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hospitals and on the steamers of the Sanitary Commission, and she saw the bleeding edges of the mighty war that at one baptism immersed the wide continent; but her child called her back, and she learned to love the cove among the Dunker hills, and to hunger for the books of human knowledge.

"Lloyd must not find me ignorant," she said. "And first I must learn the English language!"

So Katy set to work to destroy the old German sounds upon her tongue that had almost grown physiologically into the brain.

The Pennsylvania Dutch speech had no written language nor grammar nor fixed forms of orthography, and was a colloquial language with hardly any literature;* but it was spoken by nearly a million of the American people, less from preference than from one unvaried race intercouse of above a hundred years.

The long e where the short one should be used, the use of oo for u and of aw for the short o, the mixing of t and d and of p and b, of j for ch and of g for tsh, the confusing of the two sounds of s and of th, and saying ƒ for v and w for v, and the leaving out the h sound after w, were the true labors of the German Augean stable, which required a river of English to purify it; for, under a decaying language, ignorance hides like dust and mice on unused books. Katy was a little of a poet, and she set these defects in verse:

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'Eggs are not aiks, tunes are not toons,

Dogs are not tawks, spoons are not sboons;

A gill you drink, a chill you sweat,

At jests you laugh, in chests you get;

A gem you wear on a chemise,

But play no 'zell' on the polize;

The vine you grow, the wine you bottle,

The which you whistle, the witch you throttle;

It iz a job to chop Jane's chain,

Not, iss a chop do job Chane's jane.”

During all such exercise, in which Hugh Fenwick was a teacher to Katy, he received Quantrell's letters by the secret mail and suppressed their tender messages and contents, appeasing his conscience by the arguments that Quantrell was not worthy of his wife, and not entitled to communicate with loyal people. Many a prayer did Hugh Fenwick make as penance for this deceit, promising to "German Manual."

* Rev. A. R. Horne, Kutztown, Pennsylvania.

present Katy's soul in conversion at the altar as a brand plucked from heresy and sin; and he also sublimated his patriotism, declining outwardly to speak to a secessionist in Washington, while he was also the guest at Surratt's tavern in the country-until it had been rented to a dissipated Washington policeman—and, after that, a guest at the widow's Washington boarding-house, where occasionally harbored some lodger between Canada and Richmond with a rebel commission in one pocket and the government's oath of allegiance in the other.

Fenwick saw these things while he was in the public service, and cautioned the hostess mildly, but never expressed his indignant sentiments, if, indeed, he had any.

The part he loved to solace himself with, was that of a disinterested mystic, supervising, for authority, and without any earthly prejudice or consideration, the higher relations of the soul.

He had the self-love of a religious amateur who denied to himself the real purposes of his double-dealing, which were to mold Katy to his social likeness, marry her, and in some church or other, it mattered not which, become a comfortable and somewhat sensational ornament.

The mystery of such a being was, that he had a nearly devout respect and love for his friend's wife.

Hugh met both Abel Quantrell and Luther Bosler sometimes, as well as Nelly Harbaugh.

The senior Quantrell and Henry Winter Davis had both antagonized the President, as had the great body of professional abolitionists, partly because the latter were on record against him and their dear intellectual self-love, strengthened by the delights of having been right when only a few, resented the rule of a man who meant to obey the laws first, and, if possible, make the law and not lawlessness destroy slavery. With every personal ambition to emancipate these blacks, the President had even a higher duty-to preserve the republic, for which every aristocracy and court were lying in wait. Emancipation without America, which was nothing but the United States, would be like the voice of Rachel, in Rama, weeping for all her children.

"Cube it!" sternly demanded Abel Quantrell.

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'I shall," said President Lincoln; "and, if I understand a cube, it is a solid, and not a sound. We want our country back. You,

Uncle Abel, are like a friend I had in Illinois, who had a homemade cherry bounce, bottled up since his childhood, and powerfully heady, of which he used to drink too early in the morning, and it made him see everything in pairs. He was about your age, Uncle Abel-say seventy—when he celebrated his birthday by falling downstairs. He saw two balusters-one was there, and one wasn't there, and he took hold of the one that wasn't there, and fell all the way down."

The tall President had dropped into his chair while speaking, and rested his long feet on his heels, turning up an old pair of carpet slippers; and he now leaned his long arms on his knees, and almost shouted with laughter.

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Cube it, Mr. President!" again said Abel Quantrell, almost pityingly, at such levity.

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Abel," replied the President, "that reminds me of the saying, 'Which of you, by taking thought, can add one cubit to his stature?' It is not ideas now which can win the day, but armies. I want a victory in the field, and after that I may, as a war measure, set a date for the legal termination of slavery. Even then it will be a sound and not a solid, my friend, till our soldier-boys cube it with victory on all four sides of the rebellion at once."

