HPPOMMTTOX. BE War of ^^tbe Blue" ahd ^'fhe G-ray." LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ...... ioiBirigl^i fB.:— .2 ; Shelf UNITED STATES OF AMEEICA. APPOMATTOX. The War of "the Bltte" and "the Gray." A THRILLING AND ENTERTAINING DRAMA IN :fi"V"E] j^gts. By JAMES L. ROCHE. Z2>^^^ rv-^ MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE. \x V 3.r Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1892, by James L. Eoche, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. ERRATA. At pag*e 28, read immediately after the sixth line: — Blanche. [With a gesture of astonishment— in pouting tone] You're taking it very easy, Father — and a "Robber" — [Looking Rear — in tone of alarm] perhaps a Murderer! — hidin.s: in the House! — APPOMATTOX. The War of "the Blue" and "the Gray. ACT I. Scene T. [Oldham, a New England Village. Archibald Fer- guson's House. An Ante-room.] Gus Ferguson. [A young New England Lawyer. Tall, ath- letic, and of erect stature, with a serious, intellectual face. In every-day plain clothes, and wearing a dark soft Mat. With a firm deliberate step, entering by Right Entrance, a package of Mail matter in one hand, and an open Letter in the other. Halting — in soliloquy — in confident serious tone] It has come at last — the evil day on which our Country is to be drenched with fratricidal blood!— on which, from the Lakes to the Gulf and from Ocean to Ocean, will be kindled on our peaceful hill-sides, the Camp-fires of the greatest of "Civil Wars!"— [In regretful tone] — on which it will be the duty of the Northern patriot to go forth to slay his Southern brother! — [Suddenly assuming a gesture of horror — in thrilling patriotic tone] But did the pa- triot Heroes of the ''Revolution" fight in vain for American Liberty! — and did they bequeath to their Sons, to be capriciously "dissolved" by them, the sacred heritage of a "Union" cemented with their life-blood! — [In emphatic indignant tone] No! — [Advancing, a * step, and vigorously stamping the floor — in thunder tone] a thousand times, No! — [Reading from the Let- ter in his hand] While we can count them by the thousand yet — the admirers of the "Old Flag" — I greatly fear that the firm friendships contracted at Old 2 Act I. Scene I. *'Staff ord," between the "Yankee Boys" and their South- ern fellow-students, will soon be ended— that the strong bonds that made them brothers, will soon be severed — severed by them in a long impending Conflict! — But should it be the decision of our State, to raise the Stand- ard of "Secession, and draw her sword in the Cause of "Southern Independence," that service would be the most'congenial to me, in which— on the "March," and in the "Bivouac," and the "Battle" — the comrade at my side should be of my kindred, or of the companions of my youth; and I should therefore don the "Rebel" uni- form [Petulantly laying down the Letter— in rebuk- ing tone] The hot-headed young Southron ! — to a Cause that at heart he condemns, he would give his sword — and his life-blood, too — for the poor reason that it would be the Cause — [In tone of condemnation] the Treason-Cause of >^/^ "section" of his country! [Facing the audience — in confident tone] But older heads will soon be seen, for like reason abjuring their allegiance to their Country! — Indeed, they can already be seen at the Capital of the Na- tion, in Southern men traitoriously vacating their places on the floor of Congress! And they can be seen in the high Army and Navy Officers of Southern birth, who are basely deserting their country's Flag, to draw their swords under the Standard of a Rebel "Section!" And should further proof be wanted, that abler thinkers than those Southern students who suddenly severed their connection with Stafford College, have been de- luded by the heresy of Secession, we have it in the with- drawal from the Federal Benches — to go and take up arms against their Country — of grave Judges of South- ern birth! [In startling rebuking tone] But let them all go! — The defection of Southern men — that deprives us of some of our best "Captains" — can only serve to prolong a Conflict [In vehement tone] that must be closed — [In solemn prophetic tone] that will be closed with a crowning victory for our arms! — [With firm step and erect bearing, he departs by Left Entrance.] [End of Scene I.J 3 Act I. Scene II. Scene II. [Oldham. Archibald Fergason's House. A large Parlor. At Middle Rear, and Left, Front of Middle, wide open Doors. At Middle Left, and facing Rear, a Writing Desk. At Middle Right, a Mantle-Piece, with a hearth in which a bright Coal Fire shows in a Grate. A Sofa against the wall. Left, Front of open Door. Left of Centre, near Front, two Chairs — the one next to Left side, a large Easy Chair.] [Seated at Writing Desk, Miss Bessie Ferguson. Occupying a capacious Chair, Right, weil toward Front, Ben Adamson, Editor of the "Northern Light;'^ stand- ing before the Mantle-Piece, with his back to the Fire, Blake Stansbury, the Village Schoolmaster.] [A startling outburst of exclamations comes from Off, Right Rear.] Blake Stansbury. [Tall, lank, and conceited — well into the "Forties" — looking significantly at the great Editor — in, confident tone] That's late "News" about the movements of the "Fire-Eaters!" — [With bounding step, he departs, Right Rear.] Ben Adamson. [Of robust frame— with repulsive features, and a bushy head of slightly silvered Hair — well into the "Forties" — bounding to his feet, and looking Right Rear — in sarcastic confident tone] The Traitors are already at their bloody work! — but I've been looking for it. — [With hasty step, starting Right Rear] Yes — I've been looking for it. [The firing of a Cannon comes from Off, Middle Rear] Gus Ferguson. [With hasty step entering through open Door, Left, and with a gesture of Horror looking Middle Rear— in tone of indignation] Have they committed the fatal overt act — "fired" at the "Flag!" — [Looking Right Rear — in confident tone] And do I hear the ex- clamations of indignation that in our quiet village greet its announcement, as the terrible "News" is flashed through the land! — [Facing the audience — in tone of indignation] I am no "Anti-Slavery" Fanaiic— I am no rampant assailant of the South or her "Institutions." 4 Act L Scene II.. But when I see Southern men hastily returning from- every point of the Compass, to their old homes, and arming themselves for the avowed purpose of forci- bly extending the area of "African Slavery" in this fair land, [In emphatic tone] I will henceforth be "Anti- Slavery" — and Anti everything — and everybody — fav- orable to that unholy revolutionary project! Bessie Ferguson. [A pleasant-faced young lady, well above the average height — of lithe symmetrical figure — a year or two out of her "Teens" — bareheaded, with a wealth of glossy dark Hair in a coil at the back of a shapely small head. Wearing a becoming indoor Dress. Ris- ing and going up to her Brother — in tone of solicitude]] Brother, can't they settle it, without going to War" — Gus Ferguson. [Looking gravely down at her] No — no — my Sister! — [In emphatic confident tone] And "African Slavery" is a blot on the escutcheon of our country, that: nothing can wipe out, but the blood of Freemen! — Bessie Ferguson. [In condemnatory tone] It would be a sad' spectacle, Brother, that that would exhibit the brave Men of the North engaged in bloody Battle with their brave Brothers of the South! — [In tone of solicitude] And I hope that my dear Brother will not have occasion to- participate in a conflict in which the foe before him should be his Countryman!— may, perhaps, be his Kins- man! — Gus Ferguson. [In grave tone] What you say, my good Sister, is too true! — [In solemn assuring tone] But my Country needs my sword! — And for a soldier's exciting life, I must exchange the more congenial one of peaceful pur- suits — [In sarcastic tone] to fight the battle that Ben Adamson — and Blake Stansbury — and people of their type of thinking have forced upon us! — [Looking gravely at her] And you, too, my Sister, can take part in the terrible Conflict — and help your Country in her darkest hour! — in ministering to the needs of the wounded and the sick. — [With manly bearing and firm, step, he departs through Middle Rear.] 5 Act I. Scene II. •Bessie Ferguson. [Looking after him] I am proud of my Brother! — His "War" sentiments are tempered with moderation. He is no blusterer. — He is brave and patriotic, and he will give a good account of himself under his Counry's "Flag" — if we have "War." — Ben Adamson. [Bounding in, Right Rear -in exultant tone] They've put their foot in it, at last!— [Hastily crossing the Stage] The Traitors have put their foot in it, at last!— [He bounds out, Left Rear] Bessie Ferguson [Looking after him — in sarcastic tone] Gone mad at last, on the "Slavery Question" — Blake Stansbury. [Bounding in, Right Rear — joyfully gestic- ulating] Glorious "News!" — Glorious "News!" — Bessie Ferguson. [Approaching him, a step— in eager tone] What is it all about, Mr. Stansbury! — JBlake Stansbury. [He franticly bounds out, Left Rear] Bessie Ferguson. [Facing audience —in sarcastic tone] There goes another "Radical" Fanatic — with his head turned at last, by his "Anti-Slavery" "Hobby." — [Pointing to open Door, Left— in tone of satisfaction] I'll go on the Gallery — and there I may be able to learn something about this exciting "News" — that is driving the "Radi- cals" wild with joy — and that threatens to turn our staid old town into a very Bedlam. Ben Adamson. [Bounding in through Middle Rear — in indig- nant tone] The "NuUifiers" have put their foot in it, at last! — [In soliloquy — in sarcastic tone] They are seiz- ing the Government Arms and military Stores! — all of themthat they hadnot alreadystolen!" — and are secretly organizing an Army with which to occupy in force, the approaches to the National Capital— and prevent the "Inauguration" of our President! — [Bounding Right Rear — looking back — in exultant tone] "Forewarned" is "Forearmed!" — [A Fife and Drum Band playing a lively National air, is heard approaching, Off, Left Rear.] Blake Stansbury. [Through Middle Rear, bounding in, joy- 6 Act I. Scene 11. fully gesticulating — suddenly turning round, and point- ing Left Rear — in exultant tone] The ''Wide Awakes" are coming in! [Immediately, the "Firing" of Cannon comes from^ Off, Middle Rear.] Blake Stansbury. [Joyfully gesticulating, he bounds out,, Right Rear] [The Fife and Drum Band approaching, suddenly stops playing, and from Men approaching, Left Rear — "Marching" to the tap of the Drum — comes, in Solo — in thrilling tone] We're coming, Uncle Abraham! — We're coming, all night long. — [Men wearing high Hats and Glazed Capes, and car- rying long white Poles surmounted with small Tin Lamps, with military step show filing past — from Left to Right — at Middle Rear — singing, in solo — in thrilling, tone] We started out, a pitiful few — But we're now Ten Thousand Strong! — [By all — in Chorus] Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — Ten thousand Volunteers — The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — Her Sturdy Mountaineers! [Suddenly halting and facing Front — in Solo] We are the sons of patriot sires. And Patriots, too, are we. — We march as marched our brave sires, too — To Death or Victory! — [By all — in Chorus] Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — Ten thousand Volunteers — The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope— Her Sturdy Mountaineers! 7 Act I. Scene III. We tear ourselves from weeping wives! — From Mothers, too, who'll mourn And look for gallant "Soldier Boys" Who will never home return! — [Raising to their eyes, their Pocket Handkerchiefs — by all — in Chorus] Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — Ten thousand Volunteers — The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — Her Sturdy Mountaineers! [Facing Right, and "marking time," — by all — in Chorus] We're coming, Uncle Abraham! — We're coming, all night long. — We started out, a pitiful few — But we're now Ten Thousand Strong! — Ten thousand Yeomen from the Hills — Ten thousand Volunteers — The Vanguard of the Nation's Hope — Her Sturdy Mountaineers! [With quick step, they promptly proceed, Right] [End of Scene II ] Scene III. [Entrance to Encampment of "Oldham Blues," Off, Right Front. A Field Tent— above which the "Stars and Stripes" is waving— is in plain view] Captain Ferguson. ) Ben Adamson. f [With deliberate step, they enter to- gether, from the Camp] Ben Adamson. [Bounding before the Captain — in savage tone] We must not show any mercy to them. Captain! — and it will not take us the half of "Three Months," to drive the "Traitors" into the Gulf!— all of them that'll get away from us in the first Battle! — Captain Ferguson. [Gus Ferguson, in a Captain's Army Blue Uniform — looking composedly at him] How should we dispose of the Prisoners whom we should take in Battle— 8 Act I. Scene III. Ben Adamson. [In bloodthirsty tone] Raise the "Black Flag," Captain!