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Lovell insisted on standing a guard, so he took Rod Wheat's horse and stood the first watch, and after returning to the wagon, he and McNulta, to our great interest, argued the merits of the different trails until near midnight. McNulta had two herds coming in on the Chisholm trail, while Lovell had two herds on the Western and only one on the Chisholm.
The young man the Honourable James Wilshaw suddenly dropped his eyeglass and assumed an anxious expression. "I say, what's wrong with them, White?" he demanded. "They're large holders of wheat, and wheat's going up all the time." "Wheat's going up because they're buying," was the dry comment. "Directly they leave off it will drop, and when it begins to drop, look out for a slump in B. & I.'s."
With musket butts the men beat away the planking, hurled into the flood below burning scantling and brand, and trampled the red out of the charring cross timbers. Some came out of the western mouth of the bridge stamping with the pain of burned hands, but the point was that they did come out the four companies of the 65th, Wheat's Tigers, the First Maryland.
They were the Louisiana Tigers, Wheat's Battalion, upgathered from levee and wharf and New Orleans purlieu, among many of a better cast, not lacking rufflers and bravos, soldiers of fortune whom Pappenheim might not have scorned. Their stone wall leaped fire again. Steve looked to heaven and earth and as far around as the dun cloud permitted, then moved with swiftness across the potato patch.
He's got a lot of Frenchmen from Louisiana Acadians I've heard them called and they can't speak a word of English, poor souls! There goes their band again. They're always playing, dancing, and cooking rice. We call them Parlavoos name of their county, I reckon. He's got Wheat's Battalion, too. Sorrow a bit of a Frenchman there they're Irish Tartars! That's headquarters, sir. By the apple orchard."
When our South Carolina regiments would go out orders were given to be quiet, and during our stay at Mason and Munson Hill the utmost secrecy prevailed, but when Wheat's Louisiana Battalion had to relieve a regiment we could hear the beating of their drums, the loud shouts of the men on their way out, and all would rush to the side of the road to see the "tigers" pass.
The only difference was McDowell got his blow in first by pushing his advance columns forward up the Warrenton Road on our left, in the direction of the Stone Bridge. He attacked General Evans, who had the Fourth South Carolina and Wheat's Battalion of Louisiana Tigers, on guard at this point, with great energy and zeal.
The extra leaves were taken out of the dining table, the Wheeler horses had their barn to themselves again, and the reign of terror in the henhouse was over. One evening Mr. Wheeler came down to supper with a bundle of newspapers under his arm. "Claude, I see this war scare in Europe has hit the market. Wheat's taken a jump. They're paying eighty-eight cents in Chicago.
Pap's sold his wheat at a dollar and four bits. Peaches about half killed. Had good luck with his lambs. Wheat's lookin' unusually well. Beck Spangler's married Josh Wilson, whose wife died last Fall, leavin' him two little children. Brindle cow's come in fresh, with a nice calf, quarter Jersey. Copperhead's gittin' sassy agin.
Only think of my not having been to look for flowers before, this spring." "It hadn't ought to ha' happened so, that's a fact," said Mr. Van Brunt; "I don't know how it has." "Oh! there are my yellow bells!" exclaimed Ellen "oh, you beauties! Aren't they, Mr. Van Brunt?" "I won't say but what I think an ear of wheat's handsomer," said he, with his half smile. "Why, Mr. Van Brunt!
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