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Kincaid’s Battery
Chapter 68. By The Dawn's Early Light
George Washington Cable
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       _ CHAPTER LXVIII. BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT
       Luck loves to go in mask. It turned out quite as well, after all, that for two days, by kind conspiracy of Constance and Miranda, the boat trip was delayed. In that time no fleet came.
       Here at the head of her lovely bay tremblingly waited Mobile, never before so empty of men, so full of women and children. Southward, from two to four leagues apart, ran the sun-beaten, breezy margins of snow-white sand-hills evergreen with weird starveling pines, dotted with pretty summer homes and light steamer-piers. Here on the Eastern Shore were the hotels: "Howard's," "Short's," "Montrose," "Battle's Wharf" and Point Clear, where summer society had been wont to resort all the way from beloved New Orleans. Here, from Point Clear, the bay, broadening south-westward, doubled its width, and here, by and by, this eastern shore-line suddenly became its southern by returning straight westward in a long slim stretch of dazzling green-and-white dunes, and shut its waters from the Gulf of Mexico except for a short "pass" of a few hundred yards width and for some three miles of shoal water between the pass and Dauphin Island; and there on that wild sea-wall's end--Mobile Point--a dozen leagues due south from the town--sat Fort Morgan, keeping this gate, the port's main ship-channel. Here, north-west from Morgan, beyond this main entrance and the league of impassable shoals, Fort Gaines guarded Pelican Channel, while a mile further townward Fort Powell held Grant's Pass into and out of Mississippi Sound, and here along the west side, out from Mobile, down the magnolia-shaded Bay Shell Road and the bark road below it, Kincaid's Battery and the last thousand "reserves" the town's fighting blood could drip--whole platoons of them mere boys--had marched, these two days, to Forts Powell and Gaines.
       All this the Callenders took in with the mind's eye as they bent over a candle-lighted map, while aware by telegraph that behind Gaines, westward on Dauphin Island, blue troops from New Orleans had landed and were then night-marching upon the fort in a black rainstorm. Furthest down yonder, under Morgan's hundred and fifteen great guns, as Anna pointed out, in a hidden east-and-west double row athwart the main channel, leaving room only for blockade-runners, were the torpedoes, nearly seventy of them. And, lastly, just under Morgan's north side, close on the channel's eastern edge, rode, with her three small gunboats, the _Tennessee_, ugly to look at but worse to meet, waiting, watching, as up here in Fort Powell, smiling at the scurviness of their assignment, watched and waited Kincaid's Battery.
       Upstairs the new Steve gently wailed.
       "Let me!" cried Anna, and ran.
       Constance drew out Mandeville's newspaper. Miranda smiled despairingly.
       "I wish, now," sighed the sister, "we'd shown it when we got it. I've had enough of keeping things from Nan Callender. Of course, even among our heroes in prison, there still may be a 'Harry Renard'; but it's far more likely that someone's telegraphed or printed 'Hilary Kinkaid' that way; for there _was_ a Herry Renard, Steve says, a captain, in Harper's calvary, who months ago quietly died in one of our _own hospitals_--at Lauderdale. Now, at headquarters, Steve says, they're all agreed that the name isn't a mite more suggestive than the pure daring of the deed, and that if they had to guess who did it they'd every one guess Hilary Kincaid."
       She spread the story out on her knee: Exchange of prisoners having virtually ceased, a number of captive Confederate officers had been started up the Mississippi from New Orleans, _under_ a heavy _but unwary_ guard, on a "tin-clad" steamer, to wear out the rest of the war in a Northern prison. Forbidden to gather even in pairs, they had yet moved freely about, often passing each other closely enough to exchange piecemeal counsels unnoticed, and all at once, at a tap of the boat's bell had sprung, man for man, upon their keepers and instantly were masters of them, of them, of their arms stacked on the boiler-deck and of the steamboat, which they had promptly run ashore on the East Louisiana side and burned. So ran the tale, and so broke off. Ought Anna to be told it, or not?