— and give the "Traitors" no "Quarter!" — and you'll have no "Prisoners" to "Feed!" — or to "Guard!" — Captain Ferguson. Should some of our misguided Countrymen lay down their arms, and surrender to us, what should we do with them — Ben Adamson. [Violently motioning his arm toward Door — in emphatic merciless tone] Take the "Traitors" out, at once — and shoot down the "Privates!" — and "string up" the "Officers!" — That's the way t) make short work of the "Slaveholders'" Rebellion! Captain Ferguson. What should we do with the non-combat- ants whom we should meet on our way, in our advance through the enemy's territory — the old men, for in- stance? — and the women and children? — Ben Adamson. [Pointing back — in merciless tone] Dont leave a living enemy — of either sex, or of any condition — behind you. Captain! — if you have to burn "Rebel Sym- pathizers" out of House and Home! — and to drive them before you, to the Sea! Captain Ferguson. [In sarcastic rebuking tone] Would you have a great Army fighting victoriously for universal freedom, descend from its high plane, to wage upon defenceless women, and upon the aged and feeble, a ' ruthless War of "Extermination!" Ben Adamson. [Brandishing at him his raised finger] The pretty enemy in "Petticoats," Captain, has ever been the Soldier's most dangerous enemy. And should one of those "Down South" famed "Creole Beauties" — who are sure to be in great number in the Secret Service of the Rebel Government, and who, very likely, will be arrayed in the humble garb of meek "Sisters of Char- ity" — want to cross your lines, put her down for a "Rebel Spy!" — [In bloodthirsty tone] and have her immediately seized, and unceremoniously hanged from the nearest Tree! Captain Ferguson. [With affected seriousness looking at him] Mr. Adamson! what part do you intend to take 9 Act I. Scene III. in the work of "whipping" those refractory people whose annihilation you so urgently advocate? Ben Adamson. [Assuming a pompous attitude] Some of us should stay at home, Captain — to run the Govern- ment — and to "stir up" the "Boys," when there's a new "Call" for Troops- Captain Ferguson [Turning away— looking contemptuously back] To do the "Outrage" business, eh! [An "Assembly" call comes from the Camp, Off, Right Front] ["Blue Coat" Privates run in,' from Left Entrance, and hastily crossing the Stage, bound Right, into Camp] Ben Adamson. [Pompously approaching him — in blustering tone] And we'll go down there, ourselves, Captain — Blake and myself — Captain Ferguson. [Starting toward Camp — looking back — in rebuking tone] Yes — when the fighting is all done — and the plundering begins! — Ben Adamson. [Following him — in arrogant tone] And the New Government will need a little Army of "Loyal" Citizens— like myself — for "Tax-Collectors" — and — Captain Ferguson. [He motions him back] Ben Adamson. [Turning left around, and going Front — in tone of ridicule] What "part" do "I intend" to "take" in the great Yankee War of Negro "Emancipation?" — [In sonorous hearty tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! — Captain Ferguson. [He shows hastily returning. He sud- denly halts] Ben Adamson. [Thrusting his hands into a pair of deep breeches Pockets, and throwing his legs wide apart — in emphatic serious tone] To fill these little Pockets — [Patting his ill-developed abdomen] and to greatly increase this avoirdupois — [Putting his hand back down into his deep Pocket, and throwing forward his abdomen — in mocking tone] this is the very "part" that this bold patriot intends to "take" in that bloody Drama — [In sonorous hilarious tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! — 10 Act 1. Scene IV. [Glancing right round back — with a gesture of Horror — in tone of mortification — Aside] The Devil! — [With a bearing of humiliation departing hastily, Left, look- ing right around at audience — thrusting his hands deep into his breeches Pockets, and throwing forward his abdomen — in undertone — in hilarious tone] "Running the Government" — and ''stirring up the Boys" - ha! ha!— Captain Ferguson. [Advancing, and looking at audience — in sarcastic tone] Should he ever follow us, I thought it would be far behind— carrying an empty Satchel. — [With hasty step, he departs, Left.] [End of Scene IIL] Scene IV. [Scene II, repeated] [Beside Writing Desk — in view of audience — a large Black Satchel sets on the Floor] Captain Ferguson. ) Bessie Ferguson, j [With slow step, they enter together, through open Door, Left, and turn Front] Captain Ferguson. [Looking down at her, on his left — in serious tone] If it depended on my will, my Sister, I should be spared the sharp pang [Pointing to his heart] that I feel at this moment — at the thought of my sepa- ration — it maybe for years — from one so dear to me! — But at Washington, they are looking for trouble, soon — from some contemplated bold operation of the "Rebels"— of which they have secret advice. — And they have called upon the "Loyal" North, for Troops, with all possible haste! Bessie Ferguson. [In a Dress different from that worn by her when last seen, in Scene II — through her tears looking up at him — in sorrowful tone] Then, that expectation of the "Politicians" is not yours, Brother — that on sight of the "Boys in Blue" in force, the Rebels will throw down their arms, and run back to their homes; and that, therefore, your mission to the National Capital will prove a splendid "Pleasure Excursion." — 11 Act I. Scene IV. Captain Ferguson. [In sarcastic tone] The unprincipled Politician^! — of both sides! — who are solely responsible for the impending Conflict, have no idea of the magni- tude of their joint wicked work! — [In assuring tone] The brave Men of the South are not drawing their swords in a Cause that is dear to them, to sheathe them without "fighting" for that Cause! — [In earnest confi- dent tone] And "fight" for it they will — and "fight" well! — as they have always done! — done everywhere! — [In serious tone] And the "Oldham Blues" will be among the first Troops who will give them Battle! — Bessie Ferguson. [Looking up at him — in tremulous tone] How can I tell my poor Father — who is forever asking for you — that you will leave home, soon! — Captain Ferguson. [With a gesture of Horror] That in- formation I want withheld from him — until the last moment! — [In solemn tone] And would to Heaven that I could be spared altogether, the torture of a final "Leave-Taking" with him! [A Bugle call comes from Off, Right Rear] Captain Ferguson. [Pointing to open Door, Left — in urgent tone] Go tell him that I was in the House— asking for him — [With hasty step, he departs. Right Rear] Bessie Ferguson. [Looking admiringly after him] I shall soon lose the best of Brothers! — [Going toward Writ- ing Desk] What more tokens of sisterly devotion can I give him! — dear momentoes of home — that would be doubly dear to him when far away! — [Seating herself at Desk, and pulling open a little Drawer, at top — and withdrawing from it, a small dark Case, and holding it up— in sorrowful tone] When he opens this, [Opening it] he will find what I know he will prize dearly — [Holding up its contents] a Locket containing his only Sister's Likeness — and a Lock of her Hair! — [Consigning the articles to the Satchel, and pulling open, another Drawer, and looking into it ] And when he unpacks his Satchel, he will find in it — from his dear Father — what he committed to my charge, to put in his "Dear 12 Act I. Scene IV. Boy's" Trunk, when he would be ''going to the War" — [Holding them up, and tenderly consigning them to the Satchel] a Meerchaum Pipe — a Tobacco Pouch [Smel- ling it] filled with the best of Tobacco — and [Fondly kissing it, as she withdraws it] his own dear Likeness! — [Longingly gazing at the dear picture — in tone of sorrow] My poor old Father! [Sobbing, she tenderly consigns to the Satchel, the dear Souvenir] Archibald Ferguson. [Off, open Door, Left, halting in a fit of hard coughing, he is heard approaching] Bessie Ferguson. [Hastily closing Satchel, and setting it back out of sight] I dont want him to know what I've been doing! — [Rising and applying her Pocket Handkerchief to her eyes] And with telltale wet eyes I dont want to meet him. Archibald Ferguson. [Of robust frame, and with prepossess- ing, venerable features, and flowing White hair — in loose Dressing-Gown, and leaning on a strong Walking- staff, suddenly appearing at open Door, Left, he coughs convulsively] Bessie Ferguson. [Bounding toward him] My dear Father! — [Taking firm hold of his left arm, and leading him to- ward the Easy Chair] You have not yet got rid of that distressing Cough — Archibald Ferguson. [Falling heavily into the Chair — in sonorous despairing tone] No — my Child — and I fear I never will --get rid of that Cough. — Bessie Ferguson. [Seating herself beside him, and affection- ately smoothing back his disheveled Hair — in cheer- ing tone] But you coughed much harder, yesterday, Father — and you are looking much better, today — Archibald Ferguson. [Looking around the apartment] I coul 1 see my "Dear Boy," every day — before they made him "Captain" of the "Company." — [In tone of satisfaction] But may be he hasn't the time to spare — from his important duties. — And I want "Gus" to be a good Soldier -and a Patriot — like his Father. — [In trem- ulous tone] He's all I have! — but I'm willing to give 13 Act I. Scene IV. him to my Country — in her present hour ot great peril! — Bessie Ferguson. [Sobbing, she turns her face away] [A thrilling martial air comes from Off, Right Rear] Archibald Ferguson. [Glancing Rear — in soliloquy — in grave tone] I always believed that it would come to this — soon or late! — But I didn't want to live to see it! — [Abstractedly — in tremulous tone] We'll be very lonely, when "Gus" is gone! — [Sobbing, he pulls out his Red Silk Handkerchief, and applies it to his eyes] Bessie Ferguson. [With her face turned away, she sobs im- moderately] Archibald Ferguson. [Turning to his Daughter — in tremulous tone] My Child! — who will you have for "Protector" — when your Brother is gone to the '-War." — Bessie Ferguson. [Looking Heavenward — then, with tear- stained face turning to her aged Father — in tone of affected confidence] I'll have you, my dear Father! — [Sobbing violently, she buries her face on his breast] Archibald Ferguson. [Protectingly throwing his arms over her — abstractedly — in deliberate, sorrowful tone] No — my Child — I didn't want to live to see this War! — Bessie Ferguson. [Looking up at him — in eager tone] Will it be a long ''War," Father? — Archibald Ferguson. [In grave assuring tone] It will, my Child — be a great "War!" — and before it is ended, the Land will be filled with "Soldiers' Widows and Or- phans!" — and "Soldiers' Mothers" lamenting the loss of only Sons! — and "Soldiers' Sisters" bewailing the loss of only Brothers! — Bessie Ferguson. [Impatiently looking Rear — in poignant tone of grief] How can I part with my only Brother! — [Sob- bing violently, she buries her face on her Father's breast J Archibald Ferguson. [Protectingly throwing his arms over his distressedChild, he bows his head, contemplatively] Captain Ferguson. [With hasty step he enters by Right Rear. — Looking across the apartment, he assumes a 14 Act I. Scene IV. g-esture of surprise, and suddenly halts. Looking Front — in a tone of satisfaction — Aside] They think I have gone! — and what a beautiful Picture of Resigna- tion! — [In exultant tone — Aside] I am spared the terri- ble ordeal of "Leave-Taking!" — [With light step hastily going and getting his Satchel, and with it hastily start- ing toward Right Rear — halting and dropping his head — in tremulous tone — Aside] But I must not leave without my Father's Blessing! — [Turning round and looking toward her — in confiding tone — Aside] And my devoted Sister's Prayers may prove the Amulet that would keep me unharmed through many a bloody field! — [With light step he goes and sets back Satchel, - and with firm step starts toward his Father and his Sister] Bessie Ferguson. [Bounding toward him — in joyful tone] My dear Brother! — [Rapturously embracing him] Why didn't I hear you come in! — [Taking hold of his hand, and leading him toward him] Your dear Father is long- ing to see you — Captain Ferguson. [Bounding into the seat beside him, and seizing the extended hand— in tone of deep affection] My dear Father!