CHAPTER IV
The brigade was halted in the fringe of a grove.
The men crouched among the trees and pointed their restless guns
out at the fields. They tried to look beyond the smoke.
Out of this haze they could see running men. Some
shouted information and gestured as they hurried.
The men of the new regiment watched and listened
eagerly, while their tongues ran on in gossip of the battle. They
mouthed rumors that had flown like birds out of the unknown.
“They say Perry has been driven in with big
loss.”
“Yes, Carrott went t’ th’ hospital. He said he was
sick. That smart lieutenant is commanding ‘G’ Company. 19 Th’
boys say they won’t be under Carrott no more if they all have t’
desert. They allus knew he was a—”
“Hannises’ batt‘ry is took.”20
“It ain’t either. I saw Hannises’ batt‘ry off on
th’ left not more’n fifteen minutes ago.”
“Well—”
“Th’ general, he ses he is goin’ t’ take th’ hull
cammand of th’ 304th when we go inteh action, an’ then he ses we’ll
do sech fightin’ as never another one reg‘ment done.”21
“They say we’re catchin’ it over on th’ left. They
say th’ enemy driv’ our line inteh a devil of a swamp an’ took
Hannises’ batt‘ry.”
“No sech thing. Hannises’ batt‘ry was ’long here
‘bout a minute ago.”
“That young Hasbrouck, he makes a good off‘cer. He
ain’t afraid ’a nothin’ .”
“I met one of th’ 148th Maine boys an’ he ses his
brigade fit th’ hull rebel army fer four hours over on th’ turnpike
roadl an’
killed about five thousand of ‘em. He ses one more sech fight as
that an’ th’ war ’ll be over.”
“Bill wasn’t scared either. No, sir! It wasn’t
that. Bill ain’t a-gittin’ scared easy. He was jest mad, that’s
what he was. When that feller trod on his hand, he up an’ sed that
he was willin’ t’ give his hand t’ his country, but he be dumbed if
he was goin’ t’ have every dumb bush-whacker in th’ kentry walkin’
‘round on it. Se he went t’ th’ hospital dis regardless of th’
fight. Three fingers was crunched. Th’ dern doctor wanted t’
amputate ’m, an’ Bill, he raised a heluva row, I hear. He’s a funny
feller.”
The din in front swelled to a tremendous chorus.
The youth and his fellows were frozen to silence. They could see a
flag that tossed in the smoke angrily. Near it were the blurred and
agitated forms of troops. There came a turbulent stream of men
across the fields. A battery changing position at a frantic gallop
scattered the stragglers right and left.
A shell screaming like a storm bansheem went
over the huddled heads of the reserves. It landed in the grove, and
exploding redly flung the brown earth. There was a little shower of
pine needles.
Bullets began to whistle among the branches and nip
at the trees. Twigs and leaves came sailing down. It was as if a
thousand axes, wee and invisible, were being wielded. Many of the
men were constantly dodging and ducking their heads.
The lieutenant of the youth’s company was shot in
the hand. He began to swear so wondrously that a nervous laugh went
along the regimental line. The officer’s profanity sounded
conventional. It relieved the tightened senses of the new men. It
was as if he had hit his fingers with a tack hammer at home.
He held the wounded member carefully away from his
side so that the blood would not drip upon his trousers.
The captain of the company, tucking his sword under
his arm, produced a handkerchief and began to bind with it the
lieutenant’s wound. And they disputed as to how the binding should
be done.
The battle flag in the distance jerked about madly.
It seemed to be struggling to free itself from an agony. The
billowing smoke was filled with horizontal flashes.
Men running swiftly emerged from it. They grew in
numbers until it was seen that the whole command was fleeing. The
flag suddenly sank down as if dying. Its motion as it fell was a
gesture of despair.
Wild yells came from behind the walls of smoke. A
sketch in gray and red dissolved into a moblike body of men who
galloped like wild horses.
The veteran regiments on the right and left of the
304th immediately began to jeer. With the passionate song of the
bullets and the banshee shrieks of shells were mingled loud
catcalls and bits of facetious advice concerning places of
safety.
But the new regiment was breathless with horror.
“Gawd! Saunders’s got crushed!” whispered the man at the youth’s
elbow. They shrank back and crouched as if compelled to await a
flood.
The youth shot a swift glance along the blue ranks
of the regiment. The profiles were motionless, carven; and
afterward he remembered that the color sergeant was standing with
his legs apart, as if he expected to be pushed to the ground.
The following throng went whirling around the
flank. Here and there were officers carried along on the stream
like exasperated chips. They were striking about them with their
swords and with their left fists, punching every head they could
reach. They cursed like highway-men.
A mounted officer displayed the furious anger of a
spoiled child. He raged with his head, his arms, and his
legs.
Another, the commander of the brigade, was
galloping about bawling. His hat was gone and his clothes were
awry. He resembled a man who has come from bed to go to a fire. The
hoofs of his horse often threatened the heads of the running men,
but they scampered with singular fortune. In this rush they were
apparently all deaf and blind. They heeded not the largest and
longest of the oaths that were thrown at them from all
directions.
Frequently over this tumult could be heard the grim
jokes of the critical veterans; but the retreating men apparently
were not even conscious of the presence of an audience.
The battle reflection that shone for an instant in
the faces on the mad current made the youth feel that forceful
hands from heaven would not have been able to have held him in
place if he could have got intelligent control of his legs.
There was an appalling imprint upon these faces.
The struggle in the smoke had pictured an exaggeration of itself on
the bleached cheeks and in the eyes wild with one desire.
The sight of this stampede exerted a floodlike
force that seemed able to drag sticks and stones and men from the
ground. They of the reserves had to hold on. They grew pale and
firm, and red and quaking.
The youth achieved one little thought in the midst
of this chaos. The composite monster which had caused the other
troops to flee had not then appeared. He resolved to get a view of
it, and then, he thought he might very likely run better than the
best of them.