he said to the sentinel:
"Call the corporal, and tell him to request Captain
Albert to come here immediately."
In a few hours the party sent out reported that they had


traced the spy to a place just over the creek, where he was
believed to be harbored.
Take a detail and arrest him, or burn the house," or-
dered the General, angrily. It is a perfect nest of treason,"
he said to himself as he walked up and down, as though in
justification of his savage order.
Or wait," he called to the captain, who was just withdraw-
ing. I will go there myself, and take it for my headquarters.
It is a better place than this. I cannot stand this smoke any
longer. That will break up their treasonable work."


ALL that day the tongues of the little ones at Holly Hill
had been chattering unceasingly of the expected visit
of Santa Claus that night. Mrs. Stafford had tried to
explain to Charlie and Evelyn that it would be impossible for
him to bring them their presents this year; but she was met
with the undeniable and unanswerable statement that their
father had promised them. Before going to bed they had
hung their stockings on the mantelpiece right in front of the
chimney, so that Santa Claus would be sure to see them.
The mother had broken down over Evelyn's prayer, not
to forget my papa, and not to forget my dolly," and her tears
fell silently after the little ones were asleep, as she put
the finishing touches to the tiny gray uniform for Charlie.
She was thinking not only of the children's disappointment,
but of the absence of him on whose promise they had so
securely relied. He had been away now for a year, and
she had had no word of him for many weeks. Where
was he? Was he dead or alive? Mrs. Stafford sank on
her knees by the bedside.
0 God, give me faith like this little child !" she prayed
again and again. She was startled by hearing a step on.the
front portico and a knock at the door. Bob, who was work-


ing in front of the hall fire, went to the door. His mother
heard him answer doubtfully some question. She opened
the door and went out. A stranger with a large bundle or
pack stood on the threshold. His hat, which was still on
his head, was pulled down over his eyes, and he wore a
An', leddy, wad ye bay so koind as to shelter a poor
stranger for a night at this blissid toim of pace and good-
will ? he said, in a strong Irish brogue.
"Certainly," said Mrs. Stafford with her eyes fixed on
him. She moved slowly up to him. Then, by an instinct,
quickly lifting her hand, she pushed his hat back from his
eyes. Her husband clasped her in his arms.
My darling! "
When the pack was opened, such a treasure-house of toys
and things was displayed as surely never greeted any other
eyes. The smaller children, including Ran, were not awaked,
at their father's request, though Mrs. Stafford wished to wake
them to see him; but Bob was let into the secrets, except
that he was not permitted to see a small package which
bore his name. Mrs. Stafford and the Colonel were like two
children themselves as they "tipped" about stuffing the long
stockings with candy and toys of all kinds. The beautiful
doll with flaxen hair, all arrayed in silk and lace, was seated,
last of all, securely on top of Evelyn's stocking, with her ward-
robe Just below her, where she would greet her young mistress
when she should first open her eyes, and Charlie's little blue


uniform was pinned beside the gray one his mother had made,
with his sword buckled around the waist.
Bob was at last dismissed to his room, and the Colonel
and Mrs. Stafford settled themselves before the fire, hand in
hand, to talk over all the past. They had hardly started,
when Bob rushed down the stairs and dashed into their
Papa papa the yard's full of Yankees !"
Both the Colonel and Mrs. Stafford sprang to their feet.
"Through the back door!" cried Mrs. Stafford, seizing
her husband.
He cannot get out that way-they are everywhere; I
saw them from my window," gasped Bob, just. as the sound
of trampling without became audible.
Oh! what will you do? Those clothes! If they catch
you in those clothes !" began Mrs. Stafford, and then stopped,
her face growing ashy pale. Bob also turned even whiter
than he had been before. He remembered the young man
who was found in citizen's clothes in the autumn, and knew
his dreadful fate. He burst out crying. "Oh, papa! will
they hang you ?" he sobbed.
I hope not, my son," said the Colonel, gravely. '"Cer-
tainly not, if I can prevent it." A gleam of amusement stole
into his eyes. It's an awkward fix, certainly," he added.
You must conceal yourself," cried Mrs. Stafford, as a
number of footsteps sounded on the porch, and a thundering
knock shook the door. Come here." She pulled him


almost by main force into a closet or entry, and locked the
door, just as the knocking was renewed. As the door was
apparently about to be broken down, she went out into the
hall. Her face was deadly white, and her lips were moving
in prayer.
Who's there ?" she called, tremblingly, trying to gain
Open the door immediately, or it will be broken down,"
replied a stern voice.
She turned the great iron key in the heavy old brass lock,
and a dozen men rushed into the hall. They all waited for
one, a tall elderly man in a general's fatigue uniform, and
with a stern face and a grizzled beard. He addressed her.
Madam, I have come to take possession of this house as
my headquarters."
Mrs. Stafford bowed, unable to speak. She was sensible
of a feeling of relief; there was a gleam of hope. If they did
not know of her husband's presence- But the next word
destroyed it.
We have not interfered with you up to the present time,
but you have been harboring a spy here, and he is here
There is no spy here, and has never been," said Mrs.
Stafford, with dignity; "but if there were, you should not
know it from me." She spoke with much spirit. It is not
the custom of our people to deliver up those who have sought
their protection."


The officer removed his hat. His keen eye was fixed on
her white face. We shall search the premises," he said
sternly, but more respectfully than he had yet spoken.
" Major, have the house thoroughly searched."
The men went striding off, opening doors and looking
through the rooms. The General took a turn up and down
the hall. He walked up to a door.
That is my chamber," said Mrs. Stafford, quickly.
The officer fell back. It must be searched," he said.
My little children are asleep in there," said Mrs. Staf-
ford, her face quite white.
It must be searched," repeated the General. Either
they must do it, or I. You can take your choice."
Mrs. Stafford made a gesture of assent. He opened the
door and stepped across the threshold. There he stopped.
His eye took in the scene. Charlie was lying in the little
trundle-bed in the corner, calm and peaceful, and by his side
was Evelyn, her little face looking like a flower lying in the
tangle of golden hair which fell over her pillow. The noise
disturbed her slightly, for she smiled suddenly, and muttered
something about "Santa Tlaus" and a dolly." The officer's
gaze swept the room, and fell on the overcrowded stockings
hanging from the mantel. He advanced to the fireplace and
examined the doll and trousers closely. With a curious ex-
pression on his face, he turned and walked out of the room,
closing the door softly behind him.
Major," he said to the officer in charge of the searching


party, who descended the steps just then, take the men back
to camp, except the sentinels. There is no spy here." In a
moment Mrs. Stafford came out of her chamber. The old
officer was walking up and down in deep thought. Suddenly
he turned to her: Madam, be so kind as to go and tell Col-
onel Stafford that General Denby desires him to surrender
himself." Mrs. Stafford was struck dumb. She was unable
to move or to articulate. I shall wait for him," said the
General, quietly, throwing himself into an arm-chair, and
looking steadily into the fire.


AS his father concealed himself, Bob had left the cham-
ber. He was in a perfect agony of mind. He knew
that his father could not escape, and if he were found
dressed in citizen's clothes he felt that he could have but one
fate. All sorts of schemes entered his boy's head to save
him. Suddenly he thought of the small group of prisoners
he had seen pass by about dark. He would save him! Put-
ting on his hat, he opened the front door and walked out.
A sentinel accosted him surlily to know where he was going.
Bob invited him in to get warm, and soon had him engaged
in conversation.
What do you do with your prisoners when you catch
them ?" inquired Bob.
Send some on to prison-and hang some."
I mean when you first catch them."
Oh, they stay in camp. We don't treat 'em bad, with-
out they be spies. There's a batch at camp now, got in this
evening-sort o' Christmas gift." The soldier laughed as
he stamped his feet to keep warm.
"Where's your camp ? Bob asked.
About a mile from here, right on the road, or rather
right on the hill at the edge of the pines 'yond the crick."