— Archibald Ferguson. [Looking dotingly at him — in subdued tone of parental authority] My "Dear Boy!" I want a little of your company before I let you leave me. — Indeed, I want a good deal of it. — [In grave tone] And I have a few words of advice to give you, my Dear Boy — for your guidance, when your old home — with its hal- lowed influences — is far behind you! Captain Ferguson. [Looking admiringly at him] My dear Father! your advice has ever been — and shall ever be— law to me! — Archibald Ferguson. [In tremulous tone] Never has a Father been more blessed with a dutiful son! — and I'm proud of my "Dear Boy!" — [Bowing his head, he sobs violently] Captain Ferguson. [In emphatic earnest tone] The principles instilled into my mind, from my youth — by precept and 15 Act I. Scene IV. example— by you, my dear Father! — and with which I have won the confidence and esteem of my fellow-citi- zens of all classes — of this my native town — shall be my principles— ^my only principles — in a service in which Inhumanity, Mercilessness, Violence to the finer feelings of the heart, and all Uncharitableness, may be the highest recommendation to promotion! — Archibald Ferguson. [In tone of satisfaction] Then, you will not come home to me, my ''Dear Boy," a great "Gen- eral" — [Pointing illustratively to his breast — in tone of condemnation] with your breast without, decorated with dazzling "Stars" — [Darting at his breast, his forefinger— in sarcastic tone] but within — to your grave — tortured with poignant "Recollections" of the savage deeds of warfare to which you should owe your distinction! — Captain Ferguson. When the work shall be finished, for which I quit, today, the more congenial pursuits of private life- Archibald Ferguson. [Eagerly — in assumptive tone] You will put up your sword, my Boy, and head your Command for home. — Captain Ferguson. [Pointing Right Rear, and with his arm motioning upward] When our Flag shall be reinstated in its former high places throughout the land — Archibald Ferguson. [In positive tone] The "War" should then be at end, my Boy — [From Off, Right Rear, comes the thrilling air of "Rally Round the Flag, Boys," immediately followed with an outburst of loud cheering] Captain Ferguson. [Rising, and backing, a step — in tone of patriotic determination] When the bold bad men who sacrilegiously lay violent hands, today, [Pointing back, Right Rear] upon the "Stars and Stripes," yhall be chastised for that high offence, until they are able to fight no more; and sore at heart and jnaimed in limb, they lay down their arms and sue for peace — Bessie Ferguson. [Looking earnestly up at him — in commis- erative tone] To return to ruined homes! — 16 Act I. Scene IV. Archibald Ferguson. [Earnestly looking up at him— in confi- dent tone] You wouldn't help the rascally "Politicians" to run them down, then, in a merciless "Raid" of "Plunder"— ^ Captain Ferguson. [Looking down at his Father — in emphatic tone] It is cowardly--it is infamous, to persecute a con- quered people!" — Archibald Ferguson. And should one of their exacting "War Measures" make the rash utterances of Southern women^ an offence punishable with incarceration — Captain Ferguson. [Looking assuringly down at him — in ear- nest tone] Let her be friend, or let her be foe, I will ever be found ready to befriend a woman in distress! — I hold in too much reverence, [Reverently glancing Heavenward] my sainted Mother's Sex, to ever assist to deprive a Spirited woman of her independence! — [In sarcastic tone of condemnation] And a Ukase so bar- barous! — so unworthy of our Country! — so unworthy of our Age! — should, be avowedly disobeyed by at least [Deliberately pointing to himself] one "Loyal" Union Soldier!— Archibald Ferguson. [With the aid of his staff, promptly ris- ing, and heartily embracing him — in tremulous tone of deep affection] You shall have your Father's "Blessing," ) for your "Protection," my "Dear Boy!" — Bessie Ferguson. [Going up to him, and looking admiringly up at him — in earnest tone] And your Sister's Prayers [Reverently looking Heavenward — in solemn tone] shall ascend for 3^ou, dear Brother! — Morning, Noon, and Night— until you return home to her! — [Sobbing, she throws her head upon his shoulder] [Suddenly, from Off, Right Rear, comes a thrilling "Marching" air on a Bass Drum, approaching, imme- diately followed by the heavy tread of "Marching" Troops] Archibald Ferguson. [Excitedly looking Right Rear, he looks at his Son] 17 Act I. Scene IV. Captain Ferguson. [Looking significantly at his Father, he sadly bows his head] Archibald Ferguson. [Looking distressingly up at him — in tremulous agonizing tone] Is my "Dear Boy" leaving me — so soon! — [Sobbing violently, he throws his head upon his shoulder] Captain Ferguson. [Looking sadly at his Sister and his Father, violently sobbing — with heads bowed upon his should- ers—looking at audience— in indignafit sarcastic tone] My dear Country has been grossly insulted by her "Dis- loyal" Sons! — who have [Throwing up his arm and vio- lently motioning it downward] pulled down from its high place— [Stamping the floor] and trampled upon it — [A large Starry Banner, borne aloft by a stalworth Blue Coat, shows at Middle Rear, slowly passing from Right to Left] Captain Ferguson. [Turning round and pointing admiringly Rea,r] Her glorious and unsullied Flag! — [A Fife and Drum Band playing "Rally Rbund the Flag, Boys" is passing close behind Archibald Ferguson. ) Bessie Ferguson. f [Violently sobbing, they seize firm hold on him] Captain Fsrguson. [With bowed head looking at his Sister and his Father clinging to him — in deliberate sorrow- ful tone] It is to help to chastise the red-handed authors of that unpardonable outrage, [The "Oldham Blues" suddenly show filing past with heavy measured tread] That I must now sever the strong ties that bind me to this dear Home! [Citizens — with noticeably grave demeanor — show passing behind the Oldham Blues] [Tableau] [End of Scene IV.] [end of act I.] 18 Act II. Scene L IN encore: Captain Ferguson. [With bowed head, and Handkerchief to his eyes, he slowly backs Rear] Bessie Ferguson. [With her gaze fixed on her departing Brother, she leads her Father — tottering, and leaning on his staff — toward Sofa, Left] ACT II. Scene I. [New Orleans. Esplanade Street. Louis Daponte's House. A large Drawing-Room. Right Rear and Left Rear, open Doors. At Middle Rear, wide open Door. Left, a little Front of Middle, an open Door. Against wall. Left, Front of open Door, a Sofa. Through Mid- dle Rear, Steamboats show passing from Left to Right] [Off, Left Rear, a Brass Band is playing ''Dixie's Land"] Louis Daponte. [A New Orleans merchant. Of average height, and slightly corpulent. Above fifty, but of erect stat- ure, and in a well preserved condition. In a becoming every-day suit of clothes, with hasty step entering through Middle Left, and with arm demonstratively raised, turning Front — in caustic tone of warning] Let them fire their first shot at that Sacred Banner — that received its baptism of blood, as it was triumphantly carried from Bunker Hill to Yorktown, by their patriotic ancestors — and as if by magic, enemies will rise up to them throughout the world, in the mailed friends of human freedom! — Harry Daponte. [A little above the average height, and of lithe, but muscular and compact frame. Looking about twenty-five. — In a becoming every-day suit of clothes, he excitedly enters through Right Rear] [A volley of joyful exclamations comes from Off Right Rear.] 19 Act II. Scene I. Xouis Daponte. [Promptly turning round, he looks Rear] Harry Daponte. [Going up to his Father— with a gesture of Horror — in grave tone] South Carolina has already struck the initial Sacrilegious Blow! — [Hanging his head— in tone of regret] and her gallant Sons are the first to rise in arms against their Country! — Xouis Daponte. [In sarcastic taunting tone] That dis- tinction can not sully the escutcheon of that Old Hot- bed of ^'Rebellion!" [With a gesture of horror facing Front — in soliloquy — in tone of condemnation] Her "Flag" insulted on her own soil ! — fired at ! — pulled down from its high place at one of her wide Gateways — where it was a Beacon lighting the way to the "Land of Liberty!" — pulled down [Stamping the floor] and trampled upon! — [In indignant exclamatory tone] By whom! — by her ancient foe! — [In grave tone] Humil- iating Confession — no — no — but by those who should ever-be found ready to defend it! — [In tone of mortifi- cation] by her own Sons! [In emphatic tone of con- demnation] by her own degenerate Sons!— [With head bowed, he excitedly strides Rear.] Harry Daponte. [Approaching his Father, a step — in confi- dent tone] The success of the Rebels would be sad "News," Father, to the down-trodden millions of the Old World, for it would deprive them of the Asylum irrevo- cably offered them in the rising Free Republic of the West.— Louis Daponte. [Advancing — in emphatic confident tone] The "Dissolution" of the "Union" — that would open to our jealous so-called "Mother Country," and to other rapacious Nations, a tempting field for the exercise of subtle measures of conquest abroad — would be promptly signalized throughout their dominions, by the despotic rulers of the Earth, with the forging of New Chains on their subjects! [The joyful exclamations Off, Right Rear, are repeated] Blanche Daponte. [Of lithe symmetrical figure well above the average height — with an intellectual handsome 20 Act II, Scene L face that is a happy compromise between that of the Brunette and that of the Blonde, and with a wealth of long glossy dark Hair. Just out of her ''Teens." Wear- ing a "Janty Hat and Feather," with a blood Red Sash thrown negligently over her left shoulder. With bounding step entering by Left Rear, and with smiling face approaching her Father and her Brother — in clear musical tone] Judging by the excitement of the pop- ulace in the streets— where the Bankettes and Crossings are blockaded with surging masses of men of all classes in their Shirt sleeves, and Merchants and Draymen can be seen franticly embracing each other — the Election of a "Radical" President has greatly "fired" the "South- ern Heart" — ha! ha!— [Pointing back] And Canal street — near Clay Statue — is the scene of a clamorous Mass Meeting, addressed from a Stand above which I could see waving [In sarcastic tone] every Flag — except one — [Turning away — looking back — in emphatic tone] that / wanted to see there! — Louis Daponte. [In chiding tone of parental authority] Be careful, my Child! — how you express yourself at the: present time! — Blanche- [Promptly facing her father] I don't care who hears me! [Approaching him, a step] I don't care who knows it — I like that Old Flag! — I like it for its glor- ious history! — on Land and on Sea! — [She petulantly turns away, and starts toward Sofa] Louis Daponte. [Excitedly approaching her, a step — in stern, tone of Command] Blanche! [Stamping the floor] I repeat, Blanche! — you must tone down! Blanche. [Turning round— in tone of resentment] What must I tone down for. Father! — [Approaching him, a step] oris it for my outspoken devotion to one Flag! — and that [Withdrawing from the folds of her Dress, and deliberately unfurling it — a silken Striped Banner stud- ded with glittering Stars — and facing the audience, and patriotically waving it aloft before her — in tone of admiration] the dear "Flag" of my Country! — 21 Act II. Scene I. [The Band promptly pi. 13's the "Star Spangled Banner"] Blanche. [Turning round, with independent bearing she strides Rear] Louis Daponte. [Following her — in serious soothing tone] When passion is reason, my Child! — and the will of the "Mob" is the Rule of the hour — Blanche. [Folding her Banner, and setting it down against the wall, Right, near Rear, she poutingly approaches her Father] Louis Daponte. [Significantly nodding at her] And it may become your duty, my Child, as well as your Father's — Blanche- [Looking submissively at him — in petulant remon- strating tone] Should we have "War," I, too, may be a Red-Hot Rebel. — But until the Secessionists commit some overt act of Treason — that would rouse the North- Louis Daponte. [Looking gravely at her] The "Rubicon" has already been crossed, my Child! — and we must now prepare for "War!" — for "War" in its worst form! — Harry Daponte. [In assuring tone] And the insolent Gage thrown down by the South Carolina "NuUifiers," will not remain long unanswered by the brave Men of the North!— are set upon her, in the City.— [Looking Left Rear — in petulant tone] It is high time for those Girls to be back. — [In cynical tone] It will not be a minute — after they get their eyes on those young Camp Officers — before they carry them off with them — out of my sight! Blanche. [Through Right Rear, she shows slowly approach- ing through the Lawn] Amy. [A pleasant-faced young lady of lithe figure — a little above the average height — in gay outdoor Dress — with long dark Hair falling loose down over her back] Josephine. [A pleasant-faced young lady of symmetrical figure — well above the average height — in gay outdoor Dress — with long dark Hair falling loose down over her back] Amy. ) Josephine. ( [With smiling faces, they leisurely enter to- gether, through Left Rear, and advance Right Front — toward Madame Robart] Madame Robart. [Hanging down her head, and turning right round Front — in soliloquy — in tone of self-reproach] They were sent here to me — to take care of them! Blanche. [In a well-faded Traveling Dress, her beautiful long Hair falling disheveled down over her back, and wear- ing a plain Janty Hat — with slow step she enters from the Lawn, and advances] Amy. ) Josephine, f [Looking Right Rear, they suddenly halt— in ecstatic tone] 'Tis Cousin Blanche! — [They eagerly bound toward her] Madame Robart. [With a gesture of surprise, she turns round] Amy. ) Josephine. [ [Rapturously kissing her] We thought— long ago — that you were dead — that some dreadful fate had befallen you! — 48 Act IV. Scene I. Madame Robart. [Eagerly going up to her and embracing her^looking kindly at her — in sympathetic tone] You look fatigued, my Child — Amy. [Looking up at her] And hungry, Aunt Louise! — Blanche. [Looking at them — in startling tone of earnestness] I am Starving! — Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror] Go, Josephine! and bring her some refreshment! — until Dinner is ready — Josephine. [She bounds through Door, Middle Left] Amy. [She bounds for a Chair, and sets it for her] Josephine. [She immediately returns with a huge Tray loaded with dainty refreshments] Amy. [Bounding