Captain Sam | Page 2

and you can't undo it. Until we get to Camp Jackson I mean to command
this company, and I'll find means of enforcing what I order. That is all. Right face! Break
ranks!"
A shout went up, in reply.
"Good for Captain Sam!" cried the boys. "Three cheers for our captain!"
"Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!"
All the boys,--there were about a dozen of them--joined in this shout, except Jake Elliott,
the mutineer, who had provoked the young captain's anger by insisting upon quitting the
camp without permission, and had even threatened Sam when the young commander
bade him remain where he was.
The revolt was effectually quelled. The mutineer had found a master in his former
school-mate, and forebore to provoke the threatened corporal punishment further.

The camp was in the edge of a strip of woods on the bank of the Alabama river, the time,
afternoon, in the autumn of the year 1814. The boys had marched for three days through
canebrakes, and swamps, and had still a long march before them. Sam had called a halt
earlier than usual that day for reasons of his own, which he did not explain to his fellows.
Jake Elliott had objected, and his objection being peremptorily overruled by Sam, he had
undertaken to go on alone to the point at which he wished to pass the remainder of the
day, and the night. Sam had ordered him to remain within the lines of the camp. He had
replied insolently with a threat that he would himself take charge of the camp, as the
oldest person there, when Sam quelled the mutiny after the manner already set forth.
Now that he was effectually put down, he brooded sulkily, meditating revenge.
As night came on, the camp fire of pitch pine threw a ruddy glow over the trees, and the
boys, weary as they were with marching, gathered around the blazing logs, and laughed
and sang merrily, Jake Elliott was silent and sullen through it all, and when at last Sam
ordered all to their rest for the night, Jake crept off to a tree near the edge of the
prescribed camp limits and threw himself down there. Presently a companion joined him,
a boy not more than fourteen years of age, who was greatly awed by Sam's sternness, and
who naturally sought to draw Jake into conversation on the subject.
"You're as big as Sam is," he said after a while, "and I wonder you let him talk so sharp
to you. You're afraid o' him, aint you?"
"No, but you are."
"Yes I am. I'm afraid o' the lightning too, and he's got it in him, or I'm mistaken."
"Yes 'n' you fellows hurrahed for him, 'cause you was afraid to stand up for yourselves."
"To stand up for you, you mean, Jake. It wasn't our quarrel. We like Sam, if we are afraid
o' him, an' between him an' you there wa'nt no call for us to take sides against him.
Besides we're soldiers, you know, an' he's capt'n."
"A purty capt'n he is, aint he, an' you're a purty soldier, aint you. A soldier owning up that
he's afraid," said Jake tauntingly.
"Well, you're afraid too, you know you are, else you wouldn't 'a' shut up that way like a
turtle when he told you to."
"No, I aint afraid, neither, and you'll find it out 'fore you're done with it. I didn't choose to
say anything then, but I'll get even with Sam Hardwicke yet, you see if I don't."
"Mas' Jake," said a lump of something which had been lying quietly a little way off all
this time, but which now raised itself up and became a black boy by the name of Joe, who
had insisted upon accompanying Sam in his campaigns; "Mas' Jake, I'se dun know'd Mas'
Sam a good deal better'n you know him, an' I'se dun seed a good many things try to git
even wid him, 'fore now; Injuns, water, fire, sunshine, fever 'n ager, bullets an' starvation
all dun try it right under my eyes, an' bless my soul none on 'em ever managed it yit."

"You shut up, you black rascal," was the only reply vouchsafed the colored boy.
"Me?" he asked, "oh, I'll shut up, of course, but I jist thought I'd tell you 'cause you might
make a sort o' 'zastrous mistake you know. Other folks dun dun it fore now, tryin' to git
even wid Mas' Sam."
"Go to sleep, you rascal," replied Jake, "or I'll skin you alive."
Joe snored immediately and Jake's companion laughed as he crept away toward the fire.
An hour later the camp was slumbering quietly in the starlight, Sam sleeping by himself
under a clump of bushes on the side of the camp opposite