The boy left his companion, and sauntered in and out
among the other men in the yard. Presently he moved on
to the edge of the lawn beyond them. No one took further
notice of him. In a second he had slipped through the gate,
and was flying across the field. He knew every foot of
ground as well as a hare, for he had been hunting and setting
traps over it since he was as big as little Charlie. He had
to make a detour at the creek to avoid the picket, and the
dense briers were very bad and painful. However, he worked
his way through, though his face was severely scratched.
Into the creek he plunged. "Outch He had stepped
into a hole, and the water was as cold as ice. However, he
was through, and at the top of the hill he could see the glow
of the camp fires lighting up the sky.
He crept cautiously up, and saw the dark forms of the
sentinels pacing backward and forward wrapped in their over-
coats, now lit up by the fire, then growing black against its
blazing embers, then lit up again, and passing away into the
shadow. How could he ever get by them? His heart
began to beat and his teeth to chatter, but he walked boldly
Halt who goes there ?" cried the sentry, bringing his
gun down and advancing on him.
Bob kept on, and the sentinel, finding that it was only a
boy, looked rather sheepish.
"Don't let him capture you, Jim," called one of them;
"Call the Corporal of the Guard," another; Order up the


reserves," a third; and so on. Bob had to undergo some-
thing of an examination.
I know the little Johnny," said one of them.
They made him draw up to the fire, and made quite a fuss
over him. Bob had his wits about him and soon learned that
a batch of prisoners were at a fire a hundred yards further
back. He therefore worked his way over there, although he
was advised to stay where he was and get dry, and had many
offers of a bunk from his new friends, some of whom followed
him over to where the prisoners were.
Most of them were quartered for the night in a hut before
which a guard was stationed. One or two, however, sat
around the camp-fire, chatting with their guards. Among
them was a major in full uniform. Bob singled him out; he
was just about his father's size.
He was instantly the centre of attraction. Again he told
them he was from Holly Hill; again he was recognized by
one of the men.
Run away to join the army?" asked one.
No," said Bob, his eyes flashing at the suggestion.
Lost ?"
Mother whipped you ?"
As soon as their curiosity had somewhat subsided, Bob,
who had hardly been able to contain himself, said to the
Confederate major in a low undertone :


My father, Colonel Stafford, is at home, concealed, and
the Yankees have taken possession of the house."
"Well?" said the major, looking down at him as if
He cannot escape, and he has on citizen's clothes,
and-" Bob's voice choked suddenly as he gazed at the
major's uniform.
"Well ?" The prisoner for a second looked sharply down
at the boy's earnest face. Then he put his hand under his
chin, and lifting it, looked into his eyes. Bob shivered and
a sob escaped him.
The major placed his hand firmly on his knee. Why,
you are wringing wet," he said, aloud. I wonder you are
not frozen to death." He rose and stripped off his coat.
" Here, get into this ;" and before the boy knew it the major
had bundled him into his coat, and rolled up the sleeves so
that Bob could use his hands. The action attracted the
attention of the rest of the group, and several of the Yankees
offered to take the boy and give him dry clothes.
No, sir," laughed the major; this boy is a rebel. Do
you think he will wear one of your Yankee suits ? He's a
little major, and I'm going to give him a major's uniform."
In a minute he had stripped, off his trousers, and was
helping Bob into them, standing himself in his underclothes
in the icy air. The legs were three times too long for the
boy, and the waist came up to his armpits.
"Now go home to your mother," said the major, laughing


at his appearance; "and some of you fellows get me some
clothes or a blanket. I'll wear your Yankee uniform out of
sheer necessity."
Bob trotted around, keeping as far away from the light
of the camp-fires as possible. He soon found himself unob-
served, and reached the shadow of a line of huts, and keeping
well in it, he came to the edge of the camp. He watched his
opportunity, and when the sentry's back was turned slipped
out into the darkness. In an instant he was flying down the
hill. The heavy clothes impeded him, and he stopped only
long enough to snatch them off and roll them into a bundle,
and sped on his way again. He struck the main road, and
was running down the hill as fast as his legs could carry him,
when he suddenly found himself almost on a group of dark
objects who were standing in the road just in front of him.
One of them moved. It was the picket. Bob suddenly
stopped. His heart was in his throat.
"Who goes there ?"' said a stern voice. Bob's heart beat
as if it would spring out of his body.
Come in ; we have you," said the man, advancing.
Bob sprang across the ditch beside the road, and putting
his hand on the top rail of the fence, flung himself over it,
bundle and all, flat on the other side, just as a blaze of light
burst from the picket, and the report of a carbine startled the
silent night. The bullet grazed the boy's arm, and crashed
through the rail. In a second Bob was on his feet. The
picket was almost on him. Seizing his bundle, he dived into


the thicket as a half-dozen shots were sent ringing after him,
the bullets hissing and whistling over his head. Several men
dashed into the woods after him in hot pursuit, and a couple
more galloped up the road to intercept him; but Bob's feet
were winged, and he slipped through briers and brush like a
scared hare. They scratched his face and threw him down,
but he was up again. Now and then a shot crashed behind
him, but he did not care for that; he thought only of being
A few hundred yards up, he plunged into the stream, and
wading across, was soon safe from his pursuers. Breathless,
he climbed the hill, made his way through the woods, and
emerged into the open fields. Across these he sped. like a
deer. He had almost given out. What if they should have
caught his father, and he should be too late! A sob escaped
him at the bare thought, and he broke again into a run,
wiping off with his sleeve the tears that would come. The
wind cut him like a knife, but he did not mind that.
As he neared the house he feared that he might be inter-
cepted again and the clothes taken from him, so he stopped
for a moment, and slipped them on once more, rolling up the
sleeves and legs as well as he could. He crossed the yard
undisturbed. He went around to the same door by which
he had come out, for he thought this his best chance. The
same sentinel was there, walking up and down, blowing his
cold hands. Had his father been arrested? Bob's teeth
chattered, but it was with suppressed excitement.


Pretty cold," said the sentry.
"Ye-es," gasped Bob.
"Your mother's been out here, looking for you, I guess,"
said the soldier, with much friendliness.
I rec-reckon so," panted Bob, moving toward the door.
Did that mean that his father was caught ? He opened the
door, and slipped quietly into the corridor.
General Denby still sat silent before the hall fire. Bob
listened at the chamber door. His mother was weeping; his
father stood calm and resolute before the fire. He had
determined to give himself up.
"If you only did not have on those clothes!" sobbed
Mrs. Stafford. "If I only had not cut up the old uniform
for the children !"
"Mother! mother! I have one!" gasped Bob, bursting
into the room and tearing off the unknown major's uniform.


TEN minutes later Colonel Stafford, with a steady step
and a proud carriage, and with his hand resting on
Bob's shoulder, walked out into the hall. He was
dressed in the uniform of a Confederate major, which fitted
admirably his tall, erect figure.
General Denby, I believe," he said, as the Union officer
rose and faced him. We have met before under somewhat
different circumstances," he said, with a bow, "for I now find
myself your prisoner."
"I have the honor to request your parole," said the
General, with great politeness, and to express the hope that
I may be able in some way to return the courtesy which I
formerly received at your hands." He extended his hand
and Colonel Stafford took it.
"You have my parole," said he.
I was not aware," said the General, with a bow
toward Mrs. Stafford, "until I entered the room where your
children were sleeping, that I had the honor of your hus-
band's acquaintance. I will now take my leave and return to
camp, that I may not by my presence interfere with the joy
of this season."


"I desire to introduce to you my son," said Colonel
Stafford, proudly presenting Bob. He is a hero."
The General bowed as he shook hands with him. Per-
haps he had some suspicion how true a hero he was, for he
rested his hand kindly on the boy's head, but he said
Both Colonel and Mrs. Stafford invited the old soldier
to spend the night there, but he declined. He, however,
accepted an invitation to dine with them next day.
Before leaving, he requested permission to take one more
look at the sleeping children. Over Evelyn he bent silently.
Suddenly stooping, he kissed her little pink cheek, and with
a scarcely audible Good-night," passed out of the room and
left the house.
The next morning, by light, there was great rejoicing.
Charlie and Evelyn were up betimes, and were laughing and
chattering over their presents like two little magpies.
Here's my sword and here's my breeches," cried Charlie,
"two pair; but I'm goin' to put on my gray ones. I ain't
goin' to wear a blue uniform."
Here's my dolly !" screamed Evelyn, in an ecstasy over
her beautiful present. And presently Bob and Ran burst in,
their eyes fairly dancing.
Christmas gift It's a real one-real gold cried Bob,
holding up a small gold watch, whilst Ran was shouting over
a silver one of the same size.
That evening, after dinner, General Denby was sitting by


the fire in the Holly Hill parlor, with Evelyn nestled in his
lap, her dolly clasped close to her bosom, and in the absence
of Colonel Stafford, told Mrs. Stafford the story of the open-
ing of the package by the camp-fire. The tears welled up
into Mrs. Stafford's eyes and ran down her cheeks.
Charlie suddenly entered, in all the majesty of his new
breeches, and sword buckled on hip. He saw his mother's
tears. His little face flushed. In a second his sword was
out, and he struck a hostile attitude.
You sha'n't make my mamma cry he shouted.
"Charlie Charlie!" cried Mrs. Stafford, hastening to
stop him.
My papa said I was not to let any one make you cry,"
insisted the boy, stepping before his mother, and still keeping
his angry eyes on the General.
Oh, Charlie Mrs. Stafford took hold of him. I am
ashamed of you !-to be so rude !"
Let him alone, madam," said the General. It is not
rudeness; it is spirit-the spirit of our race. He has the
soldier's blood, and some day he will be a soldier himself,
and a brave one. I shall count on him for the Union," he
said, with a smile.
Mrs. Stafford shook her head.
A few days later, Colonel Stafford, in accordance with
an understanding, came over to General Denby's camp, and
reported to be sent on to Washington as a prisoner of war.
The General was absent on the lines at the time, but was


