Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1905-08-02
DAILY SHORT STORY
FEAR oE The NIGHT.


the face of the enemy. The Confeder-
ate picket will be only twenty rods
away. Some bushwhacker may try to
steal upon you, but there's not much
chance of it. Don't get nervous and ire
your musket in the air or call out.
Don't shoot unless you see a man and
unless that man is creeping up on you"
No man knows whether he is brave
until he has been tested. Sometimes
the test is not u fair one. 1t was not
fair to test Williams bravery in this
way In quarrel by daylight with
single man into whose eyes he could
have looked he would have fought hard
and had no fear in his heart.
There was plenty for Williams to
think of, and for time he did not real
ize the loneSomeness of his position.
Then it came with long drawn gust
which swept through the trees and left
Il sort Of wall in its wake The wall
sounded like the signs Of a thousand
wounded men lying on a battlefield in
the darkness, and it struck a chord in
ket and peering about him. The bab-
bic of the creek had had CHEEKY sound
at first. Up home on the old farm there
was creek that babbled just that
way. He had gone down and hidden it
goodby before coming away. After
that long gust of wind the creek seem
Ell to change its notes, however. 1t
scolded and complained. 1t fumed and
fretted. 1t seemed to tell Il story of Il
battle and of thousand men crawling
down to drink of its waters and turn
them to crimson.
There was no walking TO and fro.
The man on post must simply stand
there i'll the deep shadow under the
beech tree and peer and listen and
think and feel his nerves gradually be-
coming raw. At the end of three-quar
tiers of an hour the recruit felt his
teeth clicking together In scorn and
Indignation he gave himself n blow
on the chin and forced his thoughts
back hOmeward.
whats that
1t was only coon or pOSsum scam
pering over the dead leaves, but the
noise was near by and sounded SO like
the footsteps of a man that the recruit
felt his heart freeze within him. By
and by the animal uttered squeal and
ran away, and then he knew what il
was, but h(s was all of a tremble and
the sweat starting out Oh hands and
forehead. He sat down under his trem-
bling legs and fought himself. y
thousand recruits have done that same
thing but only a few have conquered.
Let his nerves get the better of him
in the lonely darkness, and his Will
must he of iron to chase away his
fears. Imagination gets in its work
after the first fright. Williams had no
thought of running away. He could
not have done so had he wished. The
wind came again. telling OF death and
wounds and lone graves never to be
| resurrected for all time. The coons and
posSums rustled about, believing that
ne was asleep or had stolen away. and
now and then a branch of a tree sawed
against another with mournful sound.
Something stumbled along on the OPP
poSite bank of the creek. 1t was only
a sore backed horse which had been
turned adrift from one of the armies
as not worth the cost of the cartridge
TO shoot him, and the animal was
browsing at the twigs and seeking to
get down the bank to the water. To
the recruit, crouching on his post, it
was a buShWhacker prOwling about
and trying to locate him and drive a
knife 10 his heart There were the fall
ing of dead limbs, the rustic of dead
leaves, the half moan, half sigh, high
up among the treetOps. A year later
he would not have paid heed to one
of these things, or, If he had, he would
have reasoned them to cause in a
flash
They are creeping up on me-they
are closing in-they mean to murder
me- mOaned the recruit as he Rugged
the ground and threw the cape of his
overcoat over his head. as if that was
protection against bullet or bayOnet.
After that he had no will. A child
could have crept upon him and led him
away captive. He wcpt and prayed.
He groveled and moaned. \ rabbit
| crept close to see what manner of thing
that was on the ground, and, hearing
| long drawn sobs. the timid animal
scurried away and wondered that 1t
| reached it's burrOw without pursuit.
The horse drank its nil and lay down
with groan. 1t had an intuition that
some human being was near by, but Il
would avoid rather than seek the pres
ence of man and his inhuman ways.
AS the minutes dragged along there
were more groanings from the saving
limbs, more gusts with their tales Of
war and suffering, more scattering and
scurrying over the dead leaves. And a
man and a soldier lay huddled up on
the cold earth and listened and shiv-
cred and wept and moaned. When the
two hours had dragged themselves
away the corporal came again with his
relief
Williams! Williams" he softly cali
| ed as he reached the post.
No answer.
Williams, where the devil are you?
Has the aToanhOrn deserted his most 81