up to Centre Table, and carrying it toward Blanche] You need a Table for your Tray, Josephine — Josephine. [Setting Tray before her] I hurried back to you, Cousin Blanche — with a Luncheon — Blanche. [With gloating eyes surveying the repast] You live well here — Amy. But you were not without luxuries down in the City, Cousin Blanche — Blanche. [Not raising her eyes off the tempting viands before her] They robbed us of everything they could get their hands on! — [With both hands she seizes a bone of Cold Turkey, and ravenously raises it to her Mouth] Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror turning away — in grating tone of rebuke] The Robbers had her nearly starved to death! — [In tone of gratification] And she hasn't come to me a minute too soon! — Amy. [From a Bottle, drawing the stopper, and pouring out a Glass of Wine] All "Creole" ladies drink Wine — Blanche. [Eagerly seizing the Glass, and taking a couple of generous sips] How I did miss my Claret! — Amy. We are dying to hear your account of your long incar- ceration by the "Blue Coats," Cousin Blanche — Madame Robart. [In sarcastic tone] And of her narrow es- cape from the Robbers — with her life! — 49 Act IV. Scene I. Josephine. [Bounding to back of her Chair, and holding up her beautiful long Hair] And with all of her beautiful Hair, Aunt Louise! Blanche. [In ridiculing tone] Of what use could my Hair be to them! Amy. ) . , Josephine. [ [In positive tone] To send it home— with your Jewelr}^ — to their Sweethearts and their Sisters — Madame Robart. [Looking assentingly at Amy and Jose- phine— in serious tone] I heard it, myself — that the Yankee Robbers were doing some dirty work of that kind, down in the City — Amy. [Looking assuringly at her] The ''News" was. Aunt Louise, that when the "New Commander"— "General Beast" — Something — [Immediately, a huge Cock-Eye Likeness shows for a moment, at Rear] had, seized all the Coin and Silver Ware — to the last "Silver Spoon" on which he could get his hand — and shipped it home North, he commenced a shocking per. secution of his helpless victims! — Blanche. [Dropping the bone she was picking, and assuming a gesture of Horror — Aside] The half of it can never be told! Madame Robart. [In sarcastic tone] What more could the Monster take from them! — except their lives! — Amy. [In grave assuring tone] Their "Hair," Aunt Louise! — [Pointing to that of Blanche] their beautiful Hair! — And the "News" was, that of that sacred personal orna- ment, "General Beast" — Something — [Immediately, the Cock-Eye Likeness shows again, for a moment] was stripping all the beautiful "Creole" Girls he could find within his lines, and shipping it North, by the Cargo! Josephine. [In confident tone] To be worn by his Northern School-Madams — 50 Act IV. Scene I. Madame Robart. [In cynical tone] No— no — for their Horse- Hair "Switches" are good enough for them! — Blanche. [Rising, and pointing to herself] I can point to one "Creole Girl" who would resist unto death, so outrage- ous a liberty with her person! — [She resumes her seat] Amy. But it is true Cousin Blanche, that they took from you, your "Jewelry" and "Silver Ware" — Blanche. [Looking exultingly up at her] I had timely warn- ing of the danger that threatened my "Valuables"in my own possession — Amy. [In congratulatory tone] Then, you had a "Friend" within the enemy's lines! — [In confident tone] in a "Confederate Spy" — Blanche. [Looking pleasantly at her — in assuring tone] I had a "Friend" in a mysterious Visitor, who, I fully believe, was a "Federal Spy" — Amy. ) Josephine, f [With gestures of surprise turning round — in tone of satisfaction] A "Blue Coat" "Spy" befriended her, Aunt Louise! — Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror looking at her.] What did you say, my Child! — that you met a "Friend" in a "Yankee Cutthroat!" — [Turning away — in tone of alarm — Aside] I believe in my soul, that the Robbers frightened the poor Child out of her reason! — and sent her to me, a complete wreck! — Amy. [Looking pleasantly down at her— in confident tone] Your escape through the Yankee lines must be a thrill- ing adventure, Cousin Blanche! Madame Robart. [Looking kindly down at her — in symi- pathetic tone] Surely, the Robbers didnt keep my poor Child all the time locked up in their Jails — Blanche. [Looking languidly up at her] I was kept a close Prisoner in my own House, Aunt Louise — [Suddenly rising — in indignant tone] and I could bear no longer, the insulting surveillance to which, by order of the brutal New Commander, 51 Act IV. Scene I. [The Cock-Eye Likeness shows for a moment, at Rear] all spirited "Creole Girls" were subject! Amy. [Looking admiringly at her] And in your desperation, you made a bold break for Belair — and Liberty — Josephine. [In tone of banter] With the connivance of a friendly "Blue Coat" Guard— ha! ha!— Madame Robart. [Pointing to Confederate Flag] We are now within the Confederate Lines. — [Pointing Right Rear] But we have for a near neighbor, a "Blue Coat" Bull- Dog — with a large force at his command — who wants to frighten us to death, with his savage visits — [Musketry Firing, Off, Right Rear] Amy. ) Josephine, j [With gestures of alarm looking Right Rear] Mercy! — there's a fight at the Picket Line! [The fighting is heard fast coming nearer] Major Perkins. [In hoarse bloodthirsty tone] Shoot them down! — Shoot them down! — Madame Robart. [With a little Shriek, fainting, she drops on the Sofa] Amy. ) Josephine, f [They run Left Front, where, cowering with fear, they turn round] Blanche. [Turning round, and looking rebukingly after them] Stand your ground! — and by your womanly courage, cheer your brave Defenders! — The ''Grays" [Enter, Right Rear, on the "Double Quick," Confederate Soldiers, who suddenly stand and turn round, and "Club" their Muskets] The "Blues." [Enter, Right Rear — in close pursuit — on the "Double Quick — shouting triumphantly — Blue Coat Soldiers with "Clubbed" Muskets] [The "Blues'' and the "Grays'' fight desperately, to and fro, across the Stage, and out Left Rear] Confederate Orderly. [Sword in hand, and with blood-stained face, he bounds in Right Rear — on the run — and out, Left Rear] 52 Act IV. Scene I. Major Perkins. [Approaching — in bloodthirsty tone] Dont let one of the Traitors escape!— [A robust muscular Blue Coat Officer — well above the average height — Gray- haired— with ruddy face, and savage look — in disar- ranged Uniform, with sword drawn, he bounds in, Right Rear — and looking savagely Front, he suddenly halts.— His eye falling on the Confederate Flag, he eagerly bounds up to it, and savagely tearing it down — in vindictive tone] We'll take along this vile sectional Standard! — this "Flaunting Lie!" — for a small Trophy — [Unfurling the Starry Banner that he carries] and re- place it with the glorious Standard of an Invincible Nation! — [Erecting it, and looking admiringly up at it — in emphatic confident tone] The great Flag of the Future! — the Flag of an Emancipated World! — [The Band promptly plays the "Star Spangled Banner"] [Savagely looking at the ladies, he quickly turns away,, and retreats by Right Rear] Blanche. [Looking up at the "Stars and Stripes," and with a gesture of Horror backing, a step — turning right — in in- dignant tone] Am I again under the odious "Yankee Flag!" — [Backing, step further] And did I escape from one Federal Prison, to flee to Another one — for Re f uge ! — Amy. I Josephine, f [Bounding up to her, and looking inspiringly at her— in rallying tone] We promise you lots of fun at Belair, Cousin Blanche — if you go with us — [Seizing her by both arms, and bounding Rear with her — in tone of excessive jolliness] ha! ha! — [Suddenly halting, they talk confidentially to her, in undertone] Madame Robart. [In tone of dissatisfaction — Aside] The im- pudent little Simpletons have already taken full charge of her! Amy. ) Josephine. ^ Blanche. ) [Intently engaged in merry conversation in undertone — in loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! 53 Act IV. Scene II. 'Madame Robart. fin curt commanding' tone] Blanche! — Amy. ) Josephine, f [Seizing hold of Blanche, and bounding out of sight with her — in loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — Madame Robart. [Looking'- Front — in tone of mortification] They are trying to turn that innocent girl against me! — [In sarcastic tone] to infect her mind with their ro- mantic notions — with the delights of "Fishing Par- ties" — which catch no "Fish!" — and "Moonlight Excur- sions" — when there's no "Moon!" — and I can't take her from them, too soon! — [With hasty step following them— her eye falling on the "Stars and Stripes"] This is my House — [Pulling down the hated Flag, and re- placing it with a Confederate Flag] and this is my "Color!"— [With proud bearing, she proceeds on her way, departing] [End of Scene I.] Scene II. [Fort Union. — Entry way to the Fort, Left.] [A Squad of "Blue Coats" carrying Muskets, headed by an Orderly Sergeant, enter by Left Entrance, in single file, and with measured step crossing the Stage, depart through Right Entrance] Captain Ned O'Harra. [With bounding step entering by Left Entrance — looking left back] Sorry to lose your com- panionship. Captain Fury — Captain Clement Fury. [He deliberately enters close behind] Captain O'Harra. [Halting and turning round — in tone of satisfaction] But the "War" will soon be over. Captain Fury — when all of us "Regulars" will be messing to- gether again, at our old Posts on the Frontier. — Captain Fury. You are not near enough to the source of patronage, in the present War, Captain O'Harra — to be favorably noticed for your gallant services. — Captain O'Harra. [In emphatic confident tone] It was unfor- tunate for "Little Mack," that he was too near to Washington City, to escape the interference of a med- dling War Department. The same may be said of that 54 Act IV. Scene III. distinguished soldier of two Wars — General Shields.. And it was most fortunate for Grant, that when his Star was ascending, he was too far away for officious inter- ference with his movements. — If Great Soldiers are made at Washington, Captain Fury, Great Soldiers are- also slaughtered there! — [In exultant tone] And I am glad that I am stationed more than a thousand miles away — where, for "getting Drunk," or for "winking" at a pretty woman, and such like indiscretions — "ungen- tlemanly conduct" — ha! ha! — I should be in no danger of being "court-martialed," and of having my long term of unrewarded service brought to a close— by a dis- graceful cashiering. [Confidentially approaching him, a step] Have I ever told you, Captain Fury, that I had a Lady-Love living not many miles from here — Captain Fury. This is the first I have heard of it, Captain — Captain O'Harra. [In exultant tone] A Charming Widow — childless — and "well fixed." — No, I haven't told you — [Taking him by the arm, and with leisure step leading him toward Right Front — in jovial tone] and I wouldn't tell you, now, if you were not going away — ha! ha! — I had a clear field, and I didn't want to give away a good thing. And if my suit materializes, my old Brothers- in-Arms will have a pleasant place at which to stop- over, on their Furloughs. [Through Right Entrance, a number of "Blue Coats," armed with Muskets, bound in, helter-skelter, hurrah- ing, and bounding across the Stage, disappear through Left Entrance] [End of Scene II.] Scene III. [Belair Plantation. Madame Robart's House. Scene I, at its close] Madame Robart. [In a well-fitting Black Dress — showing a well-compressed waist and symmetrical figure — with elastic step entering through Middle Right, and promptly looking to Right Rear.— Sadly turning away, and looking toward Left Rear — in tone of dissatis- faction] 'Tis now two whole weeks since that Girl came 55 Act IV. Scene III. to me — and I have not yet had a minute of her com- pany. — [Turning Front — in soliloquy — in desponding tonej And one of these days — when the ''War" is over, and "Refugees" are returning to their Homes — they will all be leaving me! — [In tone of anguish] It is terrible to be living all alone! — [In self-accusing tone] And 'tis all my own fault! — in my "Weeds" buried away in this House — instead of "fixing up" and going abroad, and passing for what their cosmetics pass, now-a-days — at the "Springs" — [With smiling face looking over the audience] and at the Theatres — ladies many years my elders — a "Charming Young Widow!" — [An explosion of hearty laughter, in loud sonorous tone, comes from the Lawn, Off, Right Rear] Madame Robart. [She looks gladly that way] Captain O'Harra. [From a nearer point — in thrilling Irish Brogue] In War or Love w^e can't be beat. For an Irishman the world all over. Is the bravest Soldier you can meet — [Bounding in from the Lawn, an Armless Sleeve dangling at his right side — with a Nose noticeably large, and of a flaming Red, and gaily wearing his Cap on one side] And an Irishman is the boldest Lover. — Ha! ha!! ha!!!— [He suddenly halts and makes a ludicrous Salam] Madame Robart. [Promptly advancing to receive her visitor — in cordial tone] Always welcome to Belair, Captain O'Harra— ha! ha!