expected soon, and the Colonel waited for him at his head-
quarters. There had been many tears shed when his wife
bade him good-by.
About an hour after the Colonel arrived, the General and
his staff were riding back to camp along the road which ran
by the Holly Hill gate Just before they reached it, two
little figures came out of the gate and started down the road.
One was a boy of five, who carried a toy sword, drawn, in
one hand, whilst with the other he led his companion, a little
girl of three, who clasped a large yellow-haired doll to her
The soldiers cantered forward and overtook them.
"Where are you going, my little people?" inquired the
General, gazing down at them affectionately.
I'm goin' to get my papa," said the tiny swordsman
firmly, turning a sturdy and determined little face up to him.
" My mamma's cryin', an' I'm goin' to take my papa home.
I ain' goin' to let the Yankees have him."
The officers all broke into a murmur of mingled admira-
tion and amusement.
"No, we ain' goin' let the Yankees have our papa,"
chimed in Evelyn, pushing her tangled hair out of her eyes,
and keeping fast hold of Charlie's hand for fear of the horses
around her.
The General dismounted.
How are you going to help, my little Semiramis ?" he
asked, stooping over her with smiling eyes.


"I'm goin' to give my dolly if they will give me my
papa," she said, gravely, as if she understood the equality of
the exchange.
Suppose you give a kiss instead?" There was a sec-
ond of hesitation, and then she put up her little face, and
the old General dropped on one knee in the road and lifted
her in his arms, doll and all.
Gentlemen," he said to his staff, you behold the future
defenders of the Union."
The little ones were coaxed home, and that afternoon, as
Colonel Stafford was expecting to leave the camp for Wash-
ington with a lot of prisoners, a despatch was brought in to
General Denby, who read it.
Colonel," he said, addressing him, I think I shall have
to continue your parole a few days longer. I have just
received information that, by a special cartel which I have
arranged, you are to be exchanged for Colonel McDowell as
soon as he can reach the lines at this point from Richmond;
and meantime, as we have but indifferent accommodations
here, I shall have to request you to consider Holly Hill as
your place of confinement. Will you be so kind as to con-
vey my respects to Mrs. Stafford, and to your young hero
Bob, and make good my word to those two little commis-
sioners of exchange, to whom I feel somewhat committed?
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."

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K ITTYKIN played a part in the war which has never
been recorded. Her name does not appear in the
list of any battle; nor is she mentioned in any history
as having saved a life, or as having done anything remark-
able one way or the other. Yet, in fact, she played a most
important part : she prevented a battle which was just going
to begin, and brought about a truce between the skirmish lines
of the Union and the Confederate troops near her home
which lasted several weeks, and probably saved many lives.
There never was a kitten more highly prized than Kitty-
kin, for Evelyn had long wanted a kitten, and the way she
found her was so delightfully unexpected.
It was during the war, when everything was very scarce
down in the South where Evelyn lived. "We don't have
any coffee, or any kittens, or anything," Evelyn said one day
to some soldiers who had come to her home from their camp,
which was a mile or so away. You would have thought


from the way she put them together that kittens, like coffee,
were something to have on the table; but she had heard her
mamma wishing for coffee at breakfast that morning, and she
herself had long been wanting a kitten. Indeed, she used to
ask for one in her prayers.
Evelyn had no fancy for anything that, in her own words,
"was not live." A thing that had life was of more value in
her eyes than all the toys that were ever given her. A
young bird which, too fat to fly, had fallen from the nest, or
abroken-legged chicken, which was too lame to keep up with
its mother, had her tenderest care; a little mouse slipping
along the wainscot or playing on the carpet excited her live-
liest interest; but a kitten, a "real live kittykin," she had
never possessed, though for a long time she had set her
heart on having one. One day, however, she was out walk-
ing with her mammy in the "big road," when she met several
small negro children coming along, and one of them had a
little bit of a white kitten squeezed up in his arm. It looked
very scared, and every now and then it cried Mew,
"Oh, mammy, look at that dear little kittykin!" cried
Evelyn, running up to the children and stroking the little
mite tenderly.
What you children gwine do wid dat little cat ?" asked
mammy, severely.
"We gwine loss it," said the boy who had it, promptly.
Oh, mammy, don't let them do that! Don't let them


hurt it pleaded Evelyn, turning to her mammy. It would
get so hungry."
A sudden thought struck her, and she sprang over toward
the boy, and took the kitten from him, which instantly curled
up in her arms just as close to her as it could get. There
was no resisting her appeal, and a minute later she was run-
ning home far ahead of her mammy, with the kitten hugged
tight in her arms. Her mamma was busy in the sitting-room
when Evelyn came rushing in.
Oh, mamma, see what I have A dear little kittykin !
Can't I have it ? They were just going to throw it away, and
lose it all by itself;" and she began to jump up and down
and rub the kitten against her little pink cheek, till her mother
had to take hold of her to quiet her excitement.
Kittykin (for that was the name she had received) must
have misunderstood the action, and have supposed she was
going to take her from her young mistress, for she suddenly
bunched herself up into a little white ball, and gave such a
spit at Evelyn's mamma that the lady jumped back nearly a
yard, after which Kittykin quietly curled herself up again in
Evelyn's arm. The next thing was to give her some warm
milk, which she drank as if she had not had a mouthful all
day; and then she was put to sleep in a basket of wool, where
Evelyn looked at her a hundred times to see how she was
coming on.
Evelyn never doubted after that that if she prayed for a
thing she would get it; for she had been praying all the time


for a little white kitten," and not only was Kittykin as white
as snow, but she was, to use Evelyn's words, even littler "
than she had expected. There could not, to her mind, be
stronger proof.
As Kittykin grew a little she developed a temper entirely
out of proportion to her size; when she got mad, she got
mad all over. If anything offended her she would suddenly
back up into a corner, her tail would get about twice as large
as usual, and she would spit like a little fury. However, she
never fought her little mistress, and even in her worst mo-
ments she would allow Evelyn to take her and lay her on her
back in the little cradle she had, or carry her by the neck, or
the legs, or almost any way except by the tail. To pull her
tail was a liberty she never would allow even Evelyn to take.
If she was held by the tail her little pink claws flew out as
quick as a wink and as sharp as needles. Evelyn was very
kind to Kittykin, however, and was careful not to provoke
her, for she had been told that getting angry and kicking on
the floor, as she herself sometimes did when mammy wanted
to comb her curly hair, would make an ugly little girl, and of
course it would have the same effect on a kitten.
Fierce, however, as Kittykin was, it soon appeared that
she was the greatest little coward in the world. A worm in
the walk or a little beetle running. across the floor would set
her to jumping as if she had a fit, and the first time she ever
saw a mouse she was far more afraid of it than it was of her.
If it had been a rat, I am sure that she would have died.


One day Evelyn was sitting on the floor in her mother's
chamber sewing a little blue bag, which she said was her
work-bag, when a tiny mouse ran, like a little gray shadow,
across the hearth. Kittykin was at the moment busily en-
gaged in rolling about a ball of yarn almost as white as her-
self, and the first thing Evelyn knew she gave a jump like a
trap-ball, and slid up the side of the bureau like a little shaft
of light, where she stood with all four feet close together, her
small back reached up in an arch, her tail all fuzzed up over
it, and her mouth wide open and spitting like a little demon.
She looked so funny that Evelyn dropped her sewing, and
the mouse, frightened half out of its little wits, took advan-
tage of her consternation to make a rush back to its hole
under the wainscoting, into which it dived like a little duck.
After holding her lofty position for some' time, Kittykin let
her hairs fall and lowered her back, but every now and then
she would raise them again at the bare thought of the awful
animal which had so terrified her. At length she decided
that she might go down; but how was she to do it? Smooth
though the mahogany was, she had, under excitement, gone
up like a streak of lightning; but now when she was cool she
was afraid to junip down. It was so high that it made her
head swim; so, after walking timidly around and peeping
over at the floor, she began to cry for some one to take her
down, just as Evelyn would have done under the same
Evelyn tried to coax her down, but she would not come;


so finally she had to drag a chair up to the bureau and get
up on it to reach her.
Perhaps it was the fright she experienced when she found
herself up so high that caused Kittykin to revenge herself on
the little mouse shortly afterward, or perhaps it was only her
cat instinct developing; but it was only a short time after
this that Kittykin did an act which grieved her little mistress
dreadfully. The little mouse had lived under the wainscot
since long before Kittykin had come, and it and Evelyn were
on very good terms. It would come out and dash along by
the wall to the wardrobe, under which it would disappear, and
after staying there some time it would hurry back. This
Evelyn used to call "paying visits;" and she often wondered
what mice talked about when they got together under the
wardrobe. Or sometimes it would slip out and frisk around
on the floor-" just playing," as Evelyn said. There was a
perfect understanding between them: Evelyn was not to hurt
the mouse nor let mammy set a trap for it, and the mouse was
not to bite Evelyn's clothes-but if it had to cut at all, was
to confine itself to her mamma's. After Kittykin came, how-
ever, the mouse appeared to be much less sociable than for-
merly; and after the occasion when it alarmed Kittykin so, it
did not come out again for a long time. Evelyn used to
wonder if its mamma was keeping it in.
One day, however, Evelyn was sewing, and Kittykin was
lying by, when she suddenly seemed to. get tired of doing
nothing, and began to walk about.


