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Page) what lay along their front and
capsizing it with a crash sidelong into the ditch. In this manner several miles
were thrown over in the course of two hours. The ties and rails were then
separated, the ties piled up, and the rails laid crosswise upon the pile. Fire
was then applied, and soon the whole track, as far as one could see, became one
mass of seething, crackling, smoking pyramids of fire. Marching down the track
General HASCALL'S Division, under his own personal supervision, continued the
work until there was nothing more left to be done or desired in the way of
destruction. In the afternoon the Twenty-third Corps reached the army in front
Hardly had the contest been
decided at Jonesborough before Hood made preparations to evacuate
immense destruction of property which preceded the evacuation of the city is
illustrated on page 637, especially the destruction of nearly a hundred cars
loaded with fixed ammunition which were set on fire, on the Augusta Railroad,
one mile from the city. The scene is thus described in the correspondence above
" The detonation of the bursting
shells shook the city to its foundations, and filled the air continually for the
space of several hours with fragments and the debris of the general wreck. The
explosions were heard twenty-five miles from the city. Visiting this spot, I saw
the naked trunks and axles of cars for near a half mile in extent, the ground
for a long distance on both sides of the track covered over with the evidences
of the terrible agents which had been at work. A large locomotive had been
thrown off the track at one end by the explosions. Three locomotives are said to
have been captured in running order. Four field-guns were lying near the track
in one place, and four 32-pounders in another place. The latter had but recently
been brought up for siege guns. A considerable number of guns which the rebels
could not take away in their hurried flight from the city were buried, and head
boards with lying epitaphs placed above them to personate graves of old
soldiers. General Sherman states the number of guns captured as 27 ; and 7
Another sketch on
page 629 gives
a view of the rebel prisoners as they appeared returning to Atlanta as prisoners
of war. The party was under the care of the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth
Illinois regiment, in command of Lieutenant-Colonel LANGLEY. Among the prisoners
was Brigadier-General GOVAN and several colonels, and other commissioned
officers, mostly Kentuckians. They filled the road for a mile, and as they
marched back to the city which they had so long defended they appeared to excite
in those living near the city much curiosity and commiseration. These people
came out in troops to see the procession, and not unfrequently offered them
water and refreshments.
On page 637 we give portraits of
Brigadier-Generals CARLIN and MORGAN, who have taken part in the honors and
hardships of SHERMAN'S victorious campaign. Brigadier-General WILLIAM P. CARLIN,
a native of Illinois, entered the military academy at West Point in 1846, and
graduated in 1850 with the rank of Brevet Second Lieutenant. He entered the war
as Colonel of the Thirty-eighth Illinois Volunteers. When JEFF THOMPSON was
advancing into the interior of Missouri in October, 1861, Colonel CARLIN had
command of three regiments, the Twenty-first, Thirty-third, and Thirty-eighth
Illinois. In the battle of Fredericktown, fought October 21, this force was
prominently engaged. General CARLIN commands the First division of JEFF C.
DAVIS'S Corps, and was in the advance in the recent attack on Jonesborough.
General MORGAN commands the Second division of the same Corps, and was also
prominently engaged in the battle of Jonesborough.
THE wife in the cot is lonely
Since the fisher went away,
And the sun-burnt child it has
not smiled This many and many a day,
And the schools of mackerel come
unscared To the rocks of the inner bay.
The boat lies bottom upward
On the edge of the crawling tide,
And the tangled net is green and
wet In the slime and drift beside,
And grass through the alder
hurdle shoots, Where the salted fish was dried.
The autumn brings no bounty
And freight from the misty Banks,
Though the fishers come to their
winter home With a thousand well-filled tanks; And every unladen, luckless craft
Has a golden cause for thanks.
The fisher said one spring-time,
" Good wife, I have set my sail
These twenty years for the
northern meres Of the iceberg, mist, and gale,
And my country has paid the shot,
good wife, Whenever I chanced to fail
" Paid for my sailor knowledge,
And the skill of my ready hand,
And blue on my arm as a sacred
Is the flag that guards the land.
