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THE BLUE AND THE GRAY— AFLOAT

Preface

" In The Saddle " is the second of the " Blue and Gray — On Land." In the first volume a New Hampshire family was transplanted to the southern part of one of the Border States just before the breaking out of the Great Rebellion, now happily an event of the somewhat distant past. An attempt is made in that book to describe the condition of the region in the progress of the story ; and the material for it was diligently looked up in the records of those stormy times, in those of official character in the archives of the State in which the events transpired, as well as in "The Record of the Rebellion," Congressional Reports, and the multitude of histories, narratives, biographies, and miscellaneous works on the shelves of public and private libraries. The writer believes his material statements are correct, and that the pictures he has given of the dis-

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orderly condition of tlie State of Kentucky, especially in the southern portion, are not overdrawn. The story of the Lyon family introduces two branches of it, both from the same Northern locality, though, unhappily, not of the same way of thinking on the great question of loyalty to the national government and Secession with the South. Plantation life and manners are presented to some extent, as one of the brothers comes into possession of a large estate and half a hundred slaves by the will of a Kentucky member of the Lyon family. The first volume of the series is devoted to the " bringing out " of the loyal element in the county where the plantation is located, in opposition to the more demonstrative secession or neutral sentiment. A Union meeting in a schoolhouse, disturbed by the "ruffians," as they had come to be called, in which the loyal citizens vigorously defend themselves, and expel the intruders, brings the affairs of the neighborhood to a crisis. The planter is attacked by a mob, and with the assistance of a few of his friends, and by arming a portion of his negroes, successfully encounters the disturbers of the peace. Following these stirring events, two companies of cavalry

PREFACE are enlisted by an authorized officer, carefully drilled, and put in readiness to take the field.

In the present volume this battalion enters upon active service. The same characters are presented in the uniform of cavalrymen, mounted on the fine equine stock of the plantation. Noah Lyon, the head of the family, obtains an actual military title, instead of the merely complimentary one given to him by his friends and neighbors. His two sons, Deck and Artie, appear in the front rank in the operations in which the squadron is engaged, though both of them enter the service as privates. The young men are of the loftiest moral character, actuated by the purest and most devoted patriotism. They are of good physique, in vigorous health, and do not seem to know the meaning of the word fear. If their individual exploits seem to any to be extravagant, they have been more than paralleled on the battlefield in hundreds of instances. Both of them are exceedingly fond of their steeds; and Deck, in the months devoted to drill, makes no insignificant figure as a horse-trainer. His steed, one of the blood stock of his deceased uncle, is so intelligent and so apt a scholar, that he enables his rider to

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achieve some rather wonderful feats in action. He is modest, and, when praised for his deeds, attributes them to " Ceph." This young soldier wins and obtains a promotion which will supply the title for the next volume.

In contrast with the progressive fortunes of the loyal brother and his two sons, the disloyal one, who had become, through the influence of his money rather than his ability, the leader of the "ruffians," is again introduced, with his two boys, who follow in the footsteps of their father till they become disgusted with their lot.

The operations of the loyal battalion of cavalry are confined to the protection of the bridges on the railroads, and to repressing " partisan " onslaughts and outrages upon towns and villages largely inhabited by citizens who are faithful to the national government. But the officers and privates are faithful where loyalty meant vastly more than in the North ; and their zeal and earnestness in the discharge of their duty left a stirring record behind them wherever they went.

William T. Adams.

CHAPTER III. Something about the Lyon Families ..... 39

CHAPTER TV.

The Day's March of the Squadron 52

CHAPTER Y.

The Leadeb of the Scouting-Party 64

CHAPTER VI.

A Yeey Obstinate Peisonee captured .... "76

CHAPTER YII.

Preparing for Active Operations 88

CHAPTER YIII.

The Action by the Railroad Bridge 100

CHAPTER IX.

An Encounter with the Enemy's Scouts . . . 112

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CHAPTER X. PAGE

The Battle BEGuisr at the Ckoss-Eoads .... 124

CHAPTER XI.

A Desperate Chaege oisr Both Sides 137

CHAPTER XII.

The Yotjng Heeo of the Battle 149

CHAPTER XIII.

The Peeplexing Movements of the Enemy . . 161

CHAPTER XIV.

A Long Wait foe the Enemy 173

CHAPTER XY.

The Ameeican Flag on the Beidge 185

CHAPTER XYI.

The Explosion on the Beidge 197

CHAPTER XYII.

The Confusion of the Day explained .... 209

CHAPTER XYIII.

Inteodtjcing Me. Beown Kipps 221

CHAPTER XIX.

