FOR several days I saw nothing of Preston. He was hardly missed. I found that such a parade as that which pleased me the first morning came off twice daily; and other military displays, more extended and more interesting, were to be looked for every day at irregular times. I failed not of one. So surely as the roll of the drum or a strain of music announced that something of the sort was on hand, I caught up my hat and was ready. And so was Dr. Sandford. Mrs. Sandford would often not go; but the doctor's hat was as easily put on as mine, and as readily; and he attended me, I used to think, as patiently as a great Newfoundland dog. As patient, and as supreme. The evolutions of soldiers and clangour of martial music were nothing to him, but he must wait upon his little mistress. I mean of course the Newfoundland dog; not Dr. Sandford. "Will you go for a walk, Daisy?" he said, the morning of the third or fourth day. "There is nothing doing on the plain, I find." "A walk? Oh, yes!" I said. "Where shall we go?" "To look for wonderful things," he said. "Only don't take the child among the rattlesnakes," said Mrs. Sandford. "They are wonderful, I suppose, but not pleasant. You will get her all tanned, Grant!" But I took these hints of danger as coolly as the doctor himself did; and another of my West Point delights began. We went beyond the limits of the post, passed out at one of the gates which shut it in from the common world, and forgot for the moment drums and fifes. Up the mountain side, under the shadow of the trees most of the time, though along a good road; with the wild hill at one hand rising sharp above us. Turning round that, we finally plunged down into a grand dell of the hills, leaving all roads behind and all civilization, and having a whole mountain between us and the West Point plain. I suppose it might have been a region for rattlesnakes, but I never thought of them. I had never seen such a place in my life. From the bottom of the gorge where we were, the opposite mountain side sloped up to a great height; wild, lonely, green with a wealth of wood, stupendous, as it seemed to me, in its towering expanse. At our backs, a rocky and green precipice rose up more steeply yet, though to a lesser elevation, topped with the grey walls of the old fort, the other face of which I had seen from our hotel. A wilderness of nature it was; wild and stern. I feasted on it. Dr. Sandford was moving about, looking for something; he helped me over rocks, and jumped me across morasses, and kept watchful guard of me; but else he let me alone; he did not talk, and I had quite enough without. The strong delight of the novelty, the freedom, the delicious wild things around, the bracing air, the wonderful lofty beauty, "Are you tired, Daisy?" he said, looking up. "My feet are tired," I said. "That is all of you that can be tired. Sit down where you are—I will come to you directly." So I sat down and watched him, and looked off between whiles to the wonderful green walls of the glen. The summer blue was very clear overhead; the stillness of the place very deep; insects, birds, a flutter of leaves, and the grating of Dr. Sandford's boot upon a stone, all the sounds that could be heard. "Why you are warm, as well as tired, Daisy," he said, coming up to my rock at last. "It is warm," I answered. "Warm?" said he. "Look here, Daisy!" "Well, what in the world is that?" I said, laughing. "A little mud or earth is all that I can see." "Ah, your eyes are not good for much, Daisy—except to look at." "Not good for much for that," I said, amused; for his eyes were bent upon the earth in his hand. "I don't know," said he, getting up on the rock beside me and sitting down. "I used to find strange things in them once. But this is something you will like, Daisy." "Is it?" "If you like wonderful things as well as ever." "Oh, I do!" I said. "What is it, Dr. Sandford?" He carefully wrapped up his treasure in a bit of paper and put it in his pocket; then he cut down a small hickory branch and began to fan me with it; and while he sat there fanning me he entered upon a lecture such as I had never listened to in my life. I had studied a little geology of course, as well as a little of everything else; but no lesson like this had come in the course of my experience. Taking his text from the very wild glen where we were sitting and the mountain sides upon which I had been gazing, Dr. Sandford spread a clear page of nature before me and interpreted it. He answered unspoken questions; he filled great vacancies of my ignorance; into what had been abysms