The time has come to pay up the
Though my life it may demand."
And bravely the loyal fisher
Sailed to the southern sea.
Never a hook or a bait he took
For the deathly fishery ;
But the stanchest man at the
in the Northerner was he.
On the bloody deck of the
Last month the fisher lay;
The azure charm pricked on his
Was striped with red that day ;
And the debt of twenty years was
With a life in Mobile Bay.
THE ACROBAT'S REVENGE.
THE sun was setting behind the
hills of Maldon one June evening in the year 1845, when an acrobat with his wife
was seen plodding along the road to-ward the next market-town.
They were weary and sad. The
acrobat himself was a man about thirty, of dark complexion, with raven black
hair curling over his forehead. His eyes were black and piercing, and there was
some-thing in his look which bespoke a nature above that of a mountebank.
His wife was some years younger,
and carried an infant child at her breast. She, too, had the appearance of a
person superior to her lot, and her face was comely to look upon.
Their life was a hard one, but
they bore it well. Nor, as yet, had all the hardships which poverty had brought
into their door sent love, as the pro-verb has it, flying out of the window.
They were now journeying to the
market-town of Maldon, and, as to-morrow would be market-day, Duval thought he
might come in for a portion of the money that would be changing hands. But as it
was very desirable that he and his wife should have supper after their long
day's journey, and a place to sleep in, he was anxious to earn a few pence
either in the town or before reaching it, and presently an opportunity arose by
which, as he thought, he might do so.
Almost opposite to him, at two or
three hundred yards distance, was the lodge and noble gateway of a gentleman's
park. As Duval approached it he heard voices sounding high and mirthful in the
air —the voices of children making merry, with their light young hearts and
their clear ringing laughter.
As he came nearer and looked
through the gate he saw between twenty and thirty children, in holiday attire,
playing upon the lawn before an old and spacious mansion which had belonged to
the Windus family for many generations, and was now in the possession of Sir
William Windus, the tenth baron-et, and it was the birthday of his little
daughter which the children were celebrating.
The acrobat's eyes kindled as he
looked in at the bevy of holiday-makers. Here was a grand chance for him. Surely
it would delight the children to see him flash his golden balls in the air,
whirling them up and up, like the ever-springing stream of a fountain. Surely
all the other wonderful things he could do would be the very thing for them.
Surely the great and wealthy parents would pay handsomely for the amusement of
the little ladies and the little gentlemen. He paused for a moment, then slowly
pushed open the gate, and walked in toward the lawn, followed by his wife.
Had there been any one there
whose permission he could have asked he would have done so. But there was no one
but the children themselves ; and, therefore, addressing one of the oldest, he
asked her if they would like to see some of his feats. The girl smilingly
replied that they would ; and all the little faces, with their great eyes, were
turned upon the actors and the wonderful box which he took from his shoulders
and laid upon the ground.
And now the eyes of wonder opened
as wide as they could go. And so intent was the little audience in watching the
acrobat, and so intent was Duval in catching his brass balls, that none of them
perceived that Sir William Windus was approaching with his game-keeper. He came
forward with rapid strides, and when within a few paces of Duval he called out
to him, in a voice of thunder,
"Vagabond ! how dared you enter
For a moment Duval stood
astounded and dumb at this sudden interruption. He saw before him a gentleman
much taller than himself, in shooting coat and boots, with a felt hat ;
narrow-shouldered fair, with shaven lip and chin, but bushy whiskers of deep
tawny hue ; his eyes of a bluish gray, large and bright; and his bearing that of
an aristocrat, with a strong dash of the bully.
" Come, pack up your trumpery,
and begone!" said the baronet, seeing that Duval stood looking at him. But the
acrobat had recovered his self possession, and now said, with a firm voice :
"'I meant no offense, your Honor;
nor to harm any one or any tiling belonging to you. I saw the children and made
bold to enter, thinking it would please them to see my—"
" Oh, that's a very old story,"
said the baronet. " When thieves and gipsies prowl about gentlemen's parks we
all know that their intentions are perfectly innocent !"