— Captain O'Harra. [Seizing the extended White hand, and cordially shaking it] I was thinking of you, Madame — and couldn't pass your House without Calling — Madame Robart. [Setting a Chair for him — in tone of grat- ification] You were thinking of poor me. Captain O'Harra— 56 Act IV. Scene III. Captain O'Harra. [Throwing himself into the soft seat, and looking back at her] An open confession is good for the Soul, Madame— ha! ha! — Bud Talbot. [Through Left Door Rear, a Confederate Scout is noticed emerging into view, and with stealthy step crossing the Lawn — in a Left Rear direction] Madame Robart. [In pleasant bantering tone] Then, you Soldiers will sometimes go out of your way, to call upon "Pretty Women" — tehee— [She bashfully hangs her head] Captain O'Harra. [Promptly looking up at her] / will always do it, Madame. — [Bounding to his feet, and looking seriously at her] It is when he is thinking of his Sweet- heart, that the Irish Soldier always has his best inspira- tion to fight. — And that's why his charge is always so irresistible, Madame, when he goes into Battle to the always dear music of "The Girl I left behind me." — Madame Robart. [She is giving him marked attention] Captain O'Harra. [Bending confidentially toward her] I've composed some Poetry about You, Madame. — It was my first effort in that line. — [Facing Front, and throwing forward his chest, and clearing his throat — looking seriously around at her] The Poets first composed, J when they were "head and heels" in love. [Throwing forward his Chest, and again clearing his throat — in rich barytone] Had I again my bachelor life. Before me all to go over, [Glancing around at her] The world should to-day have one more Wife — [Pointing to himself] And it should have one less Rover. Madame Robart. [Looking significantly at the insignia of his rank — in facetious tone] According to my thinking, Captain O'Harra, there should be one less "Captain," and one more "General," to-day, in the Yankee Army.— 57 Act IV. Scene III. Captain O'Harra. [Looking seriously at her — in emphatic tone] The "Volunteer" Officers — with their political influence — stand in the way of us "Reg-ulars," in this "War." — And all of them want to be "Generals" or high up "Colonels." — [Abruptly turning away — looking pleasantly back] You flatter me, Madame, — Madame Robart. [Looking admiringly at him] Why is it, Captain O'Harra, that in all the great Battles of the world, the Irish Soldier fought, generally, on the stronger side? — Captain O'Harra. [In tone of satisfaction] Ha! ha!— [Point- ing to himself] The Irish Soldier, Madame, generally makes the stronger side. — Madame Robart. [In serious, confident tone] Then, it is because they have brave Irishmen to do their hard "fighting," that the Yankees have not been "whipped" — long ago — by our brave "Boys." — Captain O'Harra. [In blunt tone — Aside] There may be a few grains of truth in that view of it.— [Looking pleasantly at her] The Yankees have never been "Whipped," Madame!— And if they have England and his Satanic Majesty against them, they have with them, gallant Old Ireland and great Jehovah! — And they can't be whipped in their present fight, Madame — [In bantering tone] ha! ha! — Madame Robart. [Shrugging her shoulders] That's only Your Opinion, Captain O'Harra! — Captain O'Harra. But that's my firm conviction, Madame — for with the propagation of an odious type of human bondage, for the Corner-Stone of your "Cause," Madame, [Pointing reverently upward] they are solid against you, up there! — [In emphatic tone] And there is not enough Power down here to make yours the stronger side! — # Madame Robart. [She dissentingly turns away.] Captain O'Harra. [Looking pleasantly across at her] You don't agree with me, Madame — ha! ha! — [Backing away, 58 Act IV. Scene IV. obsequiously bowing to her] And I don't want to have my first quarrel with you — ha! ha! — Madame Robart. [Looking around — in conciliatory tone] But I am not yet tired of your company Captain O'Harra. Captain O'Harra. [Pointing back] The ''Fort" is my Post of duty at the present moment, Madame— [Formally bow- ing to her, he turns quickly away, and with hasty step departs through Right Door into the Lawn] Madame Robart. [Looking after him — in pettish tone] He went away displeased with me! — And I had no business to talk "Politics" to him— what a Soldier never wants to hear — and what we Women know nothing about. — [Assuming an attitude of meditation] He's not young — and he's not handsome. — But he is brave! — and he has- young ways — [Bashfully hanging her head] like my- self — tehee. — [In a tone of mortification] I didnt go to the Door with him — and I didnt tell him Come again! — [With hasty step starting Right Rear — suddenly look- ing back — in exultant tone] He'll be looking back — [Merrily waving her White Pocket Handkerchief] and I'll be merrily waving to him. [End of Scene III.] Scene IV. [Belair. — A shady Glade leading immediately into I an impenetrably dark Thicket, Left] [From immediately Off, Right Entrance, comes in chorus, in a feminine animated strain] "Uncle O'Harra"— "Uncle O'Harra"— Amy. [In a Gay Dress with a fantastic Hat] Josephine. [In a Gay Dress with a fantastic Hat, which she wears gaily] Blanche. [In a rich Gay Dress with a black fantastic Cap or- namented with a blood Red Tassel] Amy. ) Josephine \ Blanche. ) [Hands joined, with leisure step they enter,^ and gaily facing Front — in hilarious tone] 59 Act IV. Scene IV. And he has the ''Cut" of a Born Rogue — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. And he is Irish — and has the Brogue — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. And he has a "fighting" rakish way, And he has Hair that is Silver Gray — He is Four Score, if he is a day — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. The clumsiest Bridegroom he would make — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. His Bride to his ar7ns he could not take — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. He went into Battle at Bull Run — Which was, you know, by our brave Boys won — With two strong arms, but there he lost one — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. And he could not kiss his charming Bride — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra — Without her help — and hard work beside — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. That's what he would want to do straightway. To his fair Bride on his Wedding-Day — His Big Red Nose would be in his way — Uncle O'Harra — Uncle O'Harra. [In loud hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — [From the Thicket promptly comes, in broad Irish accent] In the Name of the United Shtates, who comes there — Amy. [Excitedly looking at her companions — in subdued tone] We're at the Picket Line! — [Starting] Come away! — Josephine. [She bounds after her] Blanche. [Looking composedly after them] He's an Irish — man — and we needn't be afraid of him, if he does wear a "Blue Coat"— [From the Thicket comes, in Commanding tone] Ad- vance and give the Counthersign! — 60 Act IV. Scene V. Amy. I Josephine, f [Seizing Blanche, and bounding Right with her — in joyful tittering tone] Ha! ha' — [From the Thicket comes, in determined tone] I'll make yees laugh another way — Private McCarthy. [With Musket raised, he bounds in — look- ing across, he suddenly halts, and dropping his Gun, backs a step — and crossing himself — in tremulous tone] Holy Mother!— 'Twas the "Good People!" — and they were laughing at me! — [Despairingly hanging his head] And maybe I'm to be kilt in the next Battle!— [Pulling out his Scapular, and reverently looking at it] It has saved me in many a "Foight!" — [Reverently pressing it to his lips, and putting it back into his bosom, and picking up his Musket, and with bowed head starting toward his post — turning round and looking Front — in tone of resignation] If I am kilt, shure I will only be following a good many of my brave Counthrymen — in a good Cause. [End of Scene IV. Scene V. [Belair Plantation. Madame Robart's House. Scene III, repeated] Madame Robart. [At Middle Right, with a gesture of alarm looking Off, Right — in tone of trepidation] He's making y straight for this House! — [The Cantering of a Horse comes from Off, Right] Madame Robart. [Suddenly pointing Rear, and sweeping her arm from Right to Left^n tone of exultation] He's taking another direction! — [The Cantering stops, suddenly] Madame Robart. [Looking Left Rear— in tone of anxiety] Those wild Girls are running great risks, in their ram- bles—with the Cutthroats prowling about! — Amy. [She bounds in from the Lawn, Left] Josephine. ) Blanche. f [With leisure step, they enter together, close behind] 61 Act IV. Scene V. Amy. [With hasty step going up to her, and out of breath looking up at her] Aunt Louise! — we nearly got ar- rested by the "Blue Coats!" — [Looking chidingly back at them — in petulant tone] They wouldn't stop until we got to the Yankee "Picket Line!" — [The Cantering of a Horse passing from Right to Left, suddenly comes from Right Rear, Off the Lawn] Josephine. [Excitedly looking Right Rear, she nervously starts toward her Aunt and Amy] Blanche. [Undisturbedly, she looks curiously in the direction of the Cantering] Madame Robart. [Looking sternly at her — in chiding tone] Blanche!— are you not afraid of those Cutthroats! — [The Cantering stops suddenly] Amy. [In serious assuring tone] She's not a bit afraid of them^ Aunt Louise! — for it was as much as Cousin Josephine and myself could do, [Glancing at her] to keep her from running into the arms of the "Blue Coat Picket!" — Blanche. [Looking merrily across at them— in hearty tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!!— [Suddenly— and without notice — the Head and arched Neck with flowing Mane, of a Coal Black Steed, shows through Left Door into Lawn] Amy. ) Josephine. > Madame Robart. ) [With gestures of Horror, they scream] Blanche. [Quickly turning right and looking at audience — in ecstatic tone] What a beautiful Horse! — [The Rider — who shows only to Blanche — with his Horse, immediately backs out of sight] Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror looking across at her] Blanche! — Blanche. [With straining eyes she is looking through the Door] Colonel Ferguson. [Captain Gus Ferguson, in a Federal Colo- nel's Uniform — with modest bearing he enters, and sud- denly halting, looks intently at Blanche] 62 Act IV. Scene V. Blanche. [She joyfully advances, a step, and extends her hand] Colonel Ferguson. [Bounding up to her, he joyfully seizes the white little hand] Amy. ") Josephine. v Madame Robart. ) [With gestures of astonishment, they look Left Rear] Blanche. [Promptly leading him toward her company — point- ing to him — in jocose assuring tone] This is that "Fed- eral Spy" — ha! ha! — who befriended me down in the City. — [Looking from him to her — in courteous tone] My worthy Aunt — [Turning to them — in bantering tone] My noble Cousins — ha! ha! — Amy. ) Josephine, f [They bow graciously to him] Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in serious tone] I am again at your command, Miss Daponte, to befriend you at Belair — Blanche. [With a gesture of surprise looking up at him — in a tone of astonishment] At Belair! — Madame Robart. [In snappish tone — Aside] I'd like to know what service the Cutthroat could render here to her. — /Josephine. [Approaching her, a step — in sympathetic tone] Wouldn't it be nice, Cousin Blanche, if your "Blue Coat" Soldier "Friend" was stationed at the "Yankee Fort" — instead of Major Perkins — Madame Robart. [Looking morosely across — in sarcastic tone] We couldn't have that much good luck — if he isn't Satan himself — Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly across at her — in hearty tone] Ha! ha! — [In sympathetic assuring tone] You will receive no more "Visits" from Major Perkins, Madame Robart. — He has been "Relieved" by me, — Blanche. [Laying her hand over her heart — in ecstatic tone — Aside] There are joys for which there are no words! — 63 Act IV. Scene V. Madame Robart. [Eagerly approaching him — in tone of solicitude] I hope you have not ''relieved" our good friend, Captain O'Harra — Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in earnest tone] A braver Soldier than Captain O'Harra, doesn't live! — He is my esteemed Chief of Staff, Madame. — Madame Robart. [Promptly going up to him, and heartily shaking hands with him — in cordial tone] You are heartily welcome to Belair, Sir. — [Pointing to them] These Girls are my Nieces — "Refugees" in my charge. And their fancy for their ''company" seems to run to "Soldiers" — ha! ha! — [Bashfully h.*nging her head — Aside] And mine, too — tehee. — Amy. [Gladly looking from her Aunt to Blanche — and back — in congratulating tone] We'll have two welcome "Visitors" from the Yankee Fort, now — Blanche. [Looking joyfully at them — in startling emphatic tone] We'll have THREE!— \^0ViTi^\ng Rear, and disap- pearing through Left Door into the Lawn, she imme- diately returns, leading in a caparisoned Coal Black Steed] Colonel Ferguson. [Looking Rear, he laughs heartily] Madame Robart. [With a gesture of Horror, looking Rear — in tone of alarm] Don't bring the brute in here! — Blanche. [Advancing with him — in exultant tone] And here is ONE of them! — [Halting with him and patting him ten- derly — in ardent tone] / do love a fine horse! — [Looking eagerly across at the Colonel — in inquiring tone] I hope he has a pretty Name — Colonel Ferguson. [Looking pleasantly at her — in bland tone] APPOMATTOX— Blanche. [Patting him caressingly — looking pleasantly up at the Colonel — in rapturous tone] Then, he's a Southern Horse!