       "No," said the sister. "After all, why should we put her again through all those sufferings that so nearly killed her after Shiloh?"
       "If he would only--"
       "Telegraph? How do we know he hasn't?"
       Next morning the two unencumbered Callenders went down the bay. But they found no need to leave the boat. A series of mishaps delayed her, the tide hindered, rain fell, and at length she was told to wait for orders and so lay all night at anchor just off Fort Gaines, but out of the prospective line of fire from the foe newly entrenched behind it. The rain ceased and, as one of Hilary's songs ran--
       "The stars shed forth their light serene."
       The ladies had the captain's room, under the pilot-house. Once Anna woke, and from the small windows that opened to every quarter except up the bay townward looked forth across the still waters and low shores. Right at hand loomed Fort Gaines. A league away north-west rose small Fort Powell, just enough from the water to show dimly its unfinished parapets. In her heart's vision she saw within it her own Kincaid's Battery, his and hers. South-eastward, an opposite league away, she could make out Fort Morgan, but not the Tennessee. The cool, briny air hung still, the wide waters barely lifted and fell. She returned and slept again until some one ran along the narrow deck under her reclosed windows, and a male voice said--
       "The Yankee fleet! It's coming in!"
       Miranda was dressing. Out on the small deck voices were quietly audible and the clink of a ratchet told that the boat was weighing anchor. She rang three-bells. The captain's small clock showed half-past five. Now the swiftly dressed pair opened their windows. The rising sun made a golden path across the tranquil bay and lighted up the three forts and the starry battlecross softly stirring over each. Dauphin Island and Mobile Point were moss-green and pearly white. The long, low, velvety pulsations of the bay were blue, lilac, pink, green, bronze. But angry smoke poured from the funnels of the Tennessee and her three dwarf consorts, they four also showing the battle-flag, and some seven miles away, out in the Gulf, just beyond the gleaming eastern point of Sand Island, was one other sign of unrest.
       "You see they're under way?" asked Anna.
       Yes, Miranda saw, and sighed with the questioner. For there, once more--low crouched, war-painted and gliding like the red savages so many of them were named for, the tall ones stripped of all their upper spars, but with the pink spot of wrath flickering at every masthead--came the ships of Farragut.
       The two women could not count them, so straight on were they headed, but a man near the window said there were seven large and seven less, lashed small to large in pairs. Yet other counting they did, for now out of Sand Island Channel, just west of the ships, came a shorter line--one, two, three, four strange barely discernible things, submerged like crocodiles, a hump on each of the first two, two humps on each of the others, crossed the fleet's course and led the van on the sunward side to bring themselves first and nearest to Morgan, its water-battery, and the _Tennessee_.
       Anna sighed while to Miranda the man overflowed with information. Ah, ah! in Hampton Roads the _Virginia_ had barely coped with one of those horrors, of one hump, two guns; while here came four, whose humps were six and their giant rifles twelve.
       "Twenty-two guns in our whole flotilla," the man was saying to Miranda, "and they've got nearly two hundred." The anchor was up. Gently the boat's engines held her against the flood-tide. The man had turned to add some word, when from the land side of Gaines a single columbiad roared and a huge shell screamed off into the investing entrenchments. Then some lighter guns, thirty-twos, twenty-fours, cracked and rang, and the foe replied. His shells burst over and in the fort, and a cloud of white and brown smoke rolled eastward, veiling both this scene and the remoter, seaward, silent, but far more momentous one of Fort Morgan, the fleet, and the _Tennessee_.
       The boat crept southward into the cloud, where only Gaines was dimly visible, flashing and howling landward. Irby was in that flashing. Steve was back yonder in Powell with Kincaid's Battery. Through Steve, present at the reading of a will made at Vicksburg the day after Hilary's capture there, Irby had just notified Anna, for Hilary, that their uncle had left everything to him, Adolphe. She hoped it was true, but for once in her life had doubts without discomfort. How idly the mind can drift in fateful moments. The bell tapped for six. As it did so the two watchers descried through a rift in the smoke the Tennessee signaling her grim litter, and the four crawling forward to meet the ships. Again the smoke closed in, but the small boat stole through it and hovered at its edge while the minutes passed and the foe came on. How plain to be seen was each pair, how familiar some of those taller shapes!