The laugh was on Abel Quantrell, and reformers can not bear to be laughed at.

Mr. Davis considered that the President had not enough personal resentment in his nature. Surrounded by unscrupulous and malignant personal and political enemies, that Congressman wanted aid to smite them in Maryland, but the President was too noble to hate anybody.

The most complete and many-sided man of his day, President Lincoln was too original to have any petty intensity, and his way of meeting intense and narrow people with light jokes and laughter seemed to them the marks of a low mind.

The East was still worshiping appearances and studying European military history, while the West, with an every-day look on its face, was driving the great lines of the rebellion in, and only on the line of the Valley, indicated by John Brown, was the border still vulnerable to the enemy; and he was now to cross it, and invade Maryland.

Hannah Ritner arrived at Snow Hill one day in a hired buggy.

“Katy," said she, "the insurgents have beaten McClellan and

Pope, and crossed the Potomac! They are in Frederick City tonight. I was robbed of my single-footed racker on my way to apprise your father, and I came too late-his herd was driven off, and the old farm is a desolation! Catoctin Valley is held by the enemy, and they are investing Harper's Ferry."

"Hurrah!" piped Job Snowberger, coming in with the old Sergeant's gun; "I've persewered as fur as te heilich life, and now I'm backshlided and goin' to te heilich war!”

CHAPTER XXXIX.

LLOYD'S HUNTING-PARK.

It was natural enough that the guide of the insurgent army into Maryland and Pennsylvania should have been one of the Logans— the mountain slave-catchers. They knew all the by-roads, and, if the invasion had succeeded, the blood-hound would have been the next guide, chasing up fugitive slaves.

The issues to be settled under the South Mountain, and by the Antietam mill-stream, were the same determined by Charles Martel, on the plains of Europe-whether women should have souls, and Christians liberty!

The defeat of the Army of the Potomac there, might have made slavery the dictator of all future American law and policy; it would next have compelled Canada and Mexico to remand fugitive slaves, and the slave-trade would have been opened with Africa and Polynesia, and Europe forced to consent or fight; for men who would attack the United States in the proportion of one to three, would not hesitate to attack any state in Europe; and, in fact, the education of slavery had made the fiercest white race on the globe since Mohammed and his caliphs-a democracy practicing slave-driving had all the energy of a popular society with all the bigotry of Orientalism. The fatalist Presbyterian, to whom was consigned the capture of Harper's Ferry, as the principal result of the invasion of Maryland, would have been no unwelcome general to Abderrahman or Kara Mustapha.

There, under the fatuity of belief that the old mountain hole was important, the government kept a garrison of twelve thousand

men, while the insurgents also felt annoyed to leave this hollow post in their rear; and, turning to take it, they lost the great battle of Antietam, and also learned that their remaining sympathizers in Maryland did not enlist for open war.

Lloyd Quantrell, like many a one returned to his native State, kissed the ground, and heard the bands play "Maryland," and read the proclamation of the heir-at-law of Washington, that "freedom of the press has been supressed"; and next, Lloyd saw the Union newspaper office at Frederick destroyed. The more honest proclamation was that of the Maryland rebel brigadier: “Come, all who wish to strike for their liberties, and each man provide himself with a pair of shoes, a good blanket, and a tin cup."

The mountain counties had too few slaves to be interested in an otherwise causeless rebellion.* The false prophet lost nearly as many by desertion as he took at Harper's Ferry.

There an officer with great consideration for slavery was in command, and at the head of the government army was another who had rather instruct his President on the enormity of freedom, than go and strike the invader and follow him home.

Stonewall Jackson was the John Brown of his cause, and, like Brown, sat down in Harper's Ferry and paroled his prisoners; and the war was to continue till every influential officer and civil ruler of the two sides became fashioned to their likeness-a Union man had to hate slavery, and a disunionist to fear freedom. Stanton was the one great Unionist with the intensity of the secessionists themselves; they saw him and hated their own likeness.

Quantrell served as the staff-officer of a great slaveholder from Georgia, who had seen his political party break up and the Republican party prevail, rather than let his rival, the opponent of President Lincoln, receive the Democratic party's leadership. Jealousy, commencing in the party, had been the widening avenue to treason. This able man, who had handled the finances of his whole country, now found himself defending Crampton's Gap, one of two depressions in the long South Mountain wall; and as the government troops stretched across the Catoctin Valley to carry the pass, some

* "The section occupied by the Confederate army was inhabited by people who had, for the most part, very different views and feelings from those of the more southern counties. In the latter, and in Baltimore, thousands would have flocked to the standard of Lee," but if, and so forth.-Scharf's rebel and official "History of Maryland."

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