of thought he poured a whole treasury of intelligence and brought floods of light. All so quietly, so luminously, with such a wealth of knowledge and facility of giving it, that it is a simple thing to say no story of Eastern magic was ever given into more charmed ears around an Arabian desert fire. I listened and he talked and fanned me. He talked like one occupied with his subject and not with me: but he met every half-uttered doubt or question, and before he had done he satisfied it fully. I had always liked Dr. Sandford; I had never liked him so much; I had never, since the old childish times, had such a free talk with him. And now, he did not talk to me as a child or a very The sun was high and hot when we returned, but I cared nothing for that. I was more than ever sure that West Point was fairyland. The old spring of childish glee seemed to have come back to my nerves. "Dinner is just ready," said Mrs. Sandford, meeting us in the hall. "Why, where have you been? And look at the colour of Daisy's face! Oh, Grant, what have you done with her?" "Very good colour—" said the doctor, peering under my hat. "She's all flushed and sunburnt, and overheated." "Daisy is never anything but cool," he said; "unless when she gets hold of a principle, and somebody else gets hold of the other end. We'll look at these things after dinner, Daisy." "Principles?" half exclaimed Mrs. Sandford, with so dismayed an expression that the doctor and I both laughed. "Not exactly," said the doctor, putting his hand in his pocket. "Look here." "I see nothing but a little dirt." "You shall see something else by and by—if you will." "You have never brought your microscope here, Grant? Where in the world will you set it up?" "In your room—after dinner—if you permit." Mrs. Sandford permitted; and though she did not care much about the investigations that followed, the doctor and I did. As delightful as the morning had been, the long afternoon stretched its bright hours along; till Mrs. Sandford insisted I must be dressed, and pushed the microscope into a corner and ordered the doctor away. That was the beginning of the pleasantest course of lessons I ever had in my life. From that time Dr. Sandford and I spent a large part of every day in the hills; and often another large part over the microscope. No palace and gardens in the Arabian nights were ever more enchanting, than the glories of nature through which he led me; nor half so wonderful. "A little dirt," as it seemed to ordinary eyes, was the hidden entrance way ofttimes to halls of knowledge more magnificent and more rich than my fancy had ever dreamed of. Meanwhile, Mrs. Sandford found a great many officers to talk to. It was not till the evening of the next day following my first walk into the mountains, that I saw Preston. It was parade time; and I was sitting as usual on one of the iron settees which are placed for the convenience of spectators. I was almost always there at parade and guardmounting. The picture had a continual fascination for me, whether under the morning sun, or the evening sunset; and the music was charming. This time I was alone, Dr. and Mrs. Sandford being engaged in conversation with friends at a little distance. Following with my ear the variations of the air the band were playing my mind was at the same time dwelling on the riches it had just gained in the natural history researches of the day, and also taking in half consciously "The same Daisy as ever!" said Preston, his eyes all alight with fun and pleasure. "The same as ever! And how came you here? and when did you come? and how did you come?" "We have been here ever since Friday. Why haven't you been to see me? Dr. Sandford sent word to you." "Dr. Sandford!" said Preston, taking the place by my side. "How did you come here, Daisy?" "I came by the boat, last Friday. How should I come?" "Who are you with?" "Dr. Sandford—and Mrs. Sandford." "Mrs. Sandford, and Dr. Sandford," said Preston, pointedly. "You are not with the doctor, I suppose." "Why yes, I am," I answered. "He is my guardian—don't you know, Preston? He brought me. How tall you have grown!" "A parcel of Yankees," said Preston. "Poor little Daisy." "What do you mean by 'Yankees'?" I said. "You do not mean just people at the North, for you speak as if it was something bad." "It is. So I do," said Preston. "They are a mean set—fit for nothing but to eat codfish and scrape. I wish you had nothing to do with Yankees." I thought how all the South lived upon stolen earnings. It was a disagreeable turn to my meditations for a moment. "Where have you