Kincaids Battery

Kincaid's Battery

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KINCAID'S BATTERY
BY
GEORGE W. CABLE
1908
ILLUSTRATED BY
ALONZO KIMBALL

[Illustration: "If anyone alive," he cried, "knows any cause why this
thing should not be."]

To
E.C.S.C.

CONTENTS
I. Carrollton Gardens II. Carriage Company III. The General's Choice
IV. Manoeuvres V. Hilary?--Yes, Uncle? VI. Messrs. Smellemout and
Ketchem VII. By Starlight VIII. One Killed IX. Her Harpoon Strikes X.
Sylvia Sighs XI. In Column of Platoons XII. Mandeville Bleeds XIII.
Things Anna Could Not Write XIV. Flora Taps Grandma's Cheek XV.
The Long Month of March XVI. Constance Tries to Help XVII. "Oh,
Connie, Dear--Nothing--Go On" XVIII. Flora Tells the Truth! XIX.
Flora Romances XX. The Fight for the Standard XXI. Constance
Cross-Examines XXII. Same Story Slightly Warped XXIII. "Soldiers!"
XXIV. A Parked Battery Can Raise a Dust XXV. "He Must Wait,"
Says Anna XXVI. Swift Going, Down Stream XXVII. Hard Going, Up
Stream XXVIII. The Cup of Tantalus XXIX. A Castaway Rose XXX.

Good-by, Kincaid's Battery XXXI. Virginia Girls and Louisiana Boys
XXXII. Manassas XXXIII. Letters XXXIV. A Free-Gift Bazaar XXXV.
The "Sisters of Kincaid's Battery" XXXVI. Thunder-Cloud and
Sunburst XXXVII. "Till He Said, 'I'm Come Hame, My Love'"
XXXVIII. Anna's Old Jewels XXXIX. Tight Pinch XL. The License,
The Dagger XLI. For an Emergency XLII. "Victory! I Heard it as PI'--"
XLIII. That Sabbath at Shiloh XLIV. "They Were all Four Together"
XLV. Steve--Maxime--Charlie-- XLVI. The School of Suspense XLVII.
From the Burial Squad XLVIII. Farragut XLIX. A City in Terror L.
Anna Amazes Herself LI. The Callender Horses Enlist LII. Here They
Come LIII. Ships, Shells, and Letters LIV. Same April Day Twice LV.
In Darkest Dixie and Out LVI. Between the Millstones LVII. Gates of
Hell and Glory LVIII. Arachne LIX. In a Labyrinth LX. Hilary's Ghost
LXI. The Flag-of-Truce Boat LXII. Farewell, Jane! LXIII. The
Iron-clad Oath LXIV. "Now, Mr. Brick-Mason--" LXV. Flora's Last
Throw LXVI. "When I Hands in My Checks" LXVII. Mobile LXVIII.
By the Dawn's Early Light LXIX. Southern Cross and Northern Star
LXX. Gains and Losses LXXI. Soldiers of Peace

ILLUSTRATIONS
"If any one alive," he cried, "knows any cause why this thing should
not be"
Anna
"'Tis good-by, Kincaid's Battery"
And the next instant she was in his arms
"No! not under this roof--nor in sight of these things."
"You 'ave no ri-ight to leave me! Ah, you shall not!"
She dropped into a seat, staring like one demented.

Kincaid's Battery
I
CARROLLTON GARDENS
For the scene of this narrative please take into mind a wide
quarter-circle of country, such as any of the pretty women we are to
know in it might have covered on the map with her half-opened fan.
Let its northernmost corner be Vicksburg, the famous, on the
Mississippi. Let the easternmost be Mobile, and let the most southerly
and by far the most important, that pivotal corner of the fan from which
all its folds radiate and where the whole pictured thing opens and shuts,
be New Orleans. Then let the grave moment that gently ushers us in be
a long-ago afternoon in the Louisiana Delta.
Throughout that land of water and sky the willow clumps dotting the
bosom of every sea-marsh and fringing every rush-rimmed lake were
yellow and green in the full flush of a new year, the war year,
'Sixty-one.
Though rife with warm sunlight, the moist air gave distance and poetic
charm to the nearest and humblest things. At the edges of the great
timbered swamps thickets of young winter-bare cypresses were
budding yet more vividly than the willows, while in the depths of those
overflowed forests, near and far down their lofty gray colonnades, the
dwarfed swamp-maple drooped the winged fruit of its limp bush in
pink and flame-yellow and rose-red masses until it touched its own
image in the still flood.
That which is now only the "sixth district" of greater New Orleans was
then the small separate town of Carrollton. There the vast Mississippi,
leaving the sugar and rice fields of St. Charles and St. John Baptist
parishes and still