The Conspieacy on the Beidge 234

CHAPTER XX.

The Opeeations of the Beidge-buenees , . • 246

CHAPTER XXI.

A New Disposition of the Foeces ' 258

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CHAPTER XXII. PAGE

A Despekate Deed contemplated . . . , . . 270

CHAPTER XXIII.

The Skirmish ois" the Hill Road 282

CHAPTER XXIY.

Captain Dingfield's Steategt 294

CHAPTER XXY.

SuNDEY Flank Movements aeeanged 306

CHAPTER XXYI.

The Enemy's Battle with the Mud . . . . . 318

CHAPTER XXYII.

At the Camp-Fike near the Road 330

CHAPTER XXYIII.

A Mtsteeious Disappearance 342

CHAPTER XXIX.

The Riveelawn Cavalry changes Base .... 354

CHAPTER XXX.

The Magnate of Greeltop's Yisit 366

CHAPTER XXXI.

Life Knox on the Mountain Road 378

CHAPTER XXXII.

The Skirmish in the Great Circle 390

CHAPTER XXXIII.

Captain Stinger the Fire-Eater 402

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CHAPTER XXXIV. page

The RE-ENFOKCEMEisrT FOK Plain Hill 414

CHAPTER XXXV.

SUBEOUNDED AND TOTALLY DEFEATED 426

CHAPTER XXXVI.

Captain Vinegold of the Guerillas 439

ILLUSTRATIONS

"Be You Uns Soldieks, Mass'e?" . . . Frontispiece. Illustbated Title.

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"'Help ! Help!' shouted the Victim" . . . .18

"One of the Texans tumbled feom His Horse" 123

"Sling Caebines ! Charge them!" 207

"Halt where You are, Kipps !" 282

"What are You Uns doing Here?" 317

"The Euffian seemed to be as Powerless as

AN Infant in his Grasp" 383

Chapter I Collecting A Bill By Foece Of Aems

" Help ! Help ! "

This call for assistance came from a small house, poorly constructed by those who had little skill in the art of carpentry. It stood near the Spring Road, in a field of about ten acres of land, under cultivation, though the rank weeds among the useful plants indicated that it had been sorely neglected.

Those familiar with the locality would have recognized it as the abode of one of those small farmers found all over the country, who were struggling to improve their worldly condition on a very insufficient capital. The house was hardly finished, and the want of skill was apparent in its erection from sill to ridgepole.

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Swinburne Pickford was the proprietor of the dwelling and land. He worked for farmers, planters, and mechanics, for any one who would give him employment, in addition to his labor in the cultivation of his land; and with the sum he had been able to save from his wages, he had bought the land, and started the small farm on his own account. He had a wife and two small children ; and, as his time permitted, he had built the house with his own hands alone.

The section of the State of Kentucky in which this little place was located had been sorely disturbed by the conflicts and outrages of the two parties at the beginning of the War of the Rebellion, one struggling to drag the State out of the Union, and the other to prevent its secession. As in the other States of the South, the advocates of disunion were more violent and demonstrative than the loyal people, and after the bombardment of Fort Sumter appeared to be in the ascendant for this reason.

The entire South had been in a state of excitement from the inception of the presidential campaign which resulted in the election of Abraham Lincoln -> and the industries of this region

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suffered in consequence; and it looked as though Pickford's house would never be entirely finished. With the exception of the chimney, placed outside of the building, after the fashion of the South, he had done all the work himself. Titus Lyon, the mason of the village of Barcreek, had done this portion of the labor, and the bill for its erection was still unpaid.

Inside of the house two young men, the older about eighteen and the younger sixteen, both armed with muskets, had dragged the proprietor of the house to the floor. One of them had his foot on the chest of the fallen farmer, and the other was pointing his gun at him. Pickford had evidently endeavored to protect himself from the assault of his two assailants, who had got the better of him, and had only given up the battle when pinned to the floor by the foot of one of them.

" Will you pay the bill I have brought to you? " demanded Sandy Lyon, who was the principal aggressor in the assault. " Dr. Falkirk paid you over fifty dollars to-day, and you have got the money to pay the bill, which has been standing two years."

Swin Pickford made no reply to this statement ;

but just at that moment he heard the clippetty clip of a galloping horse in the road in front of the house. With the foot of one of his assaulters on his chest, and the other with an old gun in his hand at his side, Pickford realized that nothing could be done but submit. Shooting in that locality and at that time was no uncommon occurrence; for there seemed to be no law in the land, and men generally settled their own grievances, or submitted to them.

" Help ! Help ! " shouted the victim of the present outrage, with all the strength of .his lungs, which gave him voice enough to make him heard a quarter of a mile distant.