hid yourself since you have come here?" Preston went on. "I have been to the hotel time and again to find you." "Have you!" I said. "Oh, I suppose I was out walking." "With whom were you walking." "I don't know anybody here, but those I came with. But, Preston, why are you not over yonder with the others?" I was looking at the long grey line formed in front of us on the plain. "I got leave of absence, to come and see you, Daisy. And you have grown, and improved. You're wonderfully improved. Are you the very same Daisy? and what are you going to do here?" "Oh, I'm enjoying myself. Now, Preston why does that man stand so?" "What man?" "That officer—here in front, standing all alone, with the sash and sword. Why does he stand so?" "Hush. That is Captain Percival. He is the officer in charge." "What is that?" "Oh, he looks after the parade, and things." "But why does he stand so, Preston?" "Stand how?" said Preston, unsympathizingly. "That is good standing." "Why, with his shoulders up to his ears," I said; "and his arms lifted up as if he was trying to put his elbows upon a high shelf. It is very awkward." "They all stand so," said Preston. "That's right enough." "It is ungraceful." "It is military." "Must one be ungraceful in order to be military?" "He isn't ungraceful. That is Percival—of South Carolina." "The officer yesterday stood a great deal better," I went on. "Yesterday? That was Blunt. He's a Yankee." "Well, what then, Preston?" I said laughing. "I despise them!" "Aren't there Yankees among the cadets?" "Of course; but they are no count—only here and there there's one of good family. Don't you have anything to do with them, Daisy!—mind;—not with one of them, unless I tell you who he is." "With one of whom? What are you speaking of?" "The cadets." "Why I have nothing to do with them," I said. "How should I?" Preston looked at me curiously. "Nor at the hotel, neither, Daisy—more than you can help. Have nothing to say to the Yankees." I thought Preston had taken a strange fancy. I was silent. "It is not fitting," he went on. "We are going to change all that. I want to have nothing to do with Yankees." "What are you going to change?" I asked. "I don't see how you can help having to do with them. They are among the cadets, and they are among the officers." "We have our own set," said Preston. "I have nothing to do with them in the corps." "Now, Preston, look; what are they about? All the red sashes are getting together." "Parade is dismissed. They are coming up to salute the officer in charge." "It is so pretty!" I said, as the music burst out again, and the measured steps of the advancing line of "red sashes" "Nonsense, Daisy!—it is military." "Is it? But Mr. Blunt did it a great deal better. Now they are going. Must you go?" "Yes. What are you going to do to-morrow?" "I don't know—I suppose we shall go into the woods again." "When the examination is over, I can attend to you. I haven't much time just now. But there is really nothing to be done here, since one can't get on horseback out of the hours." "I don't want anything better than I can get on my own feet," I said joyously. "I find plenty to do." "Look here, Daisy," said Preston—"don't you turn into a masculine, muscular woman, that can walk her twenty miles and wear hobnailed shoes—like the Yankees you are among. Don't forget that you are the daughter of a Southern gentleman—" He touched his cap hastily and turned away—walking with those measured steps towards the barracks; whither now all the companies of grey figures were in full retreat. I stood wondering, and then slowly returned with my friends to the hotel; much puzzled to account for Preston's discomposure and strange injunctions. The sunlight had left the tops of the hills; the river slept in the gathering grey shadows, soft, tranquil, reposeful. Before I got to the hotel, I had quite made up my mind that my cousin's eccentricities were of no consequence. They recurred to me, however, and were as puzzling as ever. I had no key at the time. The next afternoon was given to a very lively show: the light artillery drill before the Board of Visitors. We sat out under the trees to behold it; and I found out now the meaning of the "I understand," I said, at last, "I understand what it would do in war time. But we are not at war, Preston." "No." "Nor in the least likely to be." "We can't tell. It is good to be ready." "But what do you mean?" I remember saying. "You speak as if we might be at war. Who is there for us to fight?" "Anybody that wants putting in order," said Preston. "The Indians." "O