— and I like him the better for it — Colonel Ferguson. [Looking jestingly at her — in bland assur- ing tone] Not since we brought him to our Side — where he gets all the OATS that he wants — ha! ha! 64 Act IV. Scene V. Madame Robart. [Looking rebukingly at Appomattox— in sarcastic tone] I don't like man or Horse — that changes his Politics — Colonel Ferguson. [In hearty ludicrous tone] Ha! ha!! ha!!! — Blanche. [Kindly patting the noble animal— in jocular tone] Ha! ha!— [The iDud ringing of a Dining-Room Bell comes from Off, Door, Middle Left] Madame Robart. ) Amy. \ Josephine. ) [Looking graciously at the Colonel, they step into line with him — on his right] Blanche. [Looking pleasantly at her Horse — in companion- able tone] That's our Dinner Bell, Appomattox — and you, too, must have Dinner — [Leading him to the head of the line, looking kindly at him — in pleasant assuring tone] must have what made you change your "Pol- itics" — and what may make you change back — [Putting her mouth close to his ear — in loud tone] OATS. [Tableau.] [Madame Robart, Amy, Josephine, Colonel Ferguson, Appomattox, and Blanche — i3i the order mentioned, from Right to Left, across the Stage] End of Scene v.] [end of act IV.] FOR ENCORE I Blanche. [Kindly patting Appomattox, looking at the aud- ience — in tone of commendation] He will change back, and be a good Southern Horse again, if they dont keep giving him plenty "OATS." 65 Act V. Scene I. ACT V. Scene I. [CAMP CONFEDERACY. "Officers Quarters." A wide Open Door, at Middle Rear. A Field Tent — show- ing a Hammock — well back, Left. A Flagstaff, with the Confederate Flag flying at the top, at Rear, to Right of Middle. Through Middle Rear, a Pole with a Confeder- ate Flag waving at top, shows at a short distance, Rear.] Private O'Flynn. [A broad-shouldered Irish Confederate Sol- dier. Of average height, and about 40. Armed with a Musket, and with leisurely pace treading the Stage, at Rear, to and fro, from Right to Left — suddenly halting and hanging down his head — in soliloquy — in serious tone] The "Boys" are talking a good deal about "Home," of late. — And they are not "spilin" for a "fight" with the Yankees, anymore — those of them who are left. — And as sure as me name is Dennis— Dennis O'Flynn — the "Confedheracy" is on its last legs! — And from the President himself, down to me — who wouldn't turn "Informer," for all the Gould in England — they'll be for hanging every one of us — for "Thrayturs!" [Put- ting his hand to his throat, and feeling it tenderly — in serious tone] I'm awful ticklish, hereabouts — [Suddenly looking Right — immediately looking Front, and point- ing Right — in tone of solicitude] A Horse coming back from the "Fight," without his Rider! — [Looking Right — with a gesture of Horror looking Front] 'Tis "Andrew Jackson!" — the Colonel's Horse! — [A Horse is heard approaching. Off, Right Rear, at a rapid pace] Private O'Flynn. [Dropping his Musket, and throwing up his arms] Ho! — Ho! — [Advancing — in kindly tone] Ho! — "Andy!" — [Disappearing through the Opening — imme- diately coming back, by the Bridle holding in check, 66 Act V. Scene I. with great effort, a raw-boned spirited Horse bedaubed with Mud — in soothing gentle tone] Ho — Ho — Andy — Ho — [Turning him round, and leading him back out — throwing the Bridle over his head, and vigorously slap- ping him on the back — in commanding tone]Go, now — and scramble for your Dinner — ["Andy" is heard bounding away, Right] Private O'Flynn. [Picking up his Musket, and proceeding with his Guard duty — in soliloquy — in confident tone] His hollow Flanks — and bare Ribs show that "Andy" is a "True Blue" "Rebel" Horse. Lieut. Ponsonby Blossom. [A blustering Confederate Officer — well above the average height — slightly corpulent, and with a round smooth face — about 35 — with bounding step entering through Right Front, and with deliberate step, pompously going Rear — in ostentatious tone] Guard! there's not an enemy in sight. — [Noticing the Hammock, and starting toward it, and looking around at Guard, with finger pointed at Tent — in arrogant tone] And I will station myself here. — [He is noticed promptly clambering into the Hammock] - [A burst of startling inharmonious noise that re- sounds through the Quarters, immediately comes from the Tent] "^Private O'Flynn. [Looking across at Tent — a comical Grin on his face — in gleeful tone] Sleeping on Post — ha! ha! — He's a Daisy Officer — [Suddenly turning round and bounding up to Door, Right Rear, and through it aiming his Musket — in commanding tone] Halt! — [Looking back] Officer of the Guard! — Lieut. Blossom. [In petulant tone] That'll do. Guard! — [Turning away, he immediately resumes his Snoring] Private O'Flynn. [Looking back — in impatient tone] Officer of the Guard! — Officer of the Guard! — Lieut. Blossom. [Turning round — in peremptory petulant tone] That's enough, Guard! — Enough, I say! — [Turning away, he immediately vigorously resumes Snoring] 67 Act V. Scene I. Private O'Flynn. [Aiming high, his Musket — in confident tone] This should bring the lubber — [The startling report of a discharged Musket is heard through the Camp] [A startling piercing scream — in a melodious fem- inine voice — comes through the Opening] Private O'Flynn. [Suddenly dropping his Musket, he assumes a gesture of Horror] Lieut. Blossom. [From his elevated berth, he tumbles head foremost, out on the Stage, and utters a groan of distress] Blanche. [In Gray Mantilla and Tricolor Cap, her beautiful long Hair in a Plait falling down over her back — deathly pale, franticly emerging from Right Rear, and running in past the Guard — suddenly halting, and look- ing indignantly fron the Officer to the Guard and back — in caustic rebuking tone] You cowardly fel- lows! — You tried to shoot me down! — [Looking eagerly around — in commanding tone] Lead me to Captain Daponte! — Lieut. Blossom. [Assuming a pompous bearing — in tone of condescension] The Colonel is not in the Camp, at present — Blanche. [She looks hopefully at the Guard] Private O'Flynn. [Bowing submissively to her — in respectful tone] The Colonel is away, lady — and all of his Com- mand that he didn't carry with him, is now before you — Blanche. [With a gesture of mortification looking at them — in tone of chagrin] Captain Daponte is my dear Brother! — and it was to meet him that I have come from Bel air! — Lieut. Blossom. [Facing her, and looking critically at her — in incisive tone] How were you able to get through the Yankee lines — Blanche. [Looking disdainfully at him — in contemptuous tone] It is not my pleasure to tell you. Sir! — 68 Act V. Scene I. Lieut. Blossom. [Looking determinedly at her — in tone of high authority] Until the Colonel returns — when I will take you before him, to account for yourself — you will be detained in this Camp. — Private O'Flynn. [Leveling at her, his Musket] Halt! — Blanche. [In tone of anxiety — Aside] Colonel Ferguson is in danger of Capture at Belair! — [Looking contemptuously at Blossom — in tone of defiance] Dare you hold me Prisoner in my Brother's Camp! — Lieut. Blossom. [Looking derisively at her — in scoffing tone] In this Camp — until Daponte returns — Private O'Flynn. [Leveling at her, his Musket] Halt! — Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror backing, a step — in a tone of abhorrence] With brutes for my only Companions! — Private O'Flynn. [With a gesture of alarm he bounds up to Right Rear and assumes a listening attitude. — Imme- diately dropping his Musket, and bounding toward Right Front — in tone of consternation] The "BLUE COATS!"— Lieut. Blossom. [Bounding after him — in imploring tone] Guard! — don't leave me! — Blanche. [Anxiously looking around — in tone of despair] What can I do to save myself! — [She runs into Tent] Major Perkins. [Through Middle Rear, with Sword drawn, he stealthily bounds in, with a Squad of ''Blue Coats"] Lieut. N. B. Rhinelander. [A German Federal Officer. Of robust frame, and above the average height. About 35. — Through Right Rear, with Sword drawn, he noise- lessly bounds in, with a Squad of "Blue Coats"] Major Perkins. [Halting — in savage tone] What do we find! — [Looking around — in tone of disappointment] An abandoned Camp! — [Looking into Tent — in demoniac tone of triumph] Aha! — playing "hide — and — seek." — I thought I would, some day, get a chance to put a "Rope" around your White Neck! — 69 Act V. Scene I. Blanche. [With a bearing of Resignation, she emerges from the Tent] Major Perkins. [Turning round, pointing back] Lieutenant! put a Guard at once on her! — and if she's disposed to be troublesome, load her down in Irons! — [Pointing to rear of Tent] And see if there is not another one — for Vipers always go in Pairs. — ' Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror — in despairing tone — Aside] My God! — he means to kill me! — and I am helpless! Silas Doubleday. [A Blue Coat Scout, well above the average height — bounding in. Right Rear, and pointing exult- ingly back] A Squad of "Rebs" coming from Belair, with a "Blue Coat" Prisoner. — Major Perkins. [In tone of Command] Ambuscade, my Men! — [In exultant tone] and we'll "bag" them! — Silas Doubleday. [He bounds back out Right Rear] Major Perkins. [He stations himself and his Men, to Front of Entrance — well out of sight from Outside] Lieut. Rhinelander. [He stations himself and his Men, to Rear of Entrance — well out of sight from Outside] [The tread of Troops approaching at a rapid pace, shouting and hurrahing, comes from Off, Right Rear] Blanche. [She is noticed stealthily edging toward Right Front — suddenly throwing up her arms, in an attitude of thankfulness to Heaven, she noiselessly bounds out of sight] Lieut. Allen Pillow. [A young Confederate Officer of lithe muscular frame — a little above the average height. — With his discomfited Prisoner and his jubilant Com- mand, he bounds in sight] Major Perkins. ) Lieut. Rhinelander. [ [With their Men bounding forward — in determined tone] Throw down your Arms! — and Surrender! — Lieut. Pillow. [Promptly complying — in ironical tone] You have the "Drop" on us, Major — ha! ha! 70 Act V. Scene I. Major Perkins. [In tone of peremptory command] Lieuten- ant! take their arms from the Traitors! — and put a Guard on them — until we are leaving — Lieut. Rhinelander. [He joyfully seizes Colonel Ferguson by the hand] Colonel Ferguson. [Joyfully seizing him by the hand] How can I thank you, Major Perkins! — Major Perkins. [Looking cynically at him — in tone of dissat- isfaction] After my warning to you about "Belair," [Pointing back across] how did yoa let her to pass through your Lines — [Looking across — with a gesture of Horror — in tone of mortification] Has the Traitress es- caped from me! — [Pointing to Right Front] Lieutenant Rhinelander! — Go — bring her back! — if it takes my whole Command! — Silas Doubleday. [Bounding in Right Rear — promptly point- ing back — in tone of warning] Daponte's returning, Major — on the "Double Quick" — Major Perkins. [Promptly looking across at him] Lieutenant Rhinelander!— [Motioning him to Left Rear] "FOR- WARD" is the word.— Lieutenant Rhinelander. [With 'hasty step, he starts toward Left Rear] Colonel Ferguson. [Seriously looking at the Major — in tone _^ of anxiety] I hope Colonel Daponte's sudden attack was not a Ruse — that draws Captain O'Harra — with the small force at his command—away from the defence of the "Fort!"