" Shut up your head ! " savagely yelled Sandy Lyon, as he pressed his foot down with all his might by throwing all his weight upon the breast of the prostrate farmer.

The sound of the horse's feet in the road seemed to give the victim a new hope, and he tried to shout again. But Sandy flew at his throat like a wolf, and choked him into silence.

" Find a couple of ropes or cords, Orly, and we will tie his hands behind him ! " called Sandy to his brother.

" ' Help I Help I " shouted the victim."

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The younger brother hastened to obey the order. Finding nothing of the description required, he rushed into the rear room of the house. The pressure of the assailant's hands upon his throat, and the hope of assistance from outside, stimulated the victim to further resistance, for the gun in the hands of Orly no longer threatened him. With a desperate struggle he threw Sandy over backwards, and sprang to his feet. His persecutor picked himself up, and was about to throw himself upon him again. Pickford, who was nearly exhausted by the struggle and the choking, rushed to the open door ; and as he was about to pass out he encountered a young man in the uniform of a cavalryman, with a sabre dangling at his side, and a carbine slung on his back.

At the moment when the cry for help came from the house, the young man, mounted on a spirited horse, was riding along the Spring Road. He was a stout fellow, not more than eighteen years old, with a pleasant face, though a physiognomist would have observed upon it a look of determination, indicating that he could not be trifled with on a serious occasion. Neither the house nor the man who occupied it would have tempted the soldier to enter it for any other reason than the call that had just come from it.

The cavalryman reined in his steed, and halted him with his head to a post in front of the dwelling. Dismounting in haste, he threw the reins over the hitching-hook and hurried to the front door, just in time to encounter Pickford as he was rushing out. The victim of the outrage was gasping for breath, and presented a really pitiable aspect to the young soldier, to whom he was not a stranger, though they had met as enemies and not as friends.

"What's the trouble?" asked Deck Lyon, the cavalryman, as he encountered the owner of the miniature plantation.

" I have been set upon and nearly killed by your cousins, Sandy and Orly Lyon, and one of them has nearly choked me to death," gasped Pickford.

" By my cousins ! " exclaimed Deck Lyon, astonished at the reply of the victim.

" Yes ; both on 'em," groaned Swin, as he was generally called.

"I supposed you had gone to the county town with the Home Guards," added Deck.

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" No ; I never 'listed, 'cause I have a family to take care on."

"Come in, and let me see what the trouble is," continued Deck, as he pushed Swin in ahead of him.

Sandy had been in the act of throwing himself upon his victim again, when he discovered his cousin in the person of the cavalryman. The sight of him caused the angry young man to fall back ; and Deck entered the room just as Orly appeared at the rear door with a piece of bedcord in his hand.

" Good-morning, Sandy," said Deck, as pleasantly as though nothing had called for his interference. " There seems to be some trouble here."

" Trouble enough," replied Sandy in a sulky tone.

"Swin Pickford calls for help as though you intended to murder him," continued Deck, as he looked from one to the other of the belligerents, and took in Orly with the cord at the same time. " You are all on the same side of the national fight, and you ought to be friends."

"We are not on the same side, for Pickford is a traitor," answered Sandy.

" I'm no traitor ! " protested Swin. " But I should like to ask what you and Orly are, if I'm one. I was willing to join the Home Guards for home service ; but when they started to go inter the Confederate army, I took off my name, for I didn't j'in for no sech work. But Sandy and Orly went off with the company, and then deserted and come home. What's the sense of them callin' me a traitor when I'm not one, and they be."

" If they deserted, they did a sensible thing," said Deck with a smile, as he glanced at his two cousins. " But I am not here to settle any such quarrel as this; for I don't care how much you ruf&ans fight among yourselves."

" The trouble here has nothing to do with politics or the Home Guards," replied Sandy.

" Nothing at all. Deck," added Orly.

" What is it all about, then ? " inquired Deck. "I came in because a cry was heard from the house which made me think a murder was going on here."

" That's jest what was goin' on here ! " exclaimed Pickford.

" Nothing of the sort," protested Sandy. " Not

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a word has been said here about the army or the Home Guards."

"But your father has marched his company farther south, to join General Buckner's army."

" That had nothing to do with our business here. Swin Pickford owes father twenty-seven dollars for building the chimney of this house, and he has owed it for about two years, and it is time the bill was paid."

" That's all so, Deck Lyon ; I don't deny none on't," added Pickford, who had recovered his breath and his temper by this time. "But I hain't had the money to pay the bill. I'm an honest man, and I alius pay my debts when I ken. Times have been hard with me for the last two years. Folks has been all over inter politics, and I couldn't hardly git money enough to pay for the bread and butter of my wife and children ; for there wasn't next to no work at all."