Lie down, Kittykin," said her mistress; but Kittykin did
not appear to hear. She just lowered her head, and peeped
under the bureau, with her eyes set in a curious way. Pres-
ently she stooped very low, and slid along the floor without
making the slightest noise, every now and then stopping per-
fectly still. Evelyn watched her closely, for she had never
seen her act so before. Suddenly, however, Kittykin gave a
spring, and disappeared under the bureau. Evelyn heard a
little squeak, and the next minute Kittykin walked out with
a little mouse in her mouth, over which she was growling like
a little tigress. Evelyn was jumping up to take it away from
her when Kittykin, who had gone out into the middle of the
room, turned it loose herself, and quietly walking away, lay
down as if she were going to sleep. Then Evelyn saw that
she did not mean to hurt it, so she sat and watched the
mouse, which remained quite still for some time.
After a while it moved a little, to see if Kittykin was really
asleep. Kittykin did not stir. Her eyes were fast shut, and
the mouse seemed satisfied; so, after waiting a bit, it made a
little dash toward the bureau. In a single bound Kittykin
was right over it, and had laid her white paw on it. She did
not, however, appear to intend it any injury, but began to
play with it just as Evelyn would have liked to do; and, lying
down, she rolled over and over, holding it up and tossing it
gently, quite as Evelyn sometimes did her, or patting it and
admiring it as if it had been the sweetest little mouse in the
world. The mouse, too, appeared not to mind it the least


bit; and Evelyn was just thinking how nice it was that Kitty-
kin and it had become such friends, and was planning nice
games with them, when there was a faint little squeak, and
she saw Kittykin, who had just been petting the little crea-
ture, suddenly drive her sharp white teeth into its neck.
Evelyn rushed at her.
Oh, you wicked Kittykin! Aren't you ashamed of
yourself ?" she cried, catching her up by the tail and shak-
ing her well, as the best way to punish her.
Just then her mamma entered. Oh, Evelyn, why are
you treating kitty so ?" she asked.
Because she's so mean," said Evelyn, severely. She's
a murderer."
Her mamma tried to explain that killing the mouse was
Kittykin's nature; but Evelyn could not see that this made it
any the less painful, and she was quite cool to Kittykin for
some time.
The little mouse was buried that evening in a matchbox
under a rose-bush in the garden; and Kittykin, in a black rag
which was tied around her as a dress, was compelled, evi-
dently much against her will, to do penance by acting as chief

KITTYKIN was about five months old when there was a
great marching of soldiers backward and forward; the
tents in the field beyond the woods were taken down
and carried away in wagons, and there was an immense stir.
The army was said to be moving." There were rumors
that the enemy was coming, and that there might be a battle
near there. Evelyn was so young that she did not under-
stand any more of it than Kittykin did; but her mother
appeared so troubled that Evelyn knew it was very bad,
and became frightened, though she did not know why. Her
mammy soon gave her such a gloomy account, that Evelyn
readily agreed with her that it was "like torment." As for
Kittykin, if she had been born in a battle, she could not have
been more unconcerned. In a day or two it was known that
the main body of the army was some little way off on a long
ridge, and that the enemy had taken up its position on
another hill not far distant, and Evelyn's home was between
them; but there was no battle. Each army began to
intrench itself; and in a little while there was a long red
bank stretched across the far edge of the great field behind
the house, which Evelyn was told was breastworkss for the


picket line, and she pointed them out to Kittykin, who
blinked and yawned as if she did not care the least bit if
they were.
Next morning a small squadron of cavalry came galloping
by. A body of the enemy had been seen, and they were
going to learn what it meant. In a little while they came
The enemy," they said, "were advancing, and there
would probably be a skirmish right there immediately."
As they rode by, they urged Evelyn's mamma either to
leave the house at once or to go down into the basement,
where they might be safe from the bullets. Then they gal-
loped on across the field to get the rest of their men, who
were in the trenches beyond. Before they reached there a
lot of men appeared on the edge of the wood in front of the
house. No one could tell how many they were; but the sun
gleamed on their arms, and there was evidently a good force.
At first they were on horseback; but there was a Bop !
bop! from the trenches in the field behind the house, and
they rode back, and did not come out any more. Next
morning, however, they too had dug a trench. These,
Evelyn heard some one say, were a picket line. About
eleven o'clock they came out into the field, and they seemed
to have spread themselves out behind a little rise or knoll
in front of the house. Mammy's teeth were just chattering,
and she went to moaning and saying her prayers as hard
as she could, and Evelyn's mamma told her to take Evelyn


down into the basement, and she would bring the baby; so
mammy, who had been following mamma about, seized
Evelyn, and rushed with her down-stairs, where, although
they were quite safe, as the windows were only half above
the ground, she fell on her face on the floor, praying as if
her last hour had come. Bop bop !" went some muskets
up behind the house. Bang! bop! bang!" went some on
the other side.
Evelyn suddenly remembered Kittykin. Where was
she?" The last time she had seen her was a half-hour
before, when she had been lying curled up on the back steps
fast asleep in the sun. Suppose she should be there now,
she would certainly be killed, for the back steps ran right out
into the yard so as to be just the place for Kittykin to be
shot. So thought Evelyn. Bang bang !" went the guns
again-somewhere. Evelyn dragged a chair up to a window
and looked. Her heart almost stopped; for there, out in
the yard, quite clear of the houses, was Kittykin, standing
some way up the trunk of a tall locust-tree, looking curiously
around. Her little white body shone like a small patch of
snow against the dark brown bark. Evelyn sprang down
from the chair, and forgetting everything, rushed through
the entry and out of doors.
Kitty, kitty, kitty !" she called. Kittykin, come here !
You'll be killed! Come here, Kittykin !"
Kittykin, however, was in for a game, and as her little
mistress, with her golden hair flying in the breeze, ran toward


her, she rushed scampering still higher up the tree. Evelyn
could see that there were some men scattered out in the
fields on either side of her, some of them stooping, and some
lying down, and as she ran on toward the tree she heard a
"Bang! bang!" on each side, and she saw little puffs of
white smoke, and something went "Zoo-ee-ee up in the air;
but she did not think about herself, she was so frightened for
"Kitty, kitty! Come down, Kittykin!" she called, run-
ning up to the tree and holding up her arms to her. Kitty-
kin might, perhaps, have liked to come down now, but she
could no longer do so; she was too high up. She looked
down, first over one shoulder, and then over the other, but it
was too high to jump. She could not turn around, and her
head began to swim. She grew so dizzy, she was afraid she
might fall, so she dug her little sharp claws into the bark,
and began to cry.
Evelyn would have run back to tell her mamma (who,
having sent the baby down-stairs to mammy, was still busy
up-stairs trying to hide some things, and so did not know she
was out in the yard); but she was so afraid Kittykin might
be killed that she could not let her get out of her sight.
Indeed, she was so absorbed in Kittykin that she forgot
all about everything else. She even forgot all about the
soldiers. But though she did not notice the soldiers, it
seemed that some of them had observed her. Just as the
leader of the Confederate picket line was about to give an

