HOW PRIVATE GEORGE W. PECK PUT DOWN THE REBELLION

OR THE FUNNY EXPERIENCES OF A RAW RECRUIT

Part Ten: Boots and Saddles-I Am the Colonel's Orderly-Riding Fifty Miles on an Empty Stomach-The Chaplain Appears

"When our foraging party got back to camp, and I unloaded the corn fodder from my horse, I was about as disgusted with war as a man could be. The faces of those people I had met at the plantation rose up before me, and I could imagine how they would look when they heard that the Confederate soldier, who was there all, was dead. I hoped they would never hear of it.

"While I was thinking the matter over and grooming my horse, the chaplain came along and took nearly all the fodder I had brought in, and fed it to his horse, and asked me where the chickens and hams, and sweet potatoes were. I told him I didn't get any. Then he spoke very plainly to me, plainer than he had ever spoken before, and told me that fodder for horses was not all that soldiers got when they went out foraging. He said I wanted to snatch anything that was lying around loose, that could be eaten. I asked him if the government did not furnish rations enough for him to live comfortably, in addition to the sanitary stores. He said sometimes he yearned for chickens. Then I told him his salary was sufficient to buy such luxuries. He was hot, and talked back to me, and told me he didn't propose to be lectured by no red-headed private as to his duties, or his conduct, and he wanted me to understand that I was expected to forage for him as well as myself, and not to let another soldier come into camp with a better assortment of the luxuries afforded by the country, than I did. He said that he picked out a man that would fill the bill, and do his duty. I told him if he had selected me from all the men in the regiment as being the most expert sneak thief, he had made a mistake, and I would be teetotally d---d if I would go through the country stealing hens and chickens for any chaplain that ever lived, and he could put that in his pipe and smoke it. It was pretty sassy talk for a private soldier to indulge in towards a chaplain, but I was so disgusted to hear a man who should discountenance anything unsoldierly, talk so flippantly about taking from the women and children of the country what little that had to live on, because we had the power, their men folks being away in the army, that I got on my ear, as it were. I told him that I was not much mashed on war, and hoped I would never have to fire a gun at a human being, but now that I was into business, I would fight if I had to, or do any duty of a soldier, but I would be cussed if I would rob hen roosts, and he didn't weigh enough to compel me to. Then he said I could go back to my company, as he didn't want a man around him that hadn't sand enough to do his duty. I asked him if I hadn't better wait till after supper, it being after dark, but he said I could go right away, and he would have another man detailed to take my place. I was discharged, because I struck against stealing hens.

"I saddled my horse, took my share of the fodder, and started for my company to return to duty as a soldier. On the way to my company I saw a half a dozen soldiers, covered with mud, and their horses covered with foam, ride up to the colonel's tent, and I stopped to see what was the matter. A sergeant gave the colonel a dispatch, which he tore open, read it, looked excited, and then he turned to me and said, 'Ride to every commanding officer of a company and say with my compliments, that "Boots and Saddles" will be sounded in ten minutes, and every man must be in line, mounted, within five minutes after the call is sounded, then come back here.'

“Well, I was about as excited as the colonel, and I rode to every captain’s tent and gave the command.  Some of the captain’s, who were just sitting down to supper, asked, ‘What you giving us,’ thinking it was some foolishness on my part.  One captain said if I came around with any more such orders he would run a saber through me and turn it around a few times; another said to his lieutenant,’ That is the chaplain’s idiot, that the boys play jokes on; some corporal has probably told him to carry that message.’

“I got all around the companies, and went back to the colonel, and told him that I had delivered his invitation, but the most of the captains sent regrets in one way and another, and one was going to jab me with a saber.  He called the bugler, and told him to blow ‘Boots and Saddles,’ and in five minutes to sound, ‘ To Horse;’ then he turned to me and said, ‘You will be my orderly tonight, and you will have the liveliest ride you ever experienced.  Buckle up your saddle girth and lead my horse out here.’

“I told the colonel I should have to buckle up my own belt a few holes, as I hadn’t had any supper, when he told his servant to bring me out what was left of his supper, which he did, one small hard tack.  I eat pretty hearty, and let my horse fill himself all he could on corn stalks, and in a short time the bugle calls were echoing through the woods, men were saddling up and mounting, and picking up camp utensils in the dark, and swearing some at being ordered out in that unceremonious manner when they had all got around to have a night’s rest.  There was not near as much swearing as I had supposed there would be, but there was enough.  The chaplain came rushing up to where I was with his coat off, and asked me what was the matter, and the colonel having gone to the major’s tent, I answered him that we were going to have the liveliest ride he had ever experienced, and not to forget it, and that probably before morning we would have the biggest fight of the season.

“ ‘Come and help me catch my horse,’ said the chaplain, ‘I turned him loose so he could roll over, and he has stampeded.’

“ ‘Go catch your own horse,’ said I with lofty dignity, ‘ and steal your own chickens.  I am serving on the staff of the commanding officer, sir.  I am the colonel’s orderly!’

“I thought that would break the chaplain all up, but it didn’t.  ‘The devil you say,’ remarked the chaplain, as he went off in the darkness, whistling for his horse.  Gentle reader, did you ever ride on horseback fifty miles in one night, on an empty stomach, after having ridden thirty miles during the day?  If you never have accomplished such a feat, you don’t know anything about suffering.  O, to this day I can feel my stomach freeze itself to my backbone.