" That's a poor excuse in your case, Swin," added Sandy.

" I went to Cap'n Titus more'n a year ago, and talked to him about that debt," continued Pickford, without heeding the remark of Sandy. " He got heaps of monea?" out of his brother's property, and

I didn't s'pose he needed the money. I offered him five dollars, and told him I'd try to pay him five every month. But he didn't want me to do it that way, and told me I could pay it all to once, when I had the money. Then he wanted me to help him git up the company, and I did ; I hoofed it all over the county for him, sometimes when I might have worked."

" But he has got money now ! " Sandy broke in. " Dr. Falkirk paid him fifty dollars this morning at the grocery ; for I saw him do it, and heard him say how much it was."

"I don't deny that, nuther," said the unfortunate debtor. " But I haven't got three dollars left of that money now. I paid Grunge the grocer nineteen dollars on't ; for he knows I'm an honest man, and trusted me. Then I paid a man that's poorer'n I am for some work he done on my place, seven dollars and a half, and I had to pay my taxes or lose my farm."

" I saw Dr. Falkirk pay him that money, and Orly and I tramped all the way over here ; for we have no horses at home now. He's got the money, and won't pay the bill. Mother wants the money very much," added Sandy.

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"She hasn't got a dollar in the house," Orly put in, perhaps telling more than his brother wished to have revealed.

" Then you came over here to collect the bill at the muzzle of your gun," suggested Deck, who had seen the younger brother pick up his weapon, which had fallen on the floor.

"We meant to make him pay," said Sandy. " I believe he has the money, and I meant to search the house till I found it."

" You would have s'arched till the last gun fires, and you wouldn't found it then," protested the victim, as he took an old wallet from his pocket, which was found to contain about three dollars in silver. " That's all I've got in this world, and none in the next."

" I don't believe he has got any more money, Sandy," said Deck to his cousin, as he stepped up to him, and spoke to him in a low tone.

"I'm willin' to give him two dollars outen the little I got, though he abused me wus'n any man ever did in this world, and sha'n't in the next," interposed Pickford.

" I will take what I can get," replied Sandy, as he took the bill from his pocket.

The debtor paid him two dollars in silver ; and if his mother, as Orly a£&rmed, had not a single dollar in the house, this small sum would be gladly received by her. Deck led the way out of the house, and his two cousins followed, just as Mrs. Pickford and her two small children came into the room. The sight of them was enough to assure the visitors of the poverty of the husband and father.

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Chapter II Revelations Of A Young Guardsman

Dexter Lyon was very much perplexed by the situation of his uncle's family in Barcreek; for he owned his place, which had cost five thousand dollars, unencumbered; and about two years before he had received from the estate of his deceased brother twenty thousand dollars in cash and stocks.

" Of course the story that your mother had not a dollar in the house is a fiction, such as people who collect money, or don't want to pay it out, often tell," said the young cavalryman, as he went to the post where he had secured his horse.

"Fiction? What do you mean by that?" asked Sandy Lyon, the expression on whose face was very sad and discontented.

"You didn't mean that what you said was true ? "

*' What did I say that was not true ? " inquired

Sandy, looking at his cousin as though he was in doubt whether or not to conceal the correct answer to the question.

" Everybody in Barcreek knows that your father has gone to Bowling Green, and you said that your mother had not a dollar in the house," replied Deck, studying the expression on the face of his cousin. " You didn't mean that, did you?"

Sandy looked at his cousin, and each seemed to be considering the meaning of the other's looks. They were own cousins, and their homes were not more than a mile apart; but they had not met for three months. Politics, as the people of this locality generally called the two great questions of the day. Unionism and Secession, had created a great gulf between the two families. Judging from the threadbare and semimiserable condition of the two sons of Captain Titus, times had gone hardly with the family.

" I did not say that mother had not a dollar in the house," said Sandy, after a long silence.

" Orly said so, and you did not contradict him; so it is all the same thing," added Deck.

"I did say so; and I said it because it was

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just as true as Breckinridge's long letter," said Orly earnestly.

" That is not saying much for the truth of it," answered Deck, with a smile on his handsome face; for he had the reputation of being a good-looking fellow, especially since he had donned his uniform.

"Well, it is true as that the sun shines in the sky," added Orly; and there was an expression of disgust on his face.

"But your father has plenty of money," suggested the young soldier.

" No, he hasn't," protested Orly.

"You are talking too fast, Orly," interposed Sandy reproachfully.