— Silas Doubleday. [In assuring tone] The "Johnnies" are bringing in no Prisoners — and they got the worst of the "Fight." — [He bounds back, and out] Major Perkins. [Looking composedly at him — in assuring tone] Ned O'Harra is as wiley as he is brave, and if Daponte was trying to fool him, he has been beaten at his own Game. — Lieut. Rhinelander. [In Teutonic loud tone] Forward— March. — [Quickly turning round, he leads through the Opening] 71 Act V. Scene I. Major Perkins. | Colonel Ferguson, f [Close behind, they promptly depart, together] Colonel Ferguson, [Suddenly turning round, at Opening, and looking vengefuUy across the Quarters — in tone of mortification] They have my Horse! — [In sympathetic tone] And I'm sorry for Appomattox! — [In rebuking tone] for they'll starve the poor brute! — and ride him to death! [Quickly turning away, he hastily departs] [Immediately, a Horse is heard restlessly pawing the Ground, outside Middle Right, and violently kicking the strong plank wall. Immediately, a Horse is heard viciously kicking the wall, a little to Front. Suddenly, a Crash is heard — and high up in the wall, too large Open Windows show — through which two Horses — presuma- bly confined in adjacent Stalls — promptly protrude their Heads. On the Head of the Rear Horse, a Starry Ban- ner is conspicuously displayed. On that of the other, the Confederate Flag is equally conspicuous. — After a furious little "Battle of Flags" — in which each tries without success to capture the "Color" of the other — they withdraw their Heads. And judging by their kicking of walls, they are trying to break out of their Stalls, to get into closer engagement. — Immediately, they are heard violently Rearing — with the scene of their combat shifting in a Right Rear direction. Sud- denly, "Appomattox" — with "Color" flying — dashes past Middle Rear — presumably following his "Blue Coat" Master — "Andrew Jackson" — minus his "Flag" — be- daubed with Mud, and with Hair bristled — in high dudgeon in hot pursuit] [Immediately, the noise of the entry of Troops — with the Clanking of Arms — comes through Middle Rear.] Lieut. Burke Davis. [A young Confederate Ofiicer. Of well- developed muscular frame — well above the average height — in greatly disarranged Uniform, and looking very pale — with slow step entering through Middle Rear — looking considerately around back — in sympa- thetic tone] I hope it is not that bad, Miss Daponte — 72 Act V. Scene I, Blanche. [Entering beside him — suddenly bounding before him, and with a gesture of Horror looking at him — in thrilling tone of alarm] You "hope!" — is that all! — [In heart-rending tone] And I can only ''hope!" — [With clasped hands pressing her heart — looking ear- nestly at him — intone of resignation] Now, I want to know the worst! — Lieut. Davis. [In serious tone] We couldn't stand the impet- uous Charge of the Savages let loose upon us — who con- sisted in great part of infuriated Indians and Wild Irishmen! — And in single combat with him, our Col- onel was carried off, Prisoner, by a red-faced Warrior. — And the worst, I hope, is that he is now on his way to a Yankee Prison — where he will be held until duly "Ex- changed." — Blanche. [In tone of startling earnestness] My Brother must not lie pining — perhaps dying! — in a loathsome Prison^ while I have my liberty! — And I want to be imme- diately escorted beyond your lines — in the direction of the Fort to which he was taken! — Lieut Davis. [In deferential tone] You shall be escorted as you wish. Miss Daponte. — [Promptly starting toward Middle Rear — turning round] But you will be made Prisoner when you get to the Yankee Outpost — [In / scoffing tone] in your foolhardy and idle undertaking. Blanche. [Looking rebukingly after him — in emphatic tone] When a true woman works with a will for the man she loves, there is no telling her ingenuity to foil his- enemies! — [Looking deferentially at audience] And if a little Mouse was strong enough — as we are informed — to set at liberty an imprisoned Lion, [Pointing deliber- ately to herself] a spirited Creole Girl — with her hot Southern blood coursing [Holding up her arms] the bluest of "Blue" veins — should be strong enough to tear down the Bars behind which lies — perhaps bleed- ing and unattended — a Brother whom she loves!-— loves with a devoted Sister's love! — [Starting Rear — turning back — in declaratory tone] I am not of that round num- 73 Act V. Scene IL ber of faint-hearted Girls who take their courage from their fears. And on my mission of love I go — [Majes- tically turning away — rapidly departing — quickly turn- ing round at Door — in startling tone of earnestness] to DO or die! [End of Scene I. Scene II. [A "HALT on the Route of the ''Blue Coats" return- ing to "Fort Union" — after their victorious "fight" with Colonel Daponte and his Men. A little Left of Middle — against Rear — a rude temporary seat shows. Right and Left, wide open Entrances show] Captain O'Harra. [Approaching, Left — in triumphant jocular tone] We've got the "Johnnies" again, this time. — [Bounding in, his Uniform torn, and in a laughably disarranged condition — above his head swinging his Sword — in exultant tone] A "Roland" for an "Oliver" — tit for tat is the Latin of it, I believe. — If they have Fer- guson, [Turning round and pointing back] we have Daponte — ha! ha! — Colonel Daponte. [In greatly torn Uniform — Guarded by two "Blue Coat" Soldiers — with head bowed he enters] Captain O'Harra. [Thrusting his hand into an inside Breast Pocket — in Commanding tone] Halt for "Refresh- ment" — Colonel Daponte. [He bounds into the near Seat] Captain Harra. [Drawing forth a huge Flask, and shaking it — in tone of mock gravity] The Priest Christens his own chijd, first — ha! hal — [Throwing wide apart, his legs, and raising his Flask, and taking a generous draught, and going up to his Prisoner, and looking con- siderately down at him, and offering him his Flask — in cordial tone] Take alittle. Colonel — of the Staff of life — ha! ha! — 'Tis a long way to the "Fort" — and 'twill brace you up — Colonel Daponte. [Shaking his bowed head— in thankful tone] I never "Drink," Captain — [His Guards look astonished at each other] 74 Act V. Scene II. Captain O'Harra. [Backing, a step, and looking- rebukingly down at him] You won't "Drink" with me! — and you want to insult me! — Colonel Daponte. [Looking earnestly up at him] I repeat, Captain O'Harra, that I never ''Drink" — and if any of my Men do, it is against my positive "Orders." — [He bows down his head] [With eyes wide open — showing their "whites" — his Guards look Front] •Captain O'Harra. [With a gesture of astonishment — in serious tone — Aside] That's the whole story in a nutshell — why his splendid Command didn't scoop up myself and my little band of Heroes. — [Exultingly holding up his Flask — Aside] It didn't have the right kind of "Ammunition" — ha! ha! — [Looking seriously down at him — in tone of astonishment] You never get "Drunk," Colonel! — Then, you know nothing of one of the chief enjoyments of this life! — Colonel Daponte. [Looking composedly up at him — in em- phatic tone] "Water" — pure "Water" has been my favorite beverage, up to this time — and I don't know what a "headache" is. — [Suddenly relapsing into his lassitude, he bows down his head] Captain O'Harra. [Looking critically down at him — in serious J inquiring tone] Don't take a "Nightcap," before going to Bed — nor a "Toddy" every morning before Break- fast — in this Climate — [His Guards are noticed smacking their lips] Colonel Daponte. [Looking guilelessly up at him — gravely shaking his head — in languid tone] Don't know what you mean, Captain — [With eyes wide open — showing their "Whites" — his Guards look Front, again] Captain O'Harra. [Gravely looking down at him — in inquir- ing confident tone] Surely, your "Prison Fare" — espe- cially for high Officers — includes "Whiskey" — for an "Appetizer" — 75 Act V. Scene 11. Colonel Daponte. [Looking candidly up at him] I never keep in my Camp — for any purpose — a drop of the vile Stuff! — And if any of my Prisoners want an "Appetizer," they must do without it! — or take my "Appetizer" — "Water" — pure "Water." — [His Guards look shocked] Captain O'Harra. [Looking furiously at him — in sarcastic rebuking tone] No "Whiskey" in your "Prison Fare" for "Officers!" — [Vigorously stamping the ground — in emphatic determined tone] Then, I want Colonel Ferguson released — without delay — from your infernal Prison Pen! — [He petulantly turns away] Colonel Daponte. [Bounding to his feet, and eagerly approach- ing the Captain, a step — in tone of astonishment] Colonel Ferguson! — Captain O'Harra. [Turning half round and coolly looking back — in blunt tone] Colonel Ferguson — who, two weeks ago, relieved Major Perkins. He was captured, to-day, at Belair, by your Men — Colonel Daponte. [In eager inquiring tone] "Gus" Ferguson — Captain O'Harra. [Promptly facing him — in frank tone] Colonel "Gus" Ferguson — of the "Oldham Blues." — [In tone of defiance] And may be you have some old grudge against the gallant Northerner — Colonel Daponte. [With a gesture of rapture] "Gus" Ferguson was the dearest friend I had living, when I was at Stafford College! — Captain O'Harra. [Pointing through Left Entrance] He's a Prisoner at your Camp. — [Approaching him, a step] He's an excellent fellow. — And if he is of Puritan Stock, he has no more use for "Cold Water" — as an "Appetizer" — than I have. — And if you promise me to set him at liberty, immediately — Colonel Daponte. [Pointing impressively to his heart] I give you my "Word of honor," Captain — Captain O'Harra. [In blunt tone] That's enough, Colonel — [Assuming a military bearing — in emphatic tone] always enough, between Soldiers. — 76 Act V. Scene II. Colonel Daponte. [Joyfully taking hold of his hand — in ardent tone] Captain! our next meeting, I hope, [Look- ing significantly at him] will be a merry one. — [With a smiling face he bows away toward Left Entrance] Captain O'Harra. [Holding up his Flask] But you are leaving without making your peace with me — ha! ha! — Colonel Daponte. [Bounding up to him, he eagerly seizes the offered Flask, and throwing back his head — in veteran Drinker fashion — raises it to his lips] [His late Guards look astonished at each other] Captain O'Harra. [His impatience to get back his Flask, soon manifests itself, in his restlessness] Colonel Daponte. [Panting for breath, handing back Flask — in tone of satisfaction] Captain! I never needed it more. — [Suddenly turning away, looking back — in tone of mock seriousness] But I never "Drink" — [With bounding step departing — in hearty tone] ha! ha!! ha!!! Captain O'Harra. [Shaking his Flask, he petulantly throws it on the ground. Drawing forth another one, and exult- ingly holding it up] The true "Caprain" will always have his "Reserves" to fall back upon — in case of necessity — ha! ha! — [Taking a satisfactory draught — glancing back over his shoulder — shaking Flask — in confident serious tone — Aside] If they get it into their hands, good by / to it. — [Turning round, and assuming a pompous bear- ing — in commanding tone] Squad — Attention. Right — Face. Forward — March. [The "Guards" depart by Right Entrance] [Promptly following Guards — suddenly halting at Right Entrance — in thunder tone] Squad — Halt. — [Pointing admiringly after his command, looking around at audience — in earnest tone] The Nation's brave Defenders to-day, will never die! — [Advancing' Front — in confident tone] In every foreign land, they will live in the admiration of the Friends of human Liberty; and in Story and in Song, they will be en^ shrined in their own dear land! — [Raising his Flask^ and "Drinking" — in tone of felicitation] The Country 77 Act V. Scene III. is Safe! — [Looking significantly back at Right En- trance — in positive tone] And it shall be the highest duty of her Loyal Statesmen, to provide generously for the gallant and patriotic maimed Survivors, and to take good care of the Widows and the Orphans of the fallen heroes! — [In humorous tone — Aside] They could easily take care of mine — ha! ha! — [Taking a "Drink," and exultingly holding up his Flask — in maudlin humor- ous tone] I'll fight it out on this Line — while my "Am- munition" lasts — ha! ha! — [Going up to temporary Seat, and falling heavily on it, and setting his Flask on the ground beside him, and with a smiling face looking at audience — in maudlin jovial tone] "Holding the Fort" — ha! ha! — [Picking up Flask, and "Drinking" — suddenly taking it down and significantly shaking it — petulantly throwing it on the ground — in maudlin tone of disappointment] I'm out of "Ammunition!" — and must now break up Camp. — [Struggling to his feet, and ■ with unsteady step starting toward Right En. trance — in maudlin exultant tone] "DIVIDED" — [Staggering] we stand. — No — that isn't it. — [Steadying himself] "UNITED"— [Staggering] we /^//.—[Steady- ing himself] No — no — [Reeling through Right En- trance — in maudlin triumphant tone] WE'LL NEVER FALL! [End of Scene II.] Scene III. [Scene I, repeated] [The Band is playing a mournful air] Lieut. Burke Davis. [Left — a little to Front of Tent— he stands reading from the Muster-RoU in his hand] Lieut. Blossom. [At a short distance across, he stands listening] Private O'Flynn. [To Right— a little Front of Blossom— he stands with mouth wide open, and eyes agape, listening] [A Private Soldier, with White Bandage on his head, stands at Middle Rear, languidly looking in] 78 Act V. Scene III. Colonel Daponte. [With head bowed, he is excitedly pacing to and fro — from Right to Left — across the Stage, at a short distance to Front] Lieut. Burke Davis. [Laying down Roll, and looking across at the Colonel — in serious tone] And Corporal Maloney is "Missing" — Private O'Flynn. [Impressively pointing his finger at the Lieutenant — in sorrowful confident tone] You can put poor Mullowny down with your "Killed," Leftenant — for "Patsy" liked "foighting" like "ating," and it was on the loikes of him that the "Blue Coats" began their ^'killing in earnest ' our "Boys " Colonel Daponte. [In soliloquy— in tone of humiliation] A little Troop of Federal Raiders boldly ambuscade in my Camp — and capture my Men as they triumphantly enter with their Prisoner! — Private O'Flynn. [In serious tone — Aside] They very near got Blossom and me, too. — Colonel Daponte. [In despairing tone] What hope is therefor us, to wrest victory from an enemy of unsurpassed dar- ing, vigilance, and valor, and of unlimited resources! — [In confident tone] The Fates are against us! — [In self- accusing tone] Heaven is against us! Private O'Flynn. [Hanging his head — Aside] Then, the game J is up with us! — whin they're agin us up there. [He puts his hand to his throat, and feels it tenderly] Colonel Daponte. [Halting, and dejectedly facing audience — in despairing tone] We have enlisted our last man capable of bearing arms. And our lines of communica- tion with our chief Sources of Supply, are closed by a Blockade that deprives us of all intercourse with the outer world! — And if among foreign Nations, we have a friend to-day, in our life-struggle^ it is England — [He contemplatively hangs his head] Private O'Flynn. [In malicious tone — Aside] Bad luck to her! — it was her support — that wasn't for love of us — that put solid agin us, the brave Irish "Boys," with their 'GREEN FLAGS!