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order to make a dash for the houses in the yard, to his hor-
ror he saw a little girl in a white dress and with flying hair
suddenly run out into the clear space right between him and
the soldiers on the other side, and stop under a tree just in
the line of their fire. His heart jumped into his mouth as he
sprang to his feet and waved his hands wildly to call atten-
tion to the child. Then shouting to his men to stop firing,
he walked out in front of the line, and came at a rapid stride
down the slope. The others all stood still and almost held
their breaths for fear some one would shoot; but no one did.
Evelyn was so busy trying to coax Kittykin down that she
did not notice anything until she heard some one call out:
For Heaven's sake, run into the house, quick!"
She looked around and saw the gentleman hurrying
toward her. He appeared to be very much excited.
"What on earth are you doing out here ?" he gasped, as
he came running up to her.
He was a young man, with just a little light mustache,
and with a little gold braid on the sleeves of his gray jacket;
and though he seemed very much surprised, he looked very
I want my Kittykin," said Evelyn, answering him, and
looking up the tree, with a little wave of her hand, towards
where Kittykin still clung tightly. Somehow she felt at the
moment that this gentleman could help her better than any
one else.
Kittykin, however, apparently thought differently about


it; for she suddenly stopped mewing; and as if she felt it
unsafe to be so near a stranger, she climbed carefully up
until she reached a limb, in the crotch of which she en-
sconced herself, and peeped curiously over at them with a
look of great satisfaction in her face, as much as to say,
"Now I'm safe. I'd like to see you get me."
The gentleman was stroking Evelyn's hair, and was
looking at her very intently, when a voice called to him
from the other side:
Hello, Johnny! what's the matter?"
Evelyn looked around, and saw another gentleman coming
toward them. He was older than the first one, and had on a
blue coat, while the first had on a gray one. She knew one
was a Confederate and the other was a Yankee, and for a
second she was afraid they might shoot each other, but her
first friend' called out:
Her kitten is up the tree. Come ahead !"
He came on, and looked for a second up at Kittykin, but
he looked at Evelyn really hard, and suddenly stooped down,
and putting his arm around her, drew her up to him. She got
over her fear in a minute.
"Kittykin's up there, and I'm afraid she'll be kilt." She
waved her hand up over her head, where Kittykin was taking
occasion to put a few more limbs between herself and the
"It's rather a dangerous place when the boys are out
hunting, eh, Johnny?" He laughed as he stood up again.


Yes, for as big a fellow as you. You wouldn't stand the
ghost of a show."
"I guess I'd feel small enough up there." And both
men laughed.
By this time the men on both sides began to come up,
with their guns over their arms.
Hello what's up ?" some of them called out.
Her kitten's up," said the first two; and, to make good
their words, Kittykin, not liking so many people below her,
shifted her position again, and went up to a fresh limb, from
which she again peeped over at them. The men all gathered
around Evelyn, and began to talk to her, and both she and
Kittykin were surprised to hear them joking and laughing
together in the friendliest way.
What are you doing out here ?" they asked; and to all
she made the same reply:
I want my Kittykin."
Suddenly her mamma came out. She had just gone
down-stairs, and had learned where Evelyn was. The two
officers went up and spoke to her, but the men still crowded
around Evelyn.
She'll come down," said one. All you have to do is
to let her alone."
"No, she won't. She can't come down. It makes her
head swim," said Evelyn.
That's true," thought Kittykin up in the tree, and to let
them understand it she gave a little Mew."


I don't see how anything can swim when it's as dry as
it is around here," said a fellow in gray.
A man in blue handed him his canteen, which he at once
accepted, and after surprising Evelyn by smelling it-which
she knew was dreadfully bad manners-turned it up to his
lips. She heard the liquid gurgling.
As he handed it back to its owner he said: "Yank, I'm
mighty glad I didn't shoot you. I might have hit that can-
teen." At which there was a laugh, and the canteen went
around until it was empty. Suddenly Kittykin from her high
perch gave a faint Mew," which said, as plainly as words
could say it, that she wanted to get down and could not.
Evelyn's big brown eyes filled with tears. "I want my
Kittykin," she said, her little lip trembling.
Instantly a dozen men unbuckled their belts, laid their
guns on the ground, and pulled off their coats, each one try-
ing to be the first to climb the tree. It was, however, too
large for them to reach far enough around to get a good
hold on it, so climbing it was found to be far more difficult
than it looked to be.
Why don't you cut it down ?" asked some one.
But Evelyn cried out that that would kill Kittykin, so
the man who suggested it was called a fool by the others.
At last it was proposed that one man should stand against
the tree and another should climb up on his shoulders, when
he might get his arms far enough around it to work his way
up. A stout fellow with a gray jacket on planted himself


firmly against the trunk, and one who had taken off a blue
jacket climbed up on his shoulders, and might have got up
very well if he had not remarked that as the Johnnies had
walked over him in the last battle, it was but fair that he
should now walk over a Johnny. This joke tickled the man
under him so that he slipped away and let him down. At
length, however, three or four men got good "holds," and
went slowly up one after the other amid such encouraging
shouts from their friends on the ground below as: Go it,
Yank, the Johnny's almost got you !" "Look out, Johnny,
the Yanks are right behind you etc., whilst Kittykin gazed
down in astonishment from above, and Evelyn looked up
breathless from below. With much pulling and kicking,
four men finally got up to the lowest limb, after which the
climbing was comparatively easy. A new difficulty, how-
ever, presented itself. Kittykin suddenly took alarm, and
retreated still higher up among the branches.
The higher they climbed after that, the higher she climbed,
until she was away up on one of the topmost boughs, which
was far too slender for any one to follow her. There she
turned and looked back with alternate alarm and satisfaction
expressed in her countenance. If the men stirred, she stood
ready to fly; if they kept still, she settled down and mewed
plaintively. Once or twice as they moved she took fright
and looked almost as if about to jump.
Evelyn was breathless with excitement. Don't let her
jump," she called, "she will get kilt !"


The men, too, were anxious to prevent that. They called
to her, held out their hands, and coaxed her in every tone by
which a kitten is supposed to be influenced. But it was all
in vain. No cajoleries, no promises, no threats, were of the
least avail. Kittykin was there safe, out of their reach, and
there she would remain, sixty feet above the ground. Sud-
denly she saw that something was occurring below. She saw
the men all gather around her little mistress, and could hear
her at first refuse to let something be done, and then consent.
She could not make out what it was, though she strained her
ears. She remembered to have heard mammy tell her little
mistress once that "curiosity had killed a cat," and she was
afraid to think too much about it so high up in the tree. Still
when she heard an order given, Go back and get your blank-
ets," and saw a whole lot of the men go running off into the
field on either side, and presently come back with their arms
full of blankets, she could not help wondering what they were
going to do. They at once began to unroll the blankets and
hold them open all around the tree, until a large circle of the
ground was quite hidden.
Ah !" said Kittykin, it's a wicked trap !" and she dug
her little claws deep into the bark, and made up her mind
that nothing should induce her to jump. Presently she heard
the soldiers in the tree under her call to those on the
ground :
Are you ready ? "
And they said, All right !"


"Ah !" said Kittykin, "they cannot get down, either.
Serves them right!"
But suddenly they all waved their arms at her and cried,
Goodness The idea of crying "scat at a kitten when
she is up in a tree !-" scat," which fills a kitten's breast with
terror It was brutal, and then it was all so unexpected. It
came very near making her fall. As it was, it set her heart
to thumping and bumping against her ribs, like a marble in
a box. Ah she thought, "if those brutes below were but
mice, and I had them on the carpet !" So she dug her claws
into the bark, which was quite tender up there, and it was
well she did, for she heard some one call something below
that sounded like Shake !" and before she knew it the man
nearest her reached up, and, seizing the limb on which she
was, screwed up his face, and- Goodness it nearly shook
the teeth out of her mouth and the eyes out of her head.
Shake! shake! shake! it came again, each time nearly
tearing her little claws out of their sockets and scaring her to
death. She saw the ground swim far below her, and felt that
she would be mashed to death. Shake shake shake shake !
She could not hold out much longer, and she spat down at
them. How those brutes below laughed! She formed a
desperate resolve. She would get even with them. "Ah, if
they were but-" Shake sha- With a fierce spit, partly
of rage, partly of fear, Kittykin let go, whirled suddenly, and
flung herself on the upturned face of the man next beneath


her, from him to the man below him, and finally, digging her
little claws deep in his flesh, sprang with a wild leap clear of
the boughs, and shot whizzing out into the air, whilst the two
men, thrown off their guard by the suddenness of the attack,
loosed their hold, and went crashing down into the forks upon
those below.
The first thing Evelyn and the men on the ground knew
was the crash of the falling men and the sight of Kittykin
coming whizzing down, her little claws clutching wildly at
the air. Before they could see what she was, she gave a
bounce like a trap-ball as high as a man's head, and then,
as she touched the ground again, shot like a wild sky-rocket
hissing across the yard, and, with her tail all crooked to
one side and as big as her body, vanished under the house.
Oh, such a shout as there was from the soldiers! Evelyn
heard them yelling as she ran off after Kittykin to see if
she wasn't dead. They fairly howled with delight as the
men in the tree, with scratched faces and torn clothes, came
crawling down. They looked very sheepish as they landed
among their comrades; but the question whether Kittykin
had landed in a blanket or had hit the solid ground fifty
feet out somewhat relieved them. They all agreed that she
had bounced twenty feet.
Why Kittykin was not killed outright was a marvel. One
of her eyes was a little bunged up, the claws on three of her
feet were loosened, and for a week she felt as if she had been
run through a sausage mill; but she never lost any of her


