The Guns of Shiloh eBook

Joseph Alexander Altsheler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 322 pages of information about The Guns of Shiloh.

The Guns of Shiloh eBook

Joseph Alexander Altsheler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 322 pages of information about The Guns of Shiloh.

Sam Jarvis and his nephew Ike breathed deep sighs of relief.

“I’m mighty glad to hear it,” said Jarvis, “I shorely liked that boy, Harry, an’ I think I’ll like you about as well.  It don’t matter to me that you’re on different sides, bein’ as I ain’t on any side at all myself, nor is this lunkhead, Ike, my nephew.”

“How on earth did you know me?”

“‘Light, an’ come into the house an’ I’ll tell you.  You an’ your pardners look cold an’ hungry.  There ain’t danger of anybody taking your hosses, ’cause you can hitch ’em right at the front door.  Besides, I’ve got an old grandmother in the house, who’d like mighty well to see you, Mr. Mason.”

Dick concluded that it was useless to ask any more questions just yet, and he, Warner and the sergeant, dismounting and leading their horses, walked toward the house with Jarvis and Ike.  Jarvis, who seemed singularly cheerful, lifted up his voice and sang: 

  Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie,
  Like a flower, thy spirit did depart,
  Thou art gone, alas! like the many
  That have bloomed in the summer of my heart. 
  Shall we never more behold thee? 
  Never hear thy winning voice again? 
  When the spring time comes, gentle Annie? 
  When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

It seemed to Dick that the man sang spontaneously, and the deep, mellow voice always came back in faint and dying echoes that moved him in a singular manner.  All at once the war with its passions and carnage floated away.  Here was a little valley fenced in from the battle-world in which he had been living.  He breathed deeply and as the eyes of Jarvis caught his a sympathetic glance passed between them.

“Yes,” said Jarvis, as if he understood completely, “the war goes around us.  There is nothing to fight about here.  But come into the house.  This is my sister, the mother of that lunkhead, Ike, and here is my grandmother.”

He paused before the bent figure of an old, old woman, sitting in a rocking chair beside the chimney, beside which a fire glowed and blazed.  Her chin rested on one hand, and she was staring into the coals.

“Grandmother,” said Jarvis very gently, “the great-grandson of the great Henry Ware that you used to know was here last spring, and now the great-grandson of his friend, Paul Cotter, has come, too.”

The withered form straightened and she stood up.  Fire came into the old, old eyes that regarded Dick so intently.

“Aye,” she said, “you speak the truth, grandson.  It is Paul Cotter’s own face.  A gentle man he was, but brave, and the greatest scholar.  I should have known that when Henry Ware’s great-grandson came Paul Cotter’s, too, would come soon.  I am proud for this house to have sheltered you both.”

She put both her hands on his shoulders, and stood up very straight, her face close to his.  She was a tall woman, above the average height of man, and her eyes were on a level with Dick’s.

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