Preston, Preston!" I exclaimed. "The Indians! when we have been doing them wrong ever since the white men came here; and you want to do them more wrong!" "I want to hinder them from doing us wrong. But I don't care about the Indians, little Daisy. I would just as lief fight the Yankees." "Preston, I think you are very wrong." "You think all the world is," he said. We were silent, and I felt very dissatisfied. What was all this military schooling a preparation for, perhaps? How could we "Do you see that man, Daisy?" whispered Preston, suddenly in my ear. "That one talking to a lady in blue." We were on the parade ground, among a crowd of spectators, for the hotels were very full, and the Point very gay now. I said I saw him. "That is a great man." "Is he?" I said, looking and wondering if a great man could hide behind such a physiognomy. "Other people think so, I can tell you," said Preston. "Nobody knows what that man can do. That is Davis of Mississippi." The name meant nothing to me then. I looked at him as I would have looked at another man. And I did not like what I saw. Something of sinister, nothing noble, about the countenance; power there might be—Preston said there was—but the power of the fox and the vulture it seemed to me; sly, crafty, selfish, cruel. "If nobody knows what he can do, how is it so certain that he is a great man?" I asked. Preston did not answer. "I hope there are not many great men that look like him." I went on. "Nonsense, Daisy!" said Preston, in an energetic whisper. "That is Davis of Mississippi." "Well?" said I. "That is no more to me than if he were Jones of New York." "Daisy!" said Preston. "If you are not a true Southerner, I will never love you any more." "What do you mean by a true Southerner? I do not understand." "Yes, you do. A true Southerner is always a Southerner, and takes the part of a Southerner in every dispute—right or wrong." "What makes you dislike Northerners so much?" "Cowardly Yankees!" was Preston's reply. "You must have an uncomfortable time among them, if you feel so," I said. "There are plenty of the true sort here. I wish you were in Paris, Daisy; or somewhere else." "Why?" I said, laughing. "Safe with my mother, or your mother. You want teaching. You are too latitudinarian. And you are too thick with the Yankees, by half." I let this opinion alone, as I could do nothing with it; and our conversation broke off with Preston in a very bad humour. The next day, when we were deep in the woods, I asked Dr. Sandford if he knew Mr. Davis of Mississippi. He answered Yes, rather drily. I knew the doctor knew everybody. I asked why Preston called him a great man. "Does he call him a great man?" Dr. Sandford asked. "Do you?" "No, not I, Daisy. But that may not hinder the fact. And I may not have Mr. Gary's means of judging." "What means can he have?" I said. "Daisy," said Dr. Sandford suddenly, when I had forgotten the question in plunging through a thicket of brushwood, "if the North and the South should split on the subject of slavery, what side would you take?" "What do you mean by a 'split'?" I asked slowly, in my wonderment. "The States are not precisely like a perfect crystal, Daisy, "I do not know what line that is." "No. Well, for practical purposes, you may take it as the line between the slave States and the free." "But how could there be a split?" I asked. "There is a wedge applied even now, Daisy—the question whether the new States forming out of our Western territories, shall have slavery in them or shall be free States." I was silent upon this; and we walked and climbed for a little distance, without my remembering our geological or mineralogical, or any other objects in view. "The North say," Dr. Sandford then went on, "that these States shall be free. The South—or some men at the South—threaten that if they be, the South will split from the North, have nothing to do with us, and set up for themselves." "Who is to decide it?" I asked. "The people. This fall the election will be held for the next President; and that will show. If a slavery man be chosen, we shall know that a majority of the nation go with the Southern view." "If not?"