speed. Ever afterward when she saw a soldier she would run
for life, and hide as far back under the house as she could
get, with her eyes shining like two little live coals.
For some time, indeed, she lived in perpetual terror, for
the soldiers of both lines used to come up to the house, as
the friendship they formed that day never was changed, and
though they remained on the two opposite hills for quite a
while, they never fired a shot at each other. They used in-
stead to meet and exchange tobacco and coffee, and laugh
over the way Kittykin routed their joint forces in the tree
the day of the skirmish.
As for Kittykin, she never put on any airs about it. She
did not care for that sort of glory. She never afterward
could tolerate a tree; the earth was good enough for her;
and the highest she ever climbed was up in her little mis-
tress's lap.



. ]N ANCY PANSY" was what Middleburgh called her,
Though the parish register of baptism contained
nothing nearer the name than that of one Anne,
daughter of Baylor Seddon, Esq., and Ellenor his wife.
Whatever the register may have thought about it, Nancy
Pansy" was what Middleburgh called her, and she looked so
much like a cherub, with her great eyes laughing up at you
and her tangles blowing all about her dimpling pink face,
that Dr. Spotswood Hunter, or "the Old Doctor," as he
was known to Middleburgh, used to vow she had gotten out
of Paradise by mistake that Christmas Eve.
Nancy Pansy was the idol of the old doctor, as the old
doctor was the idol of Middleburgh. He had given her a
doll baby on the day she was born, and he always brought
her one on her birthday, though, of course, the first three or
four which he gave her were of rubber, because as long as
she was a little girl she used to chew her doll after a most
cannibal-like fashion, she and Harry's, puppies taking turn


and turn about at chewing in the most impartial and
friendly way. Harry was the old doctor's son. As she grew
a little older, however, the doctor brought her better dolls;
but the puppies got older faster than Nancy Pansy, and kept
on chewing up her dolls, so they did not last very long,
which, perhaps, was why she never had a "real live doll," as
she called it.
Some people said the reason the old doctor was so fond
of Nancy Pansy was because he had been a lover of her
beautiful aunt, whose picture as Charity giving Bread to the
Poor Woman and her Children was in the stained-glass win-
dow in the church, with the Advent angel in the panel below,
to show that she had died at Christmas-tide and was an angel
herself now; some said it was because he had had a little
daughter himself who had died when a wee bit of a girl,
and Nancy Pansy reminded him of her; some said it was
because his youngest born, his boy Harry, with the light
hair, who now commanded a company in the Army of North-
ern Virginia, was so fond of Nancy Pansy's lovely sister
Ellen; some said it was because the old doctor was fond of
all children; but the old doctor said it was 'because Nancy
Pansy was Nancy Pansy," and looked like an angel, and had
more sense than anybody in Middleburgh, except his old
sorrel horse Slouch, who, he always maintained, had sense
enough to have prevented the war if he had been consulted.
Whatever was the cause, Nancy Pansy was the old doc-
tor's boon companion; and wherever the old doctor was,


whether in his old rattling brown buggy, with Slouch jog-
ging sleepily along the dusty roads which Middleburgh
called her "streets," or sitting in the shadiest corner of his
porch, Nancy Pansy was in her waking hours generally be-
side him, her great pansy-colored eyes and her sunny hair
making a bright contrast to the white locks and tanned
cheeks of the old man. His home was just across the fence
from the big house in which Nancy Pansy lived, and there
was a hole where two palings were pulled off, through which
Nancy Pansy used to slip when she went back and forth,
and through which her little black companion, whose name,
according to Nancy Pansy's dictionary, was Marphy," just
could squeeze. Sometimes, indeed, Nancy Pansy used to
fall asleep over at the old doctor's on the warm summer
afternoons, and wake up next morning, curiously enough, to
find herself in a strange room, in a great big bed, with a rail-
ing around the top of the high bedposts, and curtains hang-
ing from it, and with Marphy asleep on a pallet near by.
That child is your shadow, doctor," said Nancy Pansy's
mother one day to him.
No, madam; she is my sunshine," answered the old
man, gravely.
Nancy Pansy's mother smiled, for when the old doctor
said a thing he meant it. All Middleburgh knew that, from
old Slouch, who never would open his eyes for any one else,
and old Mrs. Hippin, who never would admit she was better
to any one else, up to Nancy Pancy herself. Perhaps this

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was the reason why when the war broke out, and all the
other men went into the army, the old doctor, who was too
old and feeble to go himself, but had sent his only son
Harry, was chosen by tacit consent as Middleburgh's general
adviser and guardian. Thus it was he who had to advise
Mrs. Latimer, the druggist's wife, how to keep the little
apothecary's shop at the corner of the Court-house Square
after her husband went into the army; and it was he who
advised Mrs. Seddon to keep the post-office in the little
building at the bottom of her lawn, which had served as her
husband's law office before he went off to the war at the head
of the Middleburgh Artillery. He even gave valuable assist-
ance as well as advice to Mrs. Hippin about curing her
chickens of the gapes; and to Nancy Pansy's great astonish-
ment had several times performed a most remarkable oper-
ation by inserting a hair from old Slouch's mane down the
invalid's little stretched throat.
He used to go around the town nearly every afternoon,
seeing the healthy as well as the sick, and giving advice as
well as physic, both being taken with equal confidence. It
was what he called "reviewing his out-posts," and he used to
explain to Nancy Pansy that that was the way her father and
his Harry did in their camp. Nancy Pansy did not wholly
understand him, but she knew it was something that was just
right; so she nodded gravely, and said, Umh-hmh !"
It was not hard to get a doll the first year of the war, but
before the second year was half over there was not one left


in Middleburgh. The old doctor explained to Nancy Pansy
that they had all gone away to the war. She did not quite
understand what dollies had to do with fighting, but she
knew that war made the dolls disappear. Still she kept on
talking about the new doll she would get on her birthday at
Christmas, and as the old doctor used to talk to her about it,
and discuss the sort of hair it should have, and the kind, of
dress it should wear, she never doubted that she should get it
in her stocking as usual on Christmas morning.

THE old doctor's boots were very bad-those old boots
which Middleburgh knew as well as they knew Nancy
Pansy's eyes or the church steeple. Mrs. Seddon had
taken the trouble to scold him one day in the autumn when
she heard him coughing, and she had sent him a small roll of
money "on account," she wrote him, "of a long bill," to get
a pair of new boots. The old doctor never sent in a bill; he
would as soon have sent a small-pox patient into Nancy
Pansy's play-room. He calmly returned the money, saying he
never transacted business with women who had husbands, and
that he had always dressed to suit himself, at which Mrs.
Seddon laughed; for, like the rest of Middleburgh, she knew
that those old boots never stood back for any weather, how-
ever bad. She arranged, however, to have a little money sent
to him through the post-office from another town without any
name to the letter enclosing it. But the old boots were still
worn, and Nancy Pansy, at her mother's suggestion, learned
to knit, that she might have a pair of yarn socks knit for
the old doctor at Christmas. She intended to have kept this
a secret, and she did keep it from every one but the doctor;
she did not quite tell even him, but she could not help mak-


ing him "guess" about it. Christmas Eve she went over to
the old doctor's, and whilst she made him shut his eyes, hung
up his stocking herself, into which she poked a new pair of
very queer-shaped yarn socks, a little black in some places
from her little hands, for they were just done, and there had
not been time to wash them. She consulted the old doctor
to know if he really-really, "now, really "-thought Santa
Claus would bring her a doll "through the war;" but she
could only get a "perhaps" out of him, for he said he
had not heard from Harry.
It was about ten o'clock that night when the old doctor
came home from his round of visits, and opening his old
secretary, took out a long thin bundle wrapped in paper,
and slipping it into his pocket, went out again into the snow
which was falling. Old Limpid, the doctor's man, had taken
Slouch to the stable, so the old doctor walked, stumbling
around through the dark by the gate, thinking with a sigh
of his boy Harry, who would just have vaulted over the
palings, and who was that night sleeping in the snow some-
where. However, he smiled when he put the bundle into
Nancy Pansy's long stocking, and he smiled again when he
put his old worn boots to the fire and warmed his feet.
But when Nancy Pansy slipped next morning through her
"little doctor's-gate," as she called her hole in the fence, and
burst into his room before he was out of bed, to show him
with dancing eyes what Santa Claus had brought her, and
announced that she had "named her 'Harry,' all herself,"


