【英文读物】The Star of Gettysburg.docx

《【英文读物】The Star of Gettysburg.docx》由会员分享，可在线阅读，更多相关《【英文读物】The Star of Gettysburg.docx（197页珍藏版）》请在淘文阁 - 分享文档赚钱的网站上搜索。

1、【英文读物】The Star of Gettysburg A youth sat upon a log by a clear stream in the Valley of Virginia, mending clothes. He showed skill and rapidity in his homely task. A shining needle darted in and out of the gray cloth, and the rent that had seemed hopeless was being closed up with neatness and precisi

2、on. No one derided him because he was engaged upon a task that was usually performed by women. The Army of Northern Virginia did its own sewing. Will the seam show much, Arthur? asked Harry Kenton, who lay luxuriously upon the leafy ground beside the log. Very little when I finish, replied St. Clair

3、, examining his work with a critical eye. Of course I cant pass the uniform off as wholly new. Its been a long time since Ive seen a new one in our army, but it will be a lot above the average. I admire your care of your clothes, Arthur, even if I cant quite imitate it. Ive concluded that good cloth

4、es give a certain amount of moral courage, and if you get killed you make a much more decent body. But Arthur St. Clair, of Charleston, sir, has no intention of getting killed, said Happy Tom Langdon, who was also resting upon the earth. He means after this war is over to go back to his native city,

5、 buy the most magnificent uniforms that were ever made, and tell the girls how Lee and Jackson turned to him for advice at the crisis of every great battle. We surely needed wisdom and everything else we could get at Antietamleadership, tenacity and the willingness to die, said Dalton, the sober you

6、ng Virginia Presbyterian. Boys, we were in the deepest of holes there, and we had to lift ourselves out almost by our own boot straps. Harrys face clouded. The field of Antietam often returned to him, almost as real and vivid as on that terrible day, when the dead lay heaped in masses around the Dun

7、kard church and the Southern army called forth every ounce of courage and endurance for its very salvation. Antietam is a month away, he said, and I still shudder at the name. We didnt think McClellan would come up and attack Lee while Jackson was away at Harpers Ferry, but he did. How did it happen

8、? How did he know that our army was divided? Ive heard a strange story, said Dalton. Its come through some union prisoners weve taken. They say that McClellan found a copy of General Lees orders in Frederick, and learned from them exactly where all our troops were and what they intended. Then, of co

9、urse, he attacked. A strange tale, as you say, a most extraordinary chance, said Harry. Do you think its true, George? Ive no doubt it fell out that way. The same report comes from other sources. At any rate, said Happy Tom, it gave us a chance to show how less than fifty thousand men could stand of

10、f nearly ninety thousand. Besides, we didnt lose any ground. We went over into Maryland to give the Marylanders a chance to rise for the South. They didnt rise worth a cent. I suppose we didnt get more than five hundred volunteers in that state. The despots heel is on thy shore, Maryland, my Marylan

11、d, and it can stay on thy shore, Maryland, my Maryland, if thats the way you treat us. I feel a lot more at home here in Virginia. It is fine, said Harry, stirring comfortably on the leaves and looking down at the clear stream of the Opequon. One cant fight all the time. I feel as if I had been in a

12、 thousand battles, and two or three months of the year are left. Its fine to lie here by the water, and breathe pure air instead of dust. Ive heard that every man eats a peck of dirt in the course of his life, said Happy Tom, but I know that Ive already beat the measure a dozen times over. Why, I to

13、ok in a bushel at least at the Second Manassas, but I still live, and here I am, surveying this peaceful domestic scene. Arthur is mending his best uniform, Harry stretched on the leaves is resting and dreaming dreams, George is wondering how he will get a new pair of shoes for the season, and the a

14、rmy is doing its autumn washing. Harry glanced up and down the stream, and he smiled at the homely sight. Thousands of soldiers were washing their ragged clothes in the little river and the equally ragged clothes of many others were drying on the banks or on the bushes. The sun-browned lads who skyl

15、arked along the shores or in the water, playing pranks on one another, bore little resemblance to those who had charged so fiercely and so often into the mouths of the cannon at Antietam. Harry marvelled at them and at himself. It seemed scarcely possible that human nature could rush to such violent

16、 extremes within so short a space. But youth conquered all. There was very little gloom in this great army which disported itself in the water or in the shade. Thousands of wounded, still pale, but with returning strength, lay on the October leaves and looked forward to the day when they could join