       "The _Brooklyn_, 'Randa, right in front. And there again is the admiral's flag, on the _Hartford_. And there, with her topmasts down, is the _Richmond_--oh, 'Ran', it's the same bad dream once more!"
       Not quite. There were ships new to them, great and less, whose savage names, told by the man near the window, chilled the blood with reminder of old wars and massacres: the _Winnebago, Chickasaw, Octorora, Ossipee, Metacomet, Seminale_. "Look!" said the man, pointing, "the _Tecumseh_--" _
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Chapter 1. Carrollton Gardens
Chapter 2. Carriage Company
Chapter 3. The General's Choice
Chapter 4. Manoeuvres
Chapter 5. Hilary?--Yes, Uncle?
Chapter 6. Messrs. Smellemout And Ketchem
Chapter 7. By Starlight
Chapter 8. One Killed
Chapter 9. Her Harpoon Strikes
Chapter 10. Sylvia Sighs
Chapter 11. In Column Of Platoons
Chapter 12. Mandeville Bleeds
Chapter 13. Things Anna Could Not Write
Chapter 14. Flora Taps Grandma's Cheek
Chapter 15. The Long Month Of March
Chapter 16. Constance Tries To Help
Chapter 17. "Oh, Connie, Dear--Nothing--Go On"
Chapter 18. Flora Tells The Truth!
Chapter 19. Flora Romances
Chapter 20. The Fight For The Standard
Chapter 21. Constance Cross-Examines
Chapter 22. Same Story Slightly Warped
Chapter 23. "Soldiers!"
Chapter 24. A Parked Battery Can Raise A Dust
Chapter 25. "He Must Wait," Says Anna
Chapter 26. Swift Going, Down Stream
Chapter 27. Hard Going, Up Stream
Chapter 28. The Cup Of Tantalus
Chapter 29. A Castaway Rose
Chapter 30. Good-By, Kincaid's Battery
Chapter 31. Virginia Girls And Louisiana Boys
Chapter 32. Manassas
Chapter 33. Letters
Chapter 34. A Free-Gift Bazaar
Chapter 35. The "Sisters Of Kincaid's Battery"
Chapter 36. Thunder-Cloud And Sunburst
Chapter 37. "Till He Said, 'I'm Come Hame, My Love'"
Chapter 38. Anna's Old Jewels
Chapter 39. Tight Pinch
Chapter 40. The License, The Dagger
Chapter 41. For An Emergency
Chapter 42. "Victory! I Heard It As Pl'--"
Chapter 43. That Sabbath At Shiloh
Chapter 44. "They Were All Four Together"
Chapter 45. Steve--Maxime--Charlie--
Chapter 46. The School Of Suspense
Chapter 47. From The Burial Squad
Chapter 48. Farragut
Chapter 49. A City In Terror
Chapter 50. Anna Amazes Herself
Chapter 51. The Callender Horses Enlist
Chapter 52. Here They Come!
Chapter 53. Ships, Shells, And Letters
Chapter 54. Same April Day Twice
Chapter 55. In Darkest Dixie And Out
Chapter 56. Between The Millstones
Chapter 57. Gates Of Hell And Glory
Chapter 58. Arachne
Chapter 59. In A Labyrinth
Chapter 60. Hilary's Ghost
Chapter 61. The Flag-Of-Truce Boat
Chapter 62. Farewell, Jane!
Chapter 63. The Iron-Clad Oath
Chapter 64. "Now, Mr. Brick-Mason,--"
Chapter 65. Flora's Last Throw
Chapter 66. "When I Hands In My Checks"
Chapter 67. Mobile
Chapter 68. By The Dawn's Early Light
Chapter 69. Southern Cross And Northern Star
Chapter 70. Gains And Losses
Chapter 71. Soldiers Of Peace