— "Then there may be trouble, Daisy." "What sort of trouble?" I asked hastily. Dr. Sandford hesitated, and then said, "I do not know how far people will go." I mused, and forgot the sweet flutter of green leaves, and smell of moss and of hemlock, and golden bursts of sunshine, amongst which we were pursuing our way. Preston's strange heat and Southernism, Mr. Davis's wile and greatness, a coming "Whatever the Southern people say, they will do, Dr. Sandford." "Provided—" said the doctor. "What, if you please?" "Provided the North will let them, Daisy." I thought privately they could not hinder. Would there be a trial? Could it be possible there would be a trial? "But you have not answered my question," said the doctor. "Aren't you going to answer it?" "What question?" "As to the side you would take." "I do not want any more slave States, Dr. Sandford." "I thought so. Then you would be with the North." "But people will never be so foolish as to come to what you call a 'split,' Dr. Sandford." "Upon my word, Daisy, as the world is at present, the folly of a thing is no presumptive argument against its coming into existence. Look—here we shall get a nice piece of quartz for your collection." I came back to the primary rocks, and for the present dismissed the subject of the confusions existing on the surface of the earth; hoping sincerely that there would be no occasion for calling it up again. For some time I saw very little of Preston. He was busy, he said. My days flowed on like the summer sunshine, and were as beneficent. I was gaining strength every day. Dr. Sandford A few days after his brother's arrival, the doctor had been carried off by a party of gentlemen who were going back in the mountains to fish in the White Lakes. I was left to the usual summer delights of the place; which indeed to me were numberless; began with the echo of the morning gun (or before) and ended not till the three taps of the drum at night. The cadets had gone into camp by this time; and the taps of the drum were quite near, as well as the shrill sweet notes of the fife at reveille and tattoo. The camp itself was a great pleasure to me; and at guardmounting or parade I never failed to be in my place. Only to sit in the rear of the guard tents and watch the morning sunlight on the turf, and on the hills over the river, and shining down the camp alleys, was a rich satisfaction. Mrs. Sandford laughed at me; her husband said it was "natural," though I am sure he did not understand it a bit; but the end of all was, that I was left very often to go alone down the little path to the guard tents among the crowd that twice a day poured out there from our hotel and met the crowd that came up from Cozzens's hotel below. So it was, one morning that I remember. Guardmounting was always late enough to let one feel the sun's power; and it "Awfully hot, Daisy!" he said. "Yes, you are out in it," I said, compassionately. "What are you out in it for?" "Why, I like it," I said. "How come you to be one of the red sashes this morning?" "I have been an officer of the guard this last twenty-four hours." "Since yesterday morning?" "Yes." "Do you like it, Preston?" "Like it!" he said. "Like guard duty! Why, Daisy, when a fellow has left his shoe-string untied, or something or other like that, they put him on extra guard duty to punish him." "Did you ever do so, Preston?" "Did I ever do so?" he repeated savagely. "Do you think I have been raised like a Yankee, to take care of my shoes? That Blunt is just fit to stand behind a counter and measure inches!" I was very near laughing, but Preston was not in a mood to bear laughing at. "I don't think it is beneath a gentleman to keep his shoe-strings tied," I said. "A gentleman can't always think of everything!" he replied. "Then you are glad you have only one year more at the Academy?" "Of course I am glad! I'll never be under Yankee rule again; not if I know it." "Suppose they elect a Yankee President?" I said; but Preston's look was so eager and so sharp at me that I was glad to cover my rash suggestion under another subject as soon as possible. "Are you going to be busy this afternoon?" I asked him. "No, I reckon not." "Suppose you come and go up to the fort with me?" "What fort?" "Fort Putnam. I have never been there yet." "There is nothing on earth to go there for," said Preston, shrugging his shoulders. "Just broil yourself in the sun, and get nothing for it. It's an awful pull uphill; rough, and all that; and nothing at the top but an old stone wall." "But there is the view!" I said. "You have got it down here—just as good. Just climb up the hotel stairs fifty times without stopping, and then look out of the thing at the top—and you have been to Fort Putnam." "Why, I want you to go to the top of Crow's Nest," I said. "Yes! I was ass enough to try that once," said Preston, "when I was just come, and thought I must do everything; but if anybody wants to insult me, let him just ask me to do it again!" Preston's mood was unmanageable. I