the old doctor had to wipe his eyes before he could really
see her.
Harry was the first "real doll" Nancy Pansy had ever
had-that was what she said-and Harry soon became as
well known in Middleburgh as Nancy Pansy herself. She
used to accompany Nancy Pansy and the old doctor on their
rounds, and instead of the latter two being called "the
twins," they and Harry were now dubbed the triplets." It
was astonishing what an influence Harry came to have on
Nancy Pansy's life. She carried her everywhere, and the
doll would frequently be seen sitting up in the old doctor's
buggy alone, whilst Slouch dozed in the sun outside of some
patient's door. Of course, so much work as Harry had to do
had the effect of marring her freshness a good deal, and
she met with one or two severe accidents, such as break-
ing her leg, and cracking her neck; but the old doctor
attended her in the gravest way, and performed such success-
ful operations that really she was, except as to looks, almost
as good as new; besides, as Nancy Pansy explained, dolls
had to have measles and "theseases" just like other folks.


IN March, 186-, Middleburgh "fell." That is, it fell into
the hands of the Union army, and remained in their
hands afterwards. It was terrible at first, and Nancy
Pansy stuffed Harry into a box, and hid her away.
It was awfully lonesome, however, and to think of the
way Harry was doubled up and cramped down in that box
under the floor was dreadful. So at last, finding that what-
ever else they did, the soldiers did not trouble her, she took
Harry out. But she never could go about with her as
before, for of course things were different, and although she
got over her fright at the soldiers, as did her sister Ellen and
the rest of Middleburgh, they never were friendly. Indeed,
sometimes they were just the reverse, and at last they got to
such a pitch that the regiment which was there was taken
away, and a new regiment, or, rather, two new companies,
were sent there. These were Companies A and C of the
-tli Regiment of Veterans. They had been originally
known as Volunteers, but now they were known as "Vet-
erans," because they had been in so many battles.
The -th were perhaps the youngest men in that depart-
ment, being mainly young college fellows who had enlisted


all together. Some of the regiments composed of older men
were at first inclined to laugh at the smooth-faced youngsters
who could hardly raise a mustache to a mess; but when
these same rosy-cheeked fellows flung off their knapsacks in
battle after battle, and went rushing ahead under a hail of
bullets and shell, they changed their tune and dubbed them
"The Baby Veterans." Thus, in 186-, the Baby Veterans
went to Middleburgh for a double purpose :-first, that they
might recruit and rest; and, secondly, because for the past
six months Middleburgh had been causing much worry, and
was regarded as a nest of treason and trouble. The regi-
ment which had been there before was a new regiment, not
long since recruited, and had been in a continual quarrel
with Middleburgh, and as Middleburgh consisted mainly of
women and children, and a few old men, there was not much
honor to be got out of rows with them. Middleburgh com-
plained that the soldiers were tyrannical and caused the
trouble; the soldiers insisted that Middleburgh was con-
stantly breaking the regulations, and conducted itself in a
high-handed and rebellious way, and treated them with open
scorn. As an evidence, it was cited that the women in
Middleburgh would not speak to the Union soldiers. And
it was rumored that the girls there were uncommonly pretty.
When the Baby Veterans heard this, they simply laughed,
pulled their budding mustaches, and announced that they
would "keep things straight in Middleburgh."
Tom Adams was first lieutenant of Company C. He


had enlisted as a private, and had been rapidly promoted to
corporal, sergeant, and then lieutenant; and he was in a fair
way to be captain soon, as the captain of his company was
at home badly wounded, and if he should be permanently dis-
abled, Tom was certain of the captaincy. If any man could
bring Middleburgh to terms, Tom Adams was the man, so
his friends declared, and they would like to see any woman
who would refuse to speak to Tom Adams-they really
The Baby Veterans reached Middleburgh in the night,
and took up their quarters on the Court-house Square, va-
cated by the regiment which had just left. When morning
came they took a look at Middleburgh, and determined to
intimidate it on the spot. They drilled, marched and
counter-marched up and down the dusty streets, and around
the old whitewashed court-house, to show that they meant
business, and did not propose to stand any foolishness-
not they.
Nancy Pansy and her sister Ellen had been with Harry
to see old Mrs. Hippin, who was sick, to carry her some
bread and butter, and were returning home about mid-day.
They had not seen the new soldiers, and were hurrying along,
hoping they might not see them, when they suddenly heard
the drums and fifes playing, and turning the corner, they saw
the soldiers between them and their gate, marching up the
road toward them. A tall young officer was at their head;
his coat was buttoned up very tight, and he carried his drawn


sword with the handle in his right hand and the tip in his
left, and carried his head very high. It was Tom Adams.
Nancy Pansy caught tight hold of her sister's hand, and
clasped Harry closely to her bosom. For a second they
stopped; then, as there was no help for it, they started for-
ward across the road, just in front of the soldiers. They
were so close that Nancy Pansy was afraid they would march
over them, and she would have liked to run. She clutched
sister's hand hard; but her sister did not quicken her pace at
all, and the young officer had to give the order, Mark time
-march!" to let them pass. He looked very grand as
he drew himself up, but Nancy Pansy's sister held her hand
firmly, and took not the slightest notice of him. Lifting her
head defiantly in the air, and keeping her dark eyes straight
before her, she passed with Nancy Pansy within two steps
of the young lieutenant and his drawn sword, neither quick-
ening nor slowing her pace a particle. They might have
seemed not to know that a Federal soldier was within a
hundred miles of them but for the way that Nancy Pansy
squeezed Harry, and the scornful air which sat on her sister's
stern little face and erect figure as she drew Nancy Pansy
closer to her, and gathered up her skirts daintily in her small
hand, as though they might be soiled by an accidental
Tom Adams had a mind to give the order Forward !"
and make them run out of the way, but he did not do it, so
he marched back to camp, and told the story to his mess,





walking around the table, holding the table-cloth in his hand,
to show how the little rebel had done. He vowed he would
get even with her.
As the days went on, the Baby Veterans and Middleburgh
came no nearer being acquainted than they were that morn-
ing. The Baby Veterans still drilled, and paraded, and set
pickets all around the town; Middleburgh and Nancy Pansy
still picked up their skirts and passed by with uplifted heads
and defiant eyes. The Baby Veterans shouted on the Court-
house Square, Yankee Doodle" and the Star-spangled
Banner;" Middleburgh sang on its verandas and in its par-
lors, "Dixie" and the Bonnie Blue Flag." Perhaps, some
evenings Middleburgh may have stopped its own singing, and
have stolen out on its balconies to listen to the rich chorus
which came up from the Court-house Grove, but if so, the
Baby Veterans never knew it; or perhaps, the Baby Veterans
some evenings may have strolled along the shadowed streets,
or stretched themselves out on the grass to listen to the
sweet voices which floated down from the embowered veran-
das in the Judge's yard; if so, Middleburgh never guessed it.
Nancy Pansy used to sing sweetly, and she would often
sing whilst her sister played for her.
The strict regulations established by the soldiers pre-
vented any letters from going or coming unopened, and
Middleburgh never would tolerate that. So the only mail
which passed through the office was that which the Baby
Veterans received or sent. As stated, Nancy Pansy's


mother, by the old doctor's advice and for reasons good
to her and her friends, still kept the post-office, under a
sort of surveillance, yet the intercourse with the soldiers
was strictly official; the letters were received or were deliv-
ered by the postmistress in silence, or if the Baby Veterans
asked a question it was generally replied to by a haughty
bow, or an ungracious No."
One mail day Mrs. Seddon was ill, so Nancy Pansy's sis-
ter Ellen had to go to open the mail, and Nancy Pansy went
with her, taking Harry along, "to take care of them."
It happened that Tom Adams and a friend came in to ask
for their letters. Nancy Pansy's sister was standing at the
table arranging the mail, and Nancy Pansy was sitting up on
the table by her, holding the battered but cherished Harry in
her lap. The young officer stiffened up as he saw who was
before him.
Are there any letters for Lieutenant Adams ? he asked,
in a very formal and stately manner.
There was no reply or motion to show that he had been
heard, except that Nancy Pansy's sister began to go over the
letters again from the beginning of the A's. Suddenly Nancy
Pansy, who was watching her, saw one, and exclaiming, Oh !
there's one !" seized it, and slipped down from the table to
give it to its owner, proud to show that she could read writ-
ing. Before she had reached the window, however, her sis-
ter caught her quickly, and taking the letter from her, slowly
advanced and handed it to the young soldier; then turning


quietly away, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her
hand very hard where it had touched the letter, as if it had
been soiled. The young officer strode out of the door with
a red face and an angry step, and that evening the story of
the way the little rebel wiped her hands after touching Tom
Adams's letter was all over camp.

