‘They do look as Cromwell’s Ironsides may have done,’ said Averil; ‘as full of stern purpose.’
And verily Averil noted the difference. Had a number of European soldiers been passing so near in an equally undisciplined manner, young women could not have stood forth as Cora was doing, unprotected, yet perfectly safe from rudeness or remark; making ready answer to the inquiry for the nearest inn—nay, only wishing she were in her own house, to evince her patriotism by setting refreshment before the defenders of her cause. Her ardour had dragged Averil up with her a little way, so as to feel personally every vicissitude that befell the North, and to be utterly unaware of any argument in favour of the Confederates; but still Averil was, in Cora’s words, ‘too English;’ she could not, for the life of her, feel as she did when equipping her brother against possible French invasions, and when Mordaunt Muller had been enrolled in the Federal army, she had almost offended the exultant sister by condolence instead of congratulation.
Five months had elapsed since the arrival of Averil in Massissauga—months of anxiety and disappointment, which had sickened Henry of plans of farming, and lessened his hopes of practice. The same causes that affected him at New York told in Indiana; and even if he had been employed, the fees would have been too small to support the expense of horses. As to farming, labour was scarce, and could only be obtained at the cost of a considerable outlay, and, moreover, of enduring rude self-assertions that were more intolerable to Henry than even to his sisters. The chief hope of the family lay in the speculation in which Averil’s means had been embarked, which gave them a right to their present domicile, and to a part of the uncleared waste around them; and would, when Massissauga should begin to flourish, place them in affluence. The interest of the portions of the two younger girls was all that was secure, since these were fortunately still invested at home. Inhabitants did not come, lots of land were not taken; and the Mullers evidently profited more by the magnificent harvest produced by their land than by the adventure of city founding. Still, plenty and comfort reigned in their house, and Cora had imported a good deal of refinement and elegance, which she could make respected where Averil’s attempts were only sneered down. Nor had sickness tried her household. Owing partly to situation—considerably above the level of River Street—partly to the freer, more cleared and cultivated surroundings—partly likewise to experience, and Cousin Deborah’s motherly watchfulness—the summer had passed without a visitation of ague, though it seemed to be regarded as an adjunct of spring, as inevitable as winter frost. Averil trembled at the thought, but there was no escape; there were absolutely no means of leaving the spot, or of finding maintenance elsewhere. Indeed, Cora’s constant kindness and sympathy were too precious to be parted with, even had it been possible to move. After the boarding-house, Massissauga was a kind of home; and the more spirits and energy failed, the more she clung to it.
Mr. Muller had lately left home to arrange for the sale of his corn, and had announced that he might perhaps pay a visit to his son Mordaunt in the camp at Lexington. Cora was expecting a letter from him, and the hope that ‘Dr. Warden’ might bring one from the post-office at Winiamac had been one cause of her visit on this afternoon; for the mammoth privileges of Massissauga did not include a post-office, nor the sight of letters more than once a week.
The table had just been covered with preparations for a meal, and the glow of the fire was beginning to brighten the twilight, when the sound of a horse’s feet came near, and Henry rode past the window, but did not appear for a considerable space, having of late been reduced to become his own groom. But even in the noise of the hoofs, even in the wave of the hand, the girls had detected gratified excitement.
‘Charleston has surrendered! The rebels have submitted!’ cried Cora.
And Averil’s heart throbbed with its one desperate hope. No! That would have brought him in at once.
After all, both were in a state to feel it a little flat when he came in presenting a letter to Miss Muller, and announcing, ‘I have had a proposal, ladies; what would you say to seeing me a surgeon to the Federal forces?—Do you bid me go, Miss Muller?’
‘I bid every one go who can be useful to my country,’ said Cora.
‘Don’t look alarmed, Averil,’ said Henry, affectionately, as he met her startled eyes; ‘there is no danger. A surgeon need never expose himself.’
‘But how—what has made you think of it?’ asked Averil, faintly.
‘A letter from Mr. Muller—a very kind letter. He tells me that medical men are much wanted, and that an examination by a Board is all that is required, the remuneration is good, and it will be an introduction that will avail me after the termination of the war, which will end with the winter at latest.’
‘And father has accepted an office in the commissariat department!’ exclaimed Cora, from her letter.
‘Yes,’ answered Henry; ‘he tells me that, pending more progression here, it is wiser for us both to launch into the current of public events, and be floated upwards by the stream.’
‘Does he want you to come to him, Cora?’ was all that Averil contrived to say.
‘Oh no, he will be in constant locomotion,’ said Cora. ‘I shall stay to keep house for Rufus. And here are some directions for him that I must carry home. Don’t come, Dr. Warden; I shall never cure you of thinking we cannot stir without an escort. You will want to put a little public spirit into this dear Ave. That’s her one defect; and when you are one of us, she will be forced to give us her heart.’
And away ran the bright girl, giving her caresses to each sister as she went.
The little ones broke out, ‘O, Henry, Henry, you must not go away to the wars!’ and Averil’s pleading eyes spoke the same.
Then Henry sat down and betook himself to argument. It would be folly to lose the first opening to employment that had presented itself. He grieved indeed to leave his sisters in this desolate, unhealthy place; but they were as essentially safe as at Stoneborough; their living alone for a few weeks, or at most months, would be far less remarkable here than there; and he would be likely to be able to improve or to alter their present situation, whereas they were now sinking deeper and more hopelessly into poverty every day. Then, too, he read aloud piteous accounts of the want of medical attendance, showing that it was absolutely a cruelty to detain such assistance from the sick and wounded. This argument was the one most appreciated by Averil and Minna. The rest were but questions of prudence; this touched their hearts. Men lying in close tents, or in crowded holds of ships, with festering wounds and fevered lips, without a hand to help them—some, too, whom they had seen at New York, and whose exulting departure they had witnessed—sufferers among whom their own Cora’s favourite brother might at any moment be numbered—the thought brought a glow of indignation against themselves for having wished to withhold him.
‘Yes, go, Henry; it is right, and you shall hear not another word of objection,’ said Averil.
‘You can write or telegraph the instant you want me. And it will be for a short time,’ said Henry, half repenting when the opposition had given way.
‘Oh, we shall get on very well,’ said Minna, cheerfully; ‘better, perhaps for you know we don’t mind Far West manners; and I’ll have learnt to do all sorts of things as well as Cora when you come home!’
And Henry, after a year’s famine of practice, was in better spirits than since that fatal summer morning. Averil felt how different a man is in his vocation, and deprived of it.
‘Oh yes,’ she said to herself, ‘if I had let ourselves be a drag on him when he is so much needed, I could never have had the face to write to our dear sufferer at home in his noble patience. It is better that we should be desolate than that he should be a wreck, or than that mass of sickness should be left untended! And the more desolate, the more sure of One Protector.’