" We may as well let the cat out of the bag first as last, for she will scratch her way out very soon," replied Orly. "Mother will be glad enough to see that two dollars when Sandy offers it to her."

Just at that moment the blast of a bugle, or several of them, was heard in the direction of the Cross Roads, the way Deck was going when he was arrested by the cry for help from Pickford's house.

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" What's tliat ? " asked Sandy, as though he was glad to have the subject of the conversation changed, however it may have been with his more impulsive brother.

"It must be my company, or the squadron to which it belongs," replied Deck rather indifferently.

" How many companies have you. Deck ? " asked Orly.

" Only two yet, hardly enough for a battalion."

" Where are they going now ? "

"Probably they are out for drill; and I must fall in as soon as the companies come up," said Deck, as he mounted his horse and straightened himself up in the saddle, as though he wished to present a proper appearance before his cousins.

But the battalion or squadron was still at a considerable distance from him, and the young cavalryman could not help looking at the pinched faces of his cousins ; for though they had ostensibly embraced the cause of Secession, he was full of sympathy for them. They looked as though they had been poorly fed, if not half-starved; and when the time had come for them to have new suits of clothes, they had not ob-

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tained them. But if Captain Titus's family was without money, it could be only a temporary matter, for he could hardly have exhausted his twenty thousand dollars in stocks and cash, thouofh it was well known that he had contributed ^YG thousand dollars for the purchase of arms and ammunition to be used by his company of Home Guards, which had now moved south to join the Confederate army.

" As I said before, your father had plenty of money," continued Deck, though he was not disposed to be over-inquisitive.

" He had at one time," Sandy admitted ; and it was plain from his manner that he was not willing to tell all he knew about his father's financial affairs.

" I don't understand how your mother should be so short of money, Sandy; but it is none of my business, and I won't ask any more questions," added the cavalryman, as he whirled his restive horse about. " I thought you and Orly went with the company to Bowling Green, Sandy."

"We did; but we came back again," replied the elder brother. But there appeared to be something to conceal in regard to their return.

" There wasn't any fun in soldiering without any pay, and without even half enough to eat, with nothing to wear," added the plain-spoken younger brother.

" You needn't tell all you know, Orly," interposed Sandy, with a frown at his brother.

"You needn't snap at me, Sandy ; for I told you before I had had enough of this thing, and I shall never join the company again," returned Orly earnestly. " Do you suppose I can enlist in one of your companies, Deck ? "

"Shut up, Orly! " exclaimed Sandy very sternly. "You don't know what you are talking about."

" I'll bet I know what I'm talking about, and my stomach knows too," retorted Orly.

" Don't make a fool of yourself I You don't mean to turn traitor to your father and the cause, Orly?" pleaded Sandy; but he appeared to be trying to keep up appearances.

" Hang the cause ! " exclaimed Orly, as though he meant all he said. " My father got me into the scrape, and he will get enough of it before he is many months older."

"Use your reason and common-sense," counselled the elder brother.

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" That's what we just haven't been using the last two years, and now I'm going to use my reason and common-sense on my own hook. If you like soldiering without pay or rations, Sandy, you can join the company again as soon as you like ; but when you catch me there, you will find a Kentuckian without any eye-teeth," replied Orly, who was only two years younger than his brother, and was considered the brighter boy of the two ; and his tones and his manner were vigorous enough to indicate that he meant all he said.

" You are acting like a fool to talk like that before your cousin, who is an abolition soldier."

" Before my cousin ! His father and himself have been sensible from the first; and I only wonder that Deck don't quote Scripture to us, and gently remind us that ' the way of transgressors is hard ; ' for he can't help seeing the truth of the proverb in both of us."

" I didn't know that things had become particularly hard with you," said Deck.

" Orly is as wild as a goat, Deck. Don't mind what he says," interposed Sandy.

" Or what Sandy says," interiected the younger of the two.

" Our company has not been mustered in yet, and of course we could not draw pay or rations," added Sandy, who felt called upon to defend his father and the " cause " from the implied censure of his brother. "Father spent all the ready money he had to pay for rations and tents, and some other things the Confederate government will furnish, and will pay him back for all he has expended. That is the reason why my mother is so short of money just now."

" That's all very good as far as it goes ; but I don't believe the Confederate government has got any more money than the Bank of England; and it will be a long day before father gets his money back. We were nearly starved when we left the company."

" But we did not desert, as some folks say we did," added Sandy, who was in favor of putting the best foot forward. " Father sent us home when we spoke of leaving, and he gave us a sort of furlough, in so many words. If he could hear you talk, Orly, he would be ashamed of you."