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One old man by the name of Banty, who had two sons in an Illinois regiment they being residents of that State at the outbreak of the rebellion was tied to a tree in the woods some distance from home, and remained in this condition till rescued by his wife. It became so intolerable that troops were held at Indianapolis for protection to the city and country.
Clark had led Con indoors, the Indian turned to Banty and remarked quietly, "You're right some ways; he wants tea, and the sun shines in his shoes, but he good King Georgeman all same, I know, me." "Guess you're right, Eena," said Banty. "There's something about him that's fine, just fine and simple and English." The Indian nodded and he made but one more comment. "He brave," he muttered.
"I know I'm an awful length and all that," he said, "but I'm only sixteen, don't you know!" Banty grinned. The "Don't you know," which at first horrified him, was, oddly enough, growing to be almost fascinating.
The English lad blushed like a girl as he met his Canadian cousin, but his handclasp was decidedly masculine as his soft London voice said: "Awfully good of you to come and fetch me, don't you know. I suppose you're my Cousin Bantmore?" "'Banty," was all the stricken boy could reply. "Oh, good! I like that, 'Banty. That's a great name!" exclaimed the tall Britisher. "You're lucky!
Cornelia had sent the little banty and her eggs to aunt Judy, that the chickens might be hatched under her care. "Laws, yes, honey, I'll go in and get 'em for you to see; but I think you had bettor not take them home yet, till they get bigger," said Judy, going back into the house. In a little while she appeared with a little covered basket in her hand.
Banty was no coward, but Con looked terrifyingly fierce and in dead earnest, and the boy's common sense told him that he could far better serve these stricken shackmen in doing as he was bidden. So after more explanations and instructions, he mounted and rode away like one possessed, Con's last words ringing in his ears: "Don't forget barrels of tar soap, and tons of tea.
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