" Do you call vie a thief, Sir ?"
demanded Duval, his dark cheek coloring and his eyes flashing fire.
" Scoundrel !" exclaimed Sir
William, his blood rushing into his face, and making it in a moment red with
rage; "do you think I would chat logic with a strolling vagabond like you ? I
told you to pack up and be off! Do so at once." And as the baronet uttered this
command he raised the hand in which he held his whip, as if about to strike the
Duval looked at him with a savage
glare of his keen dark eyes, and slowly, in a deep voice, trembling with
suppressed rage, said
" You had better not !"
"Duval!" said his wife, gently
pulling him by the sleeve, and in a tone of mingled pathos and humility, " never
mind the gentleman. We shouldn't have come in without his leave. We humbly ask
your pardon, Sir ; come, Duval, let us go."
" Take your wife's advice, my
man," said the game-keeper, " and don't come into gentlemen's parks no more till
such times as you're specially invited. There, now, gather up your toggery and
While Martha and the game-keeper
had been speaking, Duval's eyes remained riveted on Sir William's. The baronet
had dared to threaten him with a blow ; with a blow of that whip with which he
was wont to chastise his dogs. Duval would have died sooner than endure such a
degradation, and he felt half-inclined to spring upon Sir William as it was, and
show him that when it come; to close fighting between man and man wealth and .
rank make no difference in pride of manhood of
strength of limb. Sir William saw
the fierce spirit that was struggling in the acrobat's breast. He felt that he
could not bear the steady gaze he fixed on him, and that his proud and
overbearing nature had met its match. His blood boiled with rage.
" Impudent villain !" he at last
exclaimed, stamping on the ground, "do you dare to beard me, to browbeat me with
your insolent look? Take that!" And lifting his arm he brought down his whip
with a thud upon the acrobat's back that could be heard as far off as the lodge.
Mad with rage, frenzied with
insult, Duval, with a tiger-spring, rushed at the baronet; and dearly would Sir
William have paid for his rash act if the acrobat could only have had one blow
at him, de-livered with the prodigious strength of his muscular arm and broad,
athletic shoulders. But as Duval rushed forward, Leo, one of the noblest hounds
in Sir William's kennel, which had for some time watched the parley between his
master and Duval with grave, sedate face, sprang upon the acrobat and
intercepted his attack. Meanwhile two undergame keepers had arrived. And Lady
Windus from her bedroom casement saw the struggle between the man and the dog,
and wondered what it all could be about.
" Down, Leo, down !" cried Sir
William, and the dog sprang away from the man and sat down by his master's side.
"Now put him out," said the
baronet, as he turned away and walked off toward the hall.
" It's no use making any more
fuss about it," said the good-natured game-keeper, as Duval sprang upon his
feet, his face and hands covered with dust and blood. "You were wrong in the
beginning. Be advised and go your way quietly."
And Duval was advised ; the more
easily because of the appealing look his wife gave him as she gently wiped the
blood from his face. He slung his box once more over his shoulders, and walked
slowly toward the gate ; he passed through it, closed it, and then pausing, he
clenched his hand, and lifting it toward Heaven, cried out, in the agony of his
"My God ! I ask only this favor
of thee--that I may one day be revenged !"
So he and his wife resumed their
Presently a pony-chaise, driven
by a lady, was heard behind them ; when it came close to them the lady drew up ;
asked them, with slight agitation, the way to Natwich ; then asked Martha
whether the infant she carried was a boy or girl; looked at it, kissed it,
dropped a sovereign into Martha's hands, and drove on. It was Lady Windus.