had never seen him so in old times. I thought West Point did not agree with him. I listened to the band, just then playing a fine air, and lamented privately to myself that brass instruments should be so much more harmonious than human tempers. Then the music ceased and the military movements drew my attention again. "They all walk like you," I observed carelessly, as I noticed a measured step crossing the camp ground. "Do they?" said Preston sneeringly. "I flatter myself I do not walk like all of them. If you notice more closely, Daisy, you will see a difference. You can tell a Southerner, on foot or on horseback, from the sons of tailors and farmers—strange if you couldn't!" "I think you are unjust, Preston," I said. "You should not talk so. Major Blunt walks as well and stands much better than any officer I have seen; and he is from Vermont; and Capt. Percival is from South Carolina, and Mr. Hunter is from Virginia, and Col. Forsyth is from Georgia. They are all of them less graceful than Major Blunt." "What do you think of Dr. Sandford?" said Preston in the same tone; but before I could answer I heard a call of "Gary So much to a back view of character; which engrossed me till my two statues went away. A little while after Preston came. "Are you here yet?" he said. "Don't you like to have me here?" "It's hot. And it is very stupid for you, I should think. Where is Mrs. Sandford?" "She thinks as you do, that it is stupid." "You ought not to be here without some one." "Why not? What cadet was that who called you, Preston?" "Called me? Nobody called me." "Yes he did. When you were sitting with me. Who was it?" "I don't know!" said Preston. "Good-bye. I shall be busy for a day or two." "Then you cannot go to Fort Putnam this afternoon?" "Fort Putnam? I should think not. It will be broiling to-day." And he left me. Things had gone wrong with Preston lately, "Miss Randolph, my friend Mr. Thorold has begged me to introduce him to you." It was my friend of the omnibus. I think we liked each other at this very first moment. I looked up at a manly, well-featured face, just then lighted with a little smile of deference and recognition; but permanently lighted with the brightest and quickest hazel eyes that I ever saw. Something about the face pleased me on the instant. I believe it was the frankness. "I have to apologize for my rudeness, in calling a gentleman away from you, Miss Randolph, in a very unceremonious manner, a little while ago." "Oh, I know," I said. "I saw what you did with him." "Did I do anything with him?" "Only called him to his duty, I suppose." "Precisely. He was very excusable for forgetting it; but it might have been inconvenient." "Do you think it is ever excusable to forget duty?" I asked; and I was rewarded with a swift flash of fun in the hazel eyes, that came and went like forked lightning. "It is not easily pardoned here," he answered. "People don't make allowances?" "Not officers," he said, with a smile. "Soldiers lose the character of men, when on duty; they are only reckoned machines." "You do not mean that exactly, I suppose." "Indeed I do!" he said, with another slighter coruscation. "Intelligent machines, of course, and with no more latitude of action. You would not like that life?" "I should think you would not." "Ah, but we hope to rise to the management of the machines, some day." I thought I saw in his face that he did. I remarked that I thought the management of machines could not be very pleasant. "Why not?" "It is degrading to the machines—and so, I should think, it would not be very elevating to those that make them machines." "That is exactly the use they propose them to serve, though," he said, looking amused; "the elevation of themselves." "I know," I said, thinking that the end was ignoble too. "You do not approve it?" he said. I felt those brilliant eyes dancing all over me and, I fancied, over my thoughts too. I felt a little shy of going on to explain myself to one whom I knew so little. He turned the conversation, by asking me if I had seen all the lions yet. I said I supposed not. "Have you been up to the old fort?" "I want to go there," I said; "but somebody told me to-day, there was nothing worth going for." "Has his report taken away your desire to make the trial?" "No, for I do not believe he is right." "Might I offer myself as a guide? I can be disengaged this afternoon; and I know all the ways to the fort. It would give me great pleasure." I felt it would give me great pleasure too, and so I told him. We arranged for the hour, and Mr. Thorold hastened away. |