17、their comrades in either games or war. Harry himself had suffered for a while from a great exhaustion. He had been terribly anxious, too, about his father, but a letter written just after the battle of Perryville, and coming through with unusual promptness by the way of Chattanooga and Richmond, had

18、 arrived the day before, informing him of Colonel Kentons safety. In this letter his father had spoken of his meeting with Dick Mason in his home at Pendleton, and that also contributed to his new lightness of heart. Dick was not a brother, but he stood in the place of one, and it was good to hear a

19、gain of him. The sounds of shouts and laughter far up and down the Opequon became steady and soothing. The October winds blowing gently were crisp and fresh, but not too cold. The four boys ceased talking and Harry on his bed of leaves became drowsy. The forests on the far hills and mountains burned

20、 in vivid reds and yellows and browns, painted by the master hand of autumn. Harry heard a bird singing on a bough among red leaves directly over his head, and the note was piercingly sweet to ears used so long to the roar of cannon and rifles. His drowsy lids sank lower and he would have gone to sl

21、eep had he not been roused by a shouting farther down the little river. His eyes opened wide and he sat up. What is it, George? he said to Dalton. I dont know, but here comes Captain Sherburne, and Ill ask him. Sherburne was approaching with long strides, his face flushed with enthusiasm. What is it

22、, Captain? asked Harry. What are the boys shouting about? The news has just reached them that Old Jack has been made a lieutenant-general. General Lee asked the government to divide his army into two corps, with Old Jack in command of one and Longstreet in charge of the other. The government has see

23、n fit to do what General Lee advises it to do, and we are now the Second Army Corps, two thousand officers, twenty-five thousand men and one hundred and thirty guns, commanded by Lieutenant-General Thomas Jonathan Jackson, better known to his enemy as Stonewall Jackson and to his men as Old Jack. Sp

24、lendid! exclaimed Harry. Never was a promotion better earned! And so say we all of us, said Happy Tom. But just a moment, Captain. What is the news about me? About you, Tom? Yes, about me? Didnt I win the victory at the Second Manassas? Didnt I save the army at Antietam? Am I promoted to be a colone

25、l or is it merely a lieutenant-colonel? Im sorry, Tom, replied Sherburne with great gravity, but there is no mention of your promotion. I know its an oversight, and well join in a general petition to Richmond that you be made a lieutenant-colonel at the very least. Oh, never mind. If it has to be do

26、ne through the begging of my friends I decline the honor. I dont know that Id care to be any kind of a colonel, anyhow. Id have to pass the boys here, and maybe Id have to command em, which would make em feel bad. Old Jack himself might become jealous of me. I guess Im satisfied as I am. I like the

27、modesty of the South Carolinians, Tom, said Dalton. Theres a story going the rounds that you South Carolinians made the war and that we Virginians have got to fight it. There may be such a story. It seems to me that it was whispered to me once, but the internal evidence shows that it was invented by

28、 a Virginian. Havent I come up here and shed some of my blood and more of my perspiration to save the sacred soil of the Mother of Presidents from invasion? And didnt I bring with me Arthur St. Clair, the best dressed man in Charleston, for the Yankees to shoot at? Hello, whats that? This is a day o

29、f events! Hoots, cat-calls, and derisive yells arose along a long line. A trim young officer on a fine bay horse was riding down a path beside the Opequon. He was as beautifully dressed as St. Clair at his best. His hands were encased in long white buckskin gloves, and long brown mustaches curled be

30、autifully up until they touched either cheek. It was he, this Beau Brummel of the Southern army, who had attracted the attention of irreverent youth. From the shelter of trees and bushes came a chorus of cries: Take them mice out o your mouth! I know theyre there, cause I see their tails stickin out

31、! What kind o hair oil do you use? I know your heads oiled, or it wouldnt shine so. Be sure you keep your gloves on or the sunll tan your hands! Oh, my, its mothers pretty boy, goin to see his best girl! The young officer flushed crimson through his brown, but he knew it was no use to resent the wor

32、ds of his tormentors, and he rode steadily on, looking straight before him. Thats Caswell, a Georgian, of Longstreets corps, said Sherburne; a good soldier and one of the bravest men I ever saw. Which proves, said St. Clair, in a tone of conviction, that clothes do help make the man. Caswell passed