Two years passed, and a beautiful
lady lay re-dined upon a sofa in the large and richly furnished drawing-room of
a country mansion, every thing 1 about which betokened the great wealth of its
proprietor, who sat by the window patting the head of a noble mastiff, which
every now and then looked up at his master, and gave a bark as if to ask what he
could do for him. There was not much that dog or man could do for the wealthy
owner of Windus Park ; for time had lavished on him all her favors—ancient
descent, great wealth, a beautiful wife, and two promising children. Well might
Sir William be a proud man.
Suddenly the luxurious silence of
the room was disturbed by a loud clamor in the hall, in which questions were
heard rapidly put by some one in an agitated voice—" Where is my lady ? Where is
Sir William ?" and the next moment Emily Carter, Miss Joan's maid, rushed into
Sir William and Lady Windus
" What is the matter ?" demanded
" Oh, Sir William ! oh, my lady
!—oh, my dear good lady—"
And then Emily shrieked three or
four times running, and, turning white as death, fell back into a chair in a
" Heavens on earth !" exclaimed
Sir William ; "what is the meaning of all this ? Chambers, do you know ?"
" Only, Sir William," said
Chambers, very slowly, and selecting her words with a precision which showed
that she was resolved neither to under nor over state what she had heard from.
Emily ; " only, Sir William, this much. Emily Carter came to the door, as I were
looking out on the lawn, and with a awful countenance, and every one knows what
Emily's countenance is when Emily's in one of her—"
"Confound it, woman ! come to the
point !" cried Sir William.
" So, Sir, she says to me,"
Chambers suddenly quickening her pace; " `the children,' says she, `the boat,'
says she; `where's Sir William?' says she; 'where's my lady ?' And when I told
her, Sir, where you and my lady was, she rushes in, and as my name's Sarah
Chambers that's all as Emily Car-ter said to me."
Though Chambers's information was
neither copious nor distinct, it conveyed forcibly enough that the children were
in danger, and that the boat had something to do with it.
It is impossible to describe the
ghastly hue which spread over Sir William's face, as the thought flashed across
his mind that his children had been drown-ed. But he had hardly time to realize
the possibility of such a calamity when in stole the curate, with a soft step
and a smiling face.
"There is no imminent danger," he
said, at once. "There is yet half an hour, during which it is quite possible to
save them. But lose not a moment in sending a messenger on horseback to the
nearest fisherman, and bid him bring round his boat directly. If you'll lend me
one of your horses, I'll go myself."
Orders were given for the
immediate saddling of a horse, and meanwhile Sir William learned from Mr. Ling
that Master William had run his boat upon a sunken rock ; that she had filled
and gone down; and that the boy, with his sister, were now upon a point of rock
a quarter of a mile from. the shore, from which they were cut off by the flowing
tide. In half an hour the point on which they stood would be a foot below water,
and unless a boat could he procured by that time, they would be in peril.
In a few seconds more the saddled
horse stood at the door. Mr. Ling mounted it and rode off. By this time,
however, Lady Windus was on her way down to the shore. The moment she heard of
the boat she guessed all the rest.
The truth, however, was that
Emily and Miss Joan had been sent out in the pony phaeton, under the charge of
the page, for a drive ; that William, seeing the equipage, ran his boat inshore
; and that, as Emily declined to venture on account of her tendency to bile, and
her dislike of sharks, he took his sister, of his own lordly will and authority,
under his protection. The boat struck, filled, and went down ; and, by the
greatest good fortune, William, with Joan in his arms, was able to reach the
point of rock on which he now stood.
What were the feelings of Lady
Windus when she reached the shore, and beheld her children on a small spot of
rock, with the sea all round them—smooth almost as glass it is true—but with the
tide flowing, and every minute covering a fresh portion of the rock on which her
babes were standing.
But in vain did her mother's
heart swell within her till it was nigh bursting, as she saw the little dimpled
hands of her Joan stretched out toward her, and her brave boy took off his cap
and waved it cheeringly to her with a manly courage, which he drew from her own
generous blood much more than from his sire's.
But could nothing be done ?