“We started soon after orders were given on a gallop, and if we walked our horse a minute during the whole night, I did not know it.  We marched by ‘fours,’ but I had the whole road to myself, as I rode behind the colonel.  I wanted to know where we were going and what for, and once, when the colonel fell back to where I was, while he was taking a drink out of a canteen, I said, ‘This is a little sudden, ain’t it?’  My idea was to draw him out, and get him to tell me al about the destination of the expedition, and its object.  The colonel got through drinking, and as he knocked the cork into the canteen, he said, ‘ Yes, this IS a little spry.’  That was all he said, and evidently he wanted me to draw my own inference, which I did. 

“Pretty soon the orderly sergeant of the company that was on the advance, directly behind the colonel, rode up to me and asked me if I had any idea where we were going.  He said he had seen me talking with the colonel, and thought maybe he had told me the programme.  He added that he thought it was a shame that men couldn’t be allowed a little rest.  I told him that I had just been talking with the colonel about it, but that I had no authority to communicate what he said.  However, I would assure the orderly that we were going to have the liveliest ride he ever experienced.  I knew I was safe in saying that, and the orderly remarked that he had come to that conclusion himself, and he left me.  I had never expected to rise, on pure merit, to that proud position of colonel’s orderly, and I made up my mind if that night’s ride did not founder me, or drive my spine up into the top of my hat, or glue the two sides of my empty stomach together, so they would never come apart, that I would try to conduct myself so that the commanding officers would all cry for me and want me on their staffs.

“I argued, to myself, as we rode along, that the position of colonel’s orderly could not be more unsafe. As it did not stand to reason that a colonel would go into any place that was particularly dangerous, as long as he could send other officers.  I knew that colonels in action should ride behind their regiments, and wondered if this colonel knew his place, or would he be fool enough to go right ahead of his men?  I was going to speak to him about it, if we ever stopped galloping long enough, but everything was jarred out of my head.

“A fellow can think of a good many things, riding on a gallop all night, and I guess I thought of about everything that night.  There were few interruptions of the march.  There were about four stops, two being caused by horses falling down and being run over by those behind them, and two carbines going off accidentally.  One man was dismounted and run over by half the horses in the regiment and when he was pulled out from under the horses he asked for a chew of tobacco, and saying he was marked for life by horse shoes, he kicked his horse in the ribs for falling down, climbed on and said the procession might move on.  He was all cut to pieces by horse’s hoofs, but he was full of fight the next morning.  Another soldier had his big toe shot off by the accidental discharge of a carbine, and when the regiment stopped, and the colonel asked him if he wanted to stop there and wait for an ambulance to overtake him, he said,’ Not if there is going to be a fight.  I don’t use a big toe much, anyway, and if there is a fight ahead, I want to be there, if I haven’t got a toe left on my feet.’  The colonel smiled and said,’ All right, boy.’  I never saw fellows who were so anxious to fight, and I wondered how much money it would take to induce me to go into a fight when I was crippled up enough to be excused. 

“Along toward morning everybody felt that we were so far into the enemy’s lines that there must be some object in the long ride, and the probabilities of a fight seemed to be settled in every man’s mind.  Up hill and down we galloped, until it seemed to me I should fall off my horse and die.  About half an hour before daylight the command was halted, and the officers of each company were sent for, and they surrounded the colonel, separated from the men, and he said:’ There is a town ahead, about four miles, garrisoned by confederate troops.  We are to charge it at daylight, drive the enemy out the other side of town, kill as many as possible, and when they go out they will be attacked by another Union regiment that has been sent around to the rear.  There is a railroad there, and a bridge across a river, Confederate stores of ammunition, provisions, cotton, etc.  The stores are to be burned, the railroad bridge destroyed, the track torn up, engines, if there are any, are to be ditched, and everything destroyed except private residences.  You understand?’

“The officers said they did, and they went back to their companies and ordered the men to get a bite to eat.  When the officers had gone I was pretty scared, and I said, ‘Colonel, suppose the rebels do not get out of that town.’  The colonel was chewing a hard-tack when he answered.  Daylight was just streaking up from the East, and he held a piece of the hard-tack up to the light to pick a worm out of it, after which he answered: ‘If they don’t get out, we will, those who are not killed.  I always like to eat hard-tack in the dark, then I can’t see the worms.’  To say that I was reassured would be untrue.  I admired a man who could mingle business with pleasure, as he did when talking of possible death and worms in hard-tack, but death was never an interesting subject to me.  I wanted to talk with the colonel more, and asked him if colonels often get killed, and if an orderly was exactly safe in his immediate vicinity, but he leaned against a tree and went to sleep, and I stood near, as wide awake as any man ever was.  I wondered whose idea it was to send us fifty miles into the Confederacy to destroy provisions and railroads.  Did they suppose the Confederates didn’t want anything to eat?  I thought it was a mean man or government that would burn up good wholesome provisions because they couldn’t eat them themselves.  And who owned this railroad that was going to be torn up?  Why burn a bridge that probably cost several hundred thousand dollars. 

“As I was thinking these things over and finding fault with the persons responsible for such foolishness, the chaplain, who had not showed up during the night, came up to where I was, without a hat, leading his horse, which was lame.  The first thing he asked me how I would trade horse.  They all wanted my Jeff, but he was not in the market.  The chaplain said he had caught up with the regiment about midnight, and had rode at the rear, with the horse doctor.  He said this expedition was foolish, and had no object except to try the endurance of the horses and men.  I told him that we were going to have a fight in less than an hour, and burn a town, an probably we would all be killed.  The chaplain turned pale and looked faint.”

END PART TEN

PART ELEVEN: I am Wounded By a Locomotive and a Piece of Coal-I Nearly Kill and Old Man