—" 79 Act V. Scene III.. Colonel Daponte. [Abstractedly repeating it] England — [In petulant tone] whose open countenance induced us to overrate our Strength, and to reject advantageous overtures for Peace! — Blanche. [Bounding in, Right Rear — in rapturous tone] He said my Brother was "Exchanged!" — and would be here before me! — [Suddenly halting, she looks eagerly through the Quarters] Colonel Daponte. [With a gesture of surprise looking at the audience — in tone of astonishment] Blanche's Voice! — [With a gesture of Horror — in tone of anxiety] Does it come from the Other World! — Blanche. [In eager distressful tone] Where is he! — Colonel Daponte. [He joyfully turns round] Blanche. [Bounding toward him — in tone of rapture] lAj Brother!— Colonel Daponte. [Impulsively advancing to meet her — in ardent tone] My Sister! — Blanche. [Impressing upon his cheek, an ardent kiss, and through her tears of joy looking up at him — in tone of satisfaction] They told me that you were captured in Battle! — and I started to the Yankee Fort — to liberate you, or die in the attempt! — Colonel Daponte. [Affectionately seizing both her hands — in tone of alarm] My Sister! you are not looking well! — Private O'Flynn. [He bounds into Tent] Colonel Daponte. Your eyes have lost much of their lustre — and the Rose has left your cheek! — You tremble! — and I fear you are ill! — Private O'Flynn. [He bounds out of Tent with a Camp Stool,, and sets it for her] Colonel Daponte. [He promptly bows his thanks to the gal- lant Private] Private O'Flynn. [Glancing reflectingly at Burke Davis and Blossom — in exultant tone — Aside] It takes an Irish- man to show proper respect to a Lady— 80 Act V. Scene III. [Suddenly, a startling Outburst of Cheers — immedi- ately followed by a volley of terrifying Yells — comes through Middle Rear] Lieut. Burke Davis. ) Lieut. Blossom. >■ Private O'Flynn. ) [With bounding step, they depart through Middle Rear] Colonel Daponte. [Turning to Blanche — in inspiring tone] Don't be alarmed, my Sister — [With hasty step he departs through Middle Rear] Blanche. [With a gesture of Horror facing the audience — solemnly raising her hands, and looking reverently upward — in earnest tone of supplication] Oh! that it were the will of All-powerful Heaven, to restore to our distracted Country the Peace that made her the Elys- ium of Nations! — to stop this Sacrilegious "War!" — this Murderous Conflict! — that is filling our delightful and surpassingly fertile land, with the desolate Homes of weeping Widows and fatherless Orphans! — and whose most enduring Monument — [Pointing solemnly ahead down to the ground] the gloomy Vaults shall be, which shall hold the bones of dead Heroes/ — dead Brothers/ — [With a gesture of Horror] brothers slain! — [Stamping the ground — in startling tone of condemnation] SLAIN BY BROTHERS! Colonel Daponte. [He hastily enters through Middle Rear, and heads toward Middle Right, eagerly perusing a lengthy paper in his hand] Confederate Courier. [A Red-Haired, beardless Confederate Soldier — under average height — of angular, muscular frame, in Boots and Spurs — he bounds in beside the Colonel] Lieut Burke Davis. { Lieut. Blossom. j [Immediately behind they bound in, together, and head, Left — toward Front of Tent] Private O'Flynn. [A number of Confederate Privates clamor- ously bound in at the heels of the Officers— Private O'Flynn leading, on their left — looking around at them — —in assuring tone] A ''GINERAL ORDHER/''— 81 Act V. Scene III. [A Confederate Private, with bandaged head, limps to Door, and looks languidly in] [Burke Davis, Blossom, Private O'Flynn, and the other Privates, quickly form into a circular line — from Front to Rear — before the Colonel and the Courier] Colonel Daponte. [Looking across at his men, and holding up his document — in tone of gratification] You are highly complimented, in '"General Orders"- — Private O'Flynn. [The Privates] Hurrah! — Hurrah!— Hurrah! Colonel Daponte. For your Patriotism— your Patience— and your Bravery — Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — in exultant tone] We have "whipped" the "Mudsills," everywhere! — Hurrah! — Hurrah! Colonel Daponte. [Laying down his document and looking ruefully at them — in serious tone] Our gallant Army is dwindling away fast — [Illustratively holding up his document — and falling back, a step — in serious assuring tone] and we are now fighting on the "Defensive!" — [With a gesture of Horror — illustratively pointing around, falling back — in startling tone of alarm] A//(/ the enemy in force is closing around us! Private O'Flynn. [With gestures of astonishment, the Privates hear the startling disclosure] Colonel Daponte. [Looking despairingly at his men — in grave assuring tone] And the dear ^'Cause' [Glancing con- fidently around at his Sister — in emphatic tone] to which all of us would give our lives — Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — in thrilling Martyr tone] We would!— we would! — Colonel Daponte. [Holding up his document, and demonstra- tively shaking it —in tremulous despairing tone] Is now a "LOST CAUSE!"— [He suddenly bows down his head] Blanche. [From her place near Centre Front — in startling determined tone] NO! — [Heroically bounding before the vSoldiers, and looking inspiringly at them — in start- .82 Act V. Scene III. ling emphatic tone] NO! — [Vehemently stamping the ground] A "just cause" is never '^lostV — Private O'Flynn. [The Privates — looking admiringly at her— in rapturous tone of applause] Bravo! — Bravo! — A JOAN!— [Yelling to Right Front and to Left Front] NO!— NO!— Private O'Flynn. [With a gesture of surprise — in tone of ex- ultation — Aside] A Second "Maid of Orleans!" — Bud Talbot. [Bounding in through Left Front— in startling tone of alarm] The "Blue Coats" are coming in force! — [Bounding toward the Colonel— in earnest tone] Lieu- tenant Pillow and his Men have "Escaped!" — [Pointing to Right Front] They are coming this way! — with Major Perkins with his whole Command in hot pursuit! — [He bounds out through Right Front] Private O'Flynn. [Looking inspiringly at his Comrades — in a thrilling Exclamation] Our Guns! — [Bounding toward Middle Rear] Our Guns! Private O'Flynn. [The Other Privates bound after Private O'Flynn — Yelling] Our Guns! — Our Guns! — Colonel Daponte. [Drawing his sword, he promptly takes f)osition, near Right Front] Oonfed Courier. [Drawing his sword, he bounds to position, at Centre Front] ^^ieut. Burke Davis. [Drawing his sword, he aligns himself in position. Left, near Front] Lieut. Blossom. [Turning right round, he bounds into Tent] Blanche. [Bounding furiously after him — in sarcastic tone of rebuke] Craven! — [With a firm back hold on his Coat Collar, immediately emerging from the Tent with Blos- som, and throwing him Front — in indignant tone] Did you want to show the "White Feather!" — and bring disgrace on the "Gray!" — Colonel Daponte. [He bounds up to Blanche, and taking firm hold of her arm, and starting with her toward Right Rear — in tone of solicitude] You will be safe here, my Sister — and out of our way — 83 Act V. Scene lit. [Suddenly, the auditory hear the Clashing of Swords, the blows of ''Clubbed" Muskets, and the loud impreca- tions of bloodthirsty combatants, at a near point, Off, Right Front] Colonel Daponte. [Suddenly turning round, he bounds toward position, Right Front] Bud Talbot. [Bounding in through Right Front— pointing back — in tone of satisfaction] Lieut. Pillow and his Men! — [He bounds out through Left Front] Major Perkins. [In bloodthirsty tone] Take them back — dead or alive! — Lieut. Pillow. [Warding off the heavy blows dealt at him by his pursuer, he backs into sight] [With their "Clubbed" Muskets defending them- selves, the "Grays" back hastily into sight, before the "Blue Coats"] Blanche. [From Right Rear, she bounds in on the Stage, and looking Front, assumes the bearing of a Heroine] Lieut. Pillow. [His Sword is immediately stricken from his Grasp] Major Perkins, [tn bloodthirsty tone] We give no Quarter! — Colonel Daponte. [With Sword raised, he bounds in the way of the savage "Blue Coat" Officer] Bud Talbot. \Hors de combat, he backs hastily in through Left Front] Lieut. Rhinelander. [With Sword raised, he enters in close pursuit] Silas Doubleday. [He bounds in beside him] [A number of "Blue Coats" bound in at the heels of the Officers] Lieut Rhinelander. [In German accent— in bloodthirsty tone] We take no "Brisners!" — Lieut. Burke Davis. [With Sword raised, he bounds in the way of the bloodthirsty Rhinelander] Silas Doubleday. [Drawing his vSword, he charges upon the Confederate Courier] 84 Act V. Scene III. [Before the augmented force of "Blue Coats," the "Grays" back precipitantly to Rear] Lieut Blossom. [He bounds behind Burke Davis] The "Blues." [They are fast putting the "Gra3^s," Hors de comhat\ Blanche. [Heroically bounding before the "Grays" — in start- ling rallying tone] Are you Southern Men! — The "Grays." [With a terrible "Yell," they desperately charge upon the victorious "Blue Coats," and press them back] Blanche. [She picks up a Musket dropped by a Blue Coat, and fires it at a stalworth "Blue Coat's head] Lieut. Blossom. [Groaning, he falls to the ground] Blanche. ["Clubbing" her Musket, she bounds to the assist- ance of the "Grays"] Private O'Flynn. [He bounds in through Middle Rear, and "Clubbing" his Musket, leaps with a terrible Yell into the midst of the "Blue Coats" — and striking right and left, brings down one with every blow] Colonel Daponte. [He is noticed fighting desperately on the defensive] Lieut. Burke Davis. [He is precipitantly backing from his savage antagonist] Major Perkins. [In bloodthirsty tone] We give no "Quarter!" — Blanche. [Throwing down her Musket, she bounds for another one — lying on the ground] Lieut. Rhinelander. [In bloodthirsty tone] We take no "Brisners!" — Silas Doubleday. ) Confederate Courier, j [They clinch, and both go down — and rolling on the ground, they are noticed fighting furiously] Colonel Daponte. [He falls on one Knee] Blanche. [With a bound she stands beside her Brother, with her Musket determinedly aimed at his savage antag- onist's head] 85 Act V. Scene III. Major Perkins. [He promptly drops his arms to his sides] Blanche |In startling determined tone] We give no "Quarter!" — ' Lieut. Rhinelander. [With Sword raised, he savagely starts to the relief of his superior Officer] Private O'Flynn. [Bounding to cross the murderous ''Blue Coat" Officer — in startling tone of determination] No!— You don't! — [In an instant he is in Rhinelander's way, and has him looking into the Muzzle of his formidable Musket] Lieut. Rhinelander. [Trembling, and looking aghast, he drops his arms to his sides] Private O'Flynn. [Looking determinedly at him — in retorting tone] We take no Prisoners! — Confederate Courier. [Planting his heel on the chest of his antagonist — stretched on the ground, Hors de cojnbat — and straightening himself to his full height, he tri- umphantly waves aloft his Sword] [A startling shout of triumph comes from the "Grays," at Rear] [Immediately, with awe-inspiring solemnity, A LARGE WHITE BANNER shows slowly entering at Left Rear, and extending across the vStage — showing inscribed on it, as it develops, unintelligible Large Black Letters] [The "fighting is immediately suspended, and with gestures of Solicitude, the combatants look Rear] [Suddenly a Clattering— as that of a Horseman ap- proaching at a high rate of speed — comes from Off, Left Rear] [As the Clattering comes from a nearer point, inces- sant loud Cheering comes from Off, Left Rear] [Immediately, the rapid firing of Cannon comes from Off, Left Rear — and will continue to the Fall of the Curtain] [Immediately, a "Blue Coat" Courier dashes past, with a Coal Black Steed carrying waving above his 86 Act V. Scene III. head, a Starry Banner — immediately followed by a mob of "Blue Coats," shouting joyfully; and the White Ban- ner—extending across the Stage — shows inscribed on it^ the mysterious word APPOMATTOX] [Immediately, the Confederate Flag descends rapidly, from Its high place on the Flagstaff ; and the "Stars and Stripes" ascends on the opposite side] [The Confederates promptly throw down their arms, and with heads bowed Start Front] [With heads erect, the Blue Coats form into Line across the Stage — at Middle— facing Rear, and exult- ingly looking at their victorious Flag] [The Confederates quickly form into Line across the Stage — facing Front, with heads bowed] [The Confederate Flag descends out of sight, and the "Stars and Stripes" waves at the top of the Flagstaff] [Immediately the Band plays the "Star Spangled Banner"] [The Confederates quickly turn round, and bow to the "Old Flag"] [The Blue Coats promptly turn round, and bounding Front, cordially take by the hand, their gallant and patriotic late antagonists] [Bounding Front, and withdrawing from her bosom, a glittering Starry Banner, and rapturously looking at the audience, Blanche patriotically waves aloft, the Old Flag that she had never ceased to admire] [Tableau.] [End of Scene III.] [end of act v.]