Sir William now appeared on the
road which ran along the shore. He was followed by the old game-keeper ; by
Emily Carter, who had recovered; by Sarah Chambers, who wished to see with her
own eyes what the precise extent of the danger was ; by the housekeeper, the
stable-boy, and a rat-catcher who happened to be passing along the road at the
time, and was drawn to the beach by that love of the terrible which kings,
philosophers, high damsels and low, noble marquises, baronets, and rat-catchers,
share equally among them.
Well, was there no one there who
could swim ?
Unhappily Sir William could not,
nor the game-keeper. Sarah Chambers said, if there was no one who could make the
attempt, she herself would try it ; but, when questioned on her powers as a
swimmer, she replied that she could only float ; and that even that feat she had
never performed out of her depth.
The rat-catcher being applied to
by Emily Car-ter, looked at that young person solemnly for several seconds, and
than quietly closed his eyes, and thus addressed her:
" Young woman, do you see this
here rat in this here cage ?"
"Well?" demanded Emily, with much
"Then, unless some on you can
swim furderer nor me, or unless a boat comes up, or unless somethink else
happens, which I sees no promising sign on, I wouldn't give the life of this
here rat for the life of them two childer."
And the tide was rising. Smooth
as glass—smooth, specious, and smiling as a lying hypocrite it was rising, and
Lady Windus could see that already it was licking the feet of her children.
Look, look, William !" she
exclaimed, at the same time directing her husband's attention to the rock ; "he
lifts her up. The water is at their feet! My God ! can we do nothing ?"
Yes, it was true. The water was
at their feet. William had raised Joan in his arms ; and as he saw his mother
direct the baronet's attention to them, he called out, though she couldn't hear
"All right, mamma; there's plenty
of time yet."
Plenty of time ! The sea was
flowing in. Often as the party on the shore turned their eyes in the direction
in which Mr. Ling had ridden to procure a boat, there was nothing in sight.
Lady Windus had fainted. Sir
William stood the picture of agony, looking at his children. Sarah Chambers,
Emily, and the stable-boy were grouped round the old game-keeper, who assisted
them in shedding a great many tears, but had nothing bet-ter to offer his young
master and Miss Joan, though he avowed, and perhaps truly, that he was ready to
die for then.
The rat-catcher had seated
himself on a stone.
"Are those your children?" asked
a man who stood at Sir William's side, but whose approach had not been noticed.
The baronet did not turn to look
at the speaker. It was some seconds, indeed, before he recognized that any one
had addressed him ; but when he did so, he replied, in a deep whisper of despair
" They are."
The man's gaze was fixed upon the
children. Sir William's was fixed upon him. He thought he re-membered him, and
so he did, for it was the acrobat.
It was Duval!—Duval, who had
prayed for vengeance as the sole favor for which he would trouble Heaven. It was
Duval, at whose door, if he could be said ever to have had one, all the miseries
of life had knocked, and at whose hearth they had seated themselves. For did not
she, whom he had loved more than himself—Martha—did not she lie in her cold
grave, with her baby by her side, in the same pauper's coffin? And now—what was
left to Duval ?—only to wait for death.
Nay, something more—to live for
For no boat made its appearance,
the tide had risen six inches more, and now they saw the boy kneel down in the
water, and look up as if he were praying. And only Duval could save him and his
sister—only Duval. He alone, of all who stood there, could breast the flood to
the rock and back with the girl—to the rock and back again with the boy.
Why not tell Sir William so? Why
not, in-deed? Is not revenge sweet?
And still the tide was rising.
Lady Windus, restored for a moment to consciousness, opened her eyes; but •no
sooner realized her position than she relapsed into insensibility.
" Sir William," said Duval ; " I
see you remember me ! Once I thirsted for revenge upon you ! For two long years
I thirsted for it, and prayed for it. Heaven has sent it to me !"
A bright light shot from his eyes
as he said this, . and then he slowly walked down to within a few