AFTER this it was pretty well understood that the Baby
Veterans and Middleburgh were at war. The regu-
lations were more strictly enforced than ever before,
and for a while it looked as if it was going to be as bad as it
was when the other regiment was there. Old Limpid, the
old doctor's man, was caught one night with some letters on
his person, several of them addressed to "Captain Harry
Hunter, Army of Northern Virginia," etc., and was some-
what severely dealt with, though, perhaps fortunately for him
and his master, the letters, one of which was in a feminine
hand, whilst abusive of the soldiers, did not contain any in-
formation which justified very severe measures, and after a
warning he was set free again.
Nancy Pansy's sister Ellen was enraged next day to re-
ceive again her letter from a corporal's guard, indorsed with
an official stamp, Returned by order," etc. She actually
cried about it.
Nancy Pansy had written a letter to Harry, too-not her
own Harry, but the old doctor's-and hers came back also;
but she did not cry about it, for she had forgotten to tell
Harry that she had a kitten.


Still it was very bad; for after that even the old doctor
was once more subjected to the strict regulations which had
existed before the Baby Veterans came, and he could no
longer drive in and out at will, as he and Nancy Pansy had
been doing since the regiment arrived.
It was not, however, long after this that Nancy Pansy had
quite an adventure. She and Harry had been with the old
doctor, and the old doctor had to go and see some children
with the measles, so, as Harry had never had measles, he
sent her and Nancy Pansy back; but Nancy Pansy had found
an old cigar-box, which was a treasure, and would have made
a splendid cradle for Harry, except that it was so short that
when Harry's legs were put into it, her head and shoulders
stuck up, and when her body was in it, her legs hung out.
Still, if it would not do for a cradle, she had got a piece
of string, and it would do for a carriage. So she was com-
ing home very cheerfully, thinking of the way Harry would
enjoy her ride down the walk.
It was just at this time that Tom Adams, feeling thor-
oughly bored with his surroundings, left camp and sauntered
up the street alone, planning how he could get his company
ordered once more to the front. He could not stand this
life any longer. As he strolled along the walk the sound of
the cheerful voices of girls behind the magnolias and rose
bowers came to him, and a wave of homesickness swept over
him as he thought of his sisters and little nieces away up


Suddenly, as he turned a corner, he saw a small figure
walking slowly along before him; the great straw hat on the
back of her head almost concealed the little body, but her
sunny hair was peeping down below the broad brim, and
Adams knew the child.
She carried under her arm an old cigar-box, out of one
end of which peeped the head and shoulders of an old doll,
the feet of which stuck out of the other end. A string hung
from the box, and trailed behind her on the pathway. She
appeared to be very busy about something, and to be per-
fectly happy, for as she walked along she was singing out of
her content a wordless little song of her heart, "Tra-la-la,
The young officer fell into the same gait with the child,
and instinctively trod softly to keep from disturbing her.
Just then, however, a burly fellow named Griff O'Meara, who
had belonged to one of the companies which preceded them,
and had been transferred to Adams's company, came down a
side street, and turned into the walkway just behind the little
maid. He seemed to be tipsy. The trailing string caught
his eye, and he tipped forward and tried to step on it.
Adams did not take in what the fellow was trying to do until
he attempted it the second time. Then he called to him, but
it was too late; he had stepped on the cord, and jerked the
box, doll and all, from the child's arm. The doll fell, face
down, on a stone and broke to pieces. The man gave a
great laugh, as the little girl turned, with a cry of anguish,


and stooping, began to pick up the fragments, weeping in a
low, pitiful way. In a second Adams sprang forward, and
struck the fellow a blow between the eyes which sent him
staggering off the sidewalk, down in the road, flat on his
back. He rose with an oath, but Adams struck him a
second blow which laid him out again, and the fellow, find-
ing him to be an officer, was glad to slink off. Adams then
turned to the child, whose tears, which had dried for a
moment in her alarm at the fight, now began to flow again
over her doll.
Her pretty head's all broke! Oh-oh-oh! she
sobbed, trying vainly to get the pieces to fit into something
like a face.
The young officer sat down on the ground by her.
" Never mind, sissy," he said, soothingly, "let me see if I can
help you."
She confidingly handed him the fragments, whilst she
tried to stifle her sobs, and wiped her eyes with her little
"Can you do it ?" she asked, dolefully, behind her pina-
I hope so. What's your name?"
Nancy Pansy, and my dolly's named Harry."
Harry !" Tom looked at the doll's dress and the frag-
ments of face, which certainly were not masculine.
"Yes, Harry Hunter. He's my sweetheart," she looked
at him to see that he understood her.


"Ah !"
"And sister's," she nodded, confidently.
Yes, I see. Where is he?"
"He's a captain now. He's gone away-away." She
waved her hand in a wide sweep to give an idea of the great
distance it was. He's in the army."
Come along with me," said Tom; "let's see what we
can do." He gathered up all the broken pieces in his hand-
kerchief, and set out in the direction from which he had
come, Nancy Pansy at his side. She slipped her little hand
confidingly into his.
"You knocked that bad man down for me, didn't you ?"
she said, looking up into his face. Tom had not felt until
then what a hero he had been.
"Yes," he said, quite graciously. The little warm fingers
worked themselves yet further into his palm.
At the corner they turned up the street toward the Court-
house Square, and in a few minutes were in camp. At the
sight of the child with Adams the whole camp turned out
pell-mell, as if the long-roll" had beat.
At first Nancy Pansy was a little shy, there was so much
excitement, and she clung tightly to Tom Adams's hand.
She soon found, however, that they were all friendly.
Tom conducted her to his tent, where she was placed in
a great chair, with a horse-cover over it, as a sort of throne.
The story of O'Meara's act excited so much indignation
that Tom felt it necessary to explain fully the punishment
he had given him.


Nancy Pansy, feeling that she had an interest in the
matter, suddenly took up the narrative.
"Yes, he jus' knocked him down," she said, with the
most charming confidence, to her admiring audience, her
pink cheeks glowing and her great eyes lighting up at the
recital, as she illustrated Tom's act with a most expressive
gesture of her by no means clean little fist.
The soldiers about her burst into a roar of delighted
laughter, and made her tell them again and again how it
was done, each time renewing their applause over the 'cute
way in which she imitated Tom's act. Then they all insisted
on being formally introduced, so Nancy Pansy was stood
upon the table, and the men came by in line, one by one,
and were presented to her. It was a regular levee.
Presently she said she must go home, so she was taken
down; but before she was allowed to leave, she was invited
to go through the camp, each man insisting that she should
visit his tent. She made, therefore, a complete tour, and in
every tent some souvenir was pressed upon her, or she was
begged to take her choice of its contents. Thus, before she
had gone far, she had her arms full of things, and a string
of men were following her bearing the articles she had hon-
ored them by accepting. There were little looking-glasses,
pin-cushions, pairs of scissors, pictures, razors, bits of gold-
lace, cigar-holders, scarf-pins, and many other things.
When she left camp she was quite piled up with things,
whilst Tom Adams, who acted as her escort, marched behind


her with a large basketful besides. She did not have room
to take Harry, so she left her behind, on the assurance of
Tom that she should be mended, and on the engagement of
the entire company to take care of her. The soldiers fol-
lowed her to the edge of the camp, and exacted from her a
promise to come again next day, which she agreed to do if
her mother would let her. And when she was out of sight,
the whole command held a council of war over the fragments
of Harry.
When Adams reached the Judge's gate he made a negro
who was passing take the basket in, thinking it better not to
go himself up to the house. He said good-by, and Nancy
Pansy started up the walk, whilst he waited at the gate.
Suddenly she turned and came back.
Good-by!" she said, standing on tiptoe, and putting up
her little face to be kissed.
The young officer stooped over the gate and kissed her.
"Good-by Come again to-morrow."
"Yes, if mamma will let me." And she tripped away
with her armful of presents.
Tom Adams remained leaning or the gate. He was
thinking of his home far away. Suddenly he was aroused by
hearing the astonished exclamations in the house as Nancy
Pansy entered. He felt sure that they were insisting that
the things should be sent back, and fearing that he might be
seen, he left the spot and went slowly back to camp, where
he found the soldiers still in a state of pleasurable excite-

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