Part 14 (1/2)
THE CHOICE OF FAIRFAX
”Ours are no hirelings trained to the fight, With cymbal and clarion, all glittering and bright; No prancing of chargers, no martial display; No war-trump is heard from our silent array.
O'er the proud heads of our freemen our star-banner waves; Men, firm as their mountains, and still as their graves.”
--_T. Graves._
Although each member of the little party had borne himself well in the face of peril, now each one found himself in the utter exhaustion that follows unusual stress of mind or body. It was no longer possible to lighten the tediousness of travel by conversation, and for this reason the remainder of the journey seemed long and exceedingly wearisome.
Had conditions been other than they were both Peggy and Sally would have noticed the broad mora.s.ses which bisected the wide plains they were now traversing. They would have exclaimed at the acres of reeds which covered the vast extent of these marshes, and at the wild fowl which rose in clouds from them; for already the ducks were flying.
They would have discussed how these swamps became dangerous quagmires at a later season, and how the sandy soil, now so firm and solid under its blanket of snow, would become soft and yielding so that horses could scarce travel through it.
All these things failed to rouse them from the weariness that held them. The over-hanging branches of the leafless trees arched over the highway, and obscured the light of the westering sun. Further on, the road left the forest and ran by open fields and hedgerows of cultivated lands. It was not until they had pa.s.sed through a low lying plain, and crossed the broad marsh which separated it from the wooded heights of Freehold that it occurred to any of them that they were pa.s.sing over the battle-ground of Monmouth. Then, as the high peaked roof of the court-house came into view, Nurse Johnson roused herself.
”Is it not somewhere hereabouts that the Battle of Monmouth was fought?” she asked. ”Methinks I remember 'twas at the seat of Monmouth County that His Excellency's forces overtook the English.”
”Yes.” Fairfax looked about him. ”The hottest part of the battle occurred at yon parsonage; although I've heard that there was hard fighting over the entire plain.”
”Oh, don't talk of battles,” broke in Sally glancing about fearfully.
”Every bush and tree seems but made to hide an enemy.”
”Give me pardon, my dear,” spoke Nurse Johnson contritely. ”'Tis small wonder that you wish not to hear of battles after the experience of the day. I make no doubt but that all of us will be glad when we are within the sheltering walls of a house. Are we almost there, son?”
”Yes, mother. 'Tis just beyond the village a short distance, though I know not in which direction the farm lies. I will have to inquire at the tavern.”
The amber light of dusk was tipping the trees when the youth turned from the highway into the wooded road leading to his uncle's dwelling.
The farmhouse was gray and weather-beaten, set in a circle of cleared land, and ringed by the forest. There was something about the well-sweep, the orchard, the gardens, that spoke of neglect and desolation, and Peggy felt a chill go through her as she noted no stir of life about the place. From the open doors of the barn came no movement of restless horse, or low of cattle. Not a twitter nor cheep from the hen-house broke the quiet that brooded over everything.
Though it was still early twilight the wooden shutters were tightly closed, and had it not been for the light which streamed through their crescentic openings the house would have been deemed deserted. The girl started nervously as a night-owl hooted suddenly from a near-by thicket.
”I wonder if they are at home?” she mused aloud.
”Why, of course they are, Peggy,” answered Sally. ”Does thee not see the light?”
”Yes; but----” began Peggy, and paused expectantly as Fairfax, who had alighted, knocked loudly upon the door.
It was a full moment before a reply came; then a man's voice demanded sharply:
”What's wanted?”
”'Tis your nephew, Uncle Tom,” answered the lad cheerily.
”Nephew, heigh? I haven't any in this part of the country. You can't put in a take-off like that on Tom Ashley. Clear out! My firelock's ready.”
”Well, this is a fine welcome, I must say,” cried Nurse Johnson indignantly. ”Write for us to come all the way from Virginia to visit you, and then find a firelock ready for us. I don't think much of such doings, Tom Ashley!”
”Why a pox on me!” came in excited accents from behind the closed door. ”Didst hear that, Mary? That's Hannah Johnson's voice as sure as preaching. It must be Hannah and her boy.”
There followed the rattle of a chain, the drawing of bolts, then the door was flung wide, and the light from a blazing fire in the fireplace threw into strong relief the forms of a man and a woman standing on the threshold.
”Have in, have in,” cried the man genially. ”Mary, see to the opening of the stable while I bring the folks in. Ye are as welcome as the spring would be, though ye did give us a great scare. 'Twas a most unmannerly greeting, but 'twas not meant for ye. The times are such that no man dares to open his door to a visitor when dark is coming on without he knows who 'tis. This is a surprise. I had writ ye not to come.”
”You had, uncle?” queried Fairfax as they shook hands. Thomas Ashley had left the door by this time, and now stood beside the sleigh.