33、out of sight, pursued by derisive comment, but his place was taken quickly by a new victim. A man of middle age, in civilian clothes, came riding slowly on a fat horse. He was a well-known sutler named Williams and the wild lads did not confine themselves to hidden cries, but rushed from the shelter

34、 of trees and bushes, and held up worn articles of apparel, shouting in his ears: Hey, Mr. Williams! The soles of these shoes are made of paper, not leather. I bought leather, not paper. Whats the price of blue silk neckties? Ive got a Yankee sweetheart in New York, and I want to look well when our

35、conquering army marches into that city! A pair of blankets for me, Mr. Williams, to be paid for when we loot the Yankee treasury! But Williams was not disconcerted. He was used to such badinage. He spread out his large hands soothingly. Boys, he said, those shoes wore out so fast because you chased

36、the Yankees so hard. They were made for walking, not for foot races. Why do you want to buy blankets on time when you can get them more cheaply by capturing them from the enemy? His answers pleased them, and some one called for three cheers for Williams, which were given with a will, and he rode on,

37、 unmolested. But in a few minutes another and greater roar arose. Now it was swelling, continuous, and there was in it no note whatever of criticism or derision. It was made up wholly of affection and admiration, and it rolled in unceasing volume along the stream and through the forest. The four lad

38、s and Sherburne sprang to their feet, shading their eyes with their hands as they looked. By the great Jupiter! exclaimed Sherburne, its Old Jack himself in a new uniform on Little Sorrel! The boys, I imagine, have heard that hes been made lieutenant-general. I knew that nothing could stir up the co

39、rps this way except Old Jack or a rabbit, said Happy Tom, as he sprang to his feethe meant no disrespect to his commander, as thousands would give chase to a rabbit when it happened to be roused out of the bushes. Thunderation! What a change! exclaimed St. Clair, as he ran with the others to the edg

40、e of the road to see Stonewall Jackson, the victor of twenty battles, go past in a uniform that at first had almost disguised him from his amazed soldiers. Little Sorrel was galloping. He had learned to do so whenever the soldiers cheered his rider. Applause always embarrassed Jackson, and Little So

41、rrel, of his own volition, now obeyed his wish to get by it as soon as possible. What splendor! exclaimed Harry. Did you ever see Old Jack looking like this before? Never! Never! they exclaimed in chorus. Stonewall Jackson wore a magnificent uniform of the richest gray, with heavy gold lace wherever

42、 gold lace could be used, and massive epaulets of gold. A thick gold cord tied in a bow in front surrounded the fine gray hat, and never did a famous general look more embarrassed as the faithful horse took him along at an easy gallop. All through the woods spread the word that Stonewall Jackson was

43、 riding by arrayed in plumage like that of the dandy, Jeb Stuart himself. It was wonderful, miraculous, but it was true, and the cheers rolled continuously, like those of troops about to go into battle and confident of victory. Harry saw clearly that his commander was terribly abashed. Blushes showe

44、d through the tan of his cheeks, and the soldiers, who would not have dared to disobey a single word of his on the battlefield, now ran joyously among the woods and bushes. Harry and the other three lads, being on Jacksons staff, hid discreetly behind the log as he passed, but they heard the thunder

45、 of the cheering following him down the road. It was in truth a most singular scene. These were citizen soldiers, welded into a terrible machine by battle after battle and the genius of a great leader, but with their youth they retained their personality and independence. Affection was strongly ming

46、led with their admiration for Jackson. He was the head of the family, and they felt free to cheer their usually dingy hero as he rode abroad in his magnificent new uniform. I think wed better cut across the woods to headquarters, said Harry. I want to see the arrival of Old Jack, and Id wager any of

47、 you five cents to a cent that hell never wear that uniform again. Why, he doesnt look natural in it at all. I wont take your bet, said Happy Tom, because Im thinking just as you do. Arthur, here, would look all right in ithe needs clothes to hold him up, anyway, but it doesnt suit Old Jack. Their s

48、hort cut took them through the woods to the generals quarters in time to see him arrive and spring hurriedly from Little Sorrel. The man whose name was a very synonym of victorious war was still embarrassed and blushing, and as Harry followed him into the tent he took off the gorgeous uniform and hat and handed them to his young aide. Then as he put on his usual dingy gray, he said to an officer who had brought him the new clothes: Give my