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They want me let them come and take me !
As soon shall these tall pines take wing,
To fling their tassels in the morning clouds
As soon shall Pilot's rocks uncrag their spires,
And melt into the bosom of the plain,
Or the smooth prairie heave escarped breasts
Of rock-ribbed flint, and never-wearing stone,
As Hildebrand surrender or forego
The pleasure of an Outlaw's sweet revenge !
Here from these ashes take I up the gauntlet,
And in the sign of Hate, will ride the storms;
While by yon newly rumpled graves I swear
Eternal vengeance to both uniforms.
And death to all that wear!


Dorchester. [Aside to his companions.]
He's right! you have his blood, Clinebell, how
say you?


I care not for his blood why speak of blood?
There is no daddyism in Missouri !


How say you, friends ! this mount belongs to us
By muniment of title; shall we not defend it?
Set up a small republic for ourselves
An island in this raging sea of war,
Where God shall find a refuge for a crew,
That will not fight except in self-defence?

Yes, let us hold Ozark!


We dwelt here mountaineers,
Far from the caldron party-spirit boils
Free as our crystal springs, or atmosphere;
We loved the Union, and our State no less,
We saw no cause for war, and made no outcry ;
We had few slaves, nor cared to fight for them,
Yet knew no right to challenge those who owned.
We were for peace, and all that made for it
In peace, the cities towns derided us,
Dragooned, conscripted, harried us in war
Nay waste, destroy, impress, proscribe, and slay!
What shall we do?

Take arms, and fight to death !


The draft drags men to fight for what they loathe,
Conscription robs the cradle and the grave.
Desertion, child of both, brings many men
Whom desperation should engender brave,
To find a refuge in this mountain fastness;
We can enshelter these, and raise an army;

And like a lighthouse, on the coast of war,
Our flag shall flame, conspicuously bright,
Inviting sanctuary to deserters;
One only star in universal darkness
One island safe against the sea of rage,
Which spreads from hell's enlargement!
Who then shall be your leader?


We'll arm and follow you !

Then be it so!

An OUTLAW shall enforce what law we save,
And make a sanctuary, or a grave! [Exeunt.



SCENE I. HUdebrand's tent in a gorge of Ozark.
Present: Hildebrand and Clinebell, in front of
the tent.


Uncle, do you expect dispatches from
The sun or moon, you gaze so in the sky?

No, boy, I'm looking for my sentinel.


The devil, Uncle a sentry in the sky?
We read of pickets flying, but I never heard
Of signal stations sailing on the air.
Is it a kite?

No kite a nobler bird!

If not a kite, a buzzard?

Guess again!

A goose the breed that once stood guard for Rome

A nobler bird.


Aye, nobler he may be,
Not wiser I will guarantee.

Yes, wiser
Come here; you see him rising now above


That crag that beetles over the river-road?

Clinebell. [Following H.^s finger with his eye]
An eagle! pshaw! I thought you said a wiser.
Did you ever know a goose destroy her young,
As I have known an eagle?

Boy, you wrong him;
It was a vulture you mistook for one;
It is the fashion to confound their natures.
But now give eye to yon imperial bird,
And I will teach you to interpret him.
Above yon canyon on the right beneath a crag,
Whose head is scarcely visible, you see
Adown the cliff a skein of glittering white,
Which you would call a virgin flake of snow,
Hid in the cleft, and nestled in itself,
Safe from the fusion of the summer sun.
This glass betrays its motion and its nature
A slender cataract, white as the snow;
Upon the left of it you see a spot,
Dark-circular; that is the eagle's nest.
He does not leave it, till the morning sun
Supplies the light the mountain shades withhold;
Experience-taught, he sails where man or beast,
Or life is soonest, and most surely found
Out to the road where trees are cut away.
There, circling round and round, he is my sentry;
If living thing he sees, he stops : if man,
His wing is upward turned for higher flight;
This is his instinct, for there may be danger;
If brute, he lowers, for there may be prey;
If man, and only one, first having risen,
He slowly lowers, and at a distance follows;
It is a hunter, and whoever hunts
May wound his game, or leave some bits of food;
But if the roadsters number more than one,
The eagle veers, and westward wings his flight;


He hates all soldiers, and argues these are such;
The hunter has no time, nor ball to waste;
Not so the idle, lawless, vagrant soldier
The government his reckless purveyor,
In wanton sport he wings the royal eagle,
To try his aim, or show his lazy skill.
And thus I watch my airy sentinel,
And find his instinct tutor to my reason.

[After an interval.]

Behold, he pauses; now goes higher up;
There is a human step upon the road ;
Ha! they are soldiers! I must look to this !


Clinebell. [Alone.]
Fee, fo, fum!

I smell the blood of an Englishmun !
And dead or alive, I must have some!
Uncle! Uncle! You're on the war trail now,
The leader of as keen a pack of hounds
As ever scented blood. But devil the odds.


There was some error in my uncle's fate;
He was intended for a Seminole,
And fell from grace, ere Nature painted him.
The Indians would have worshipped him, and

called him

Eat-Meat-Raw-and-Swallow-the-Blood Jack !
No white man ever waged such war as this !
Uncle! there never was an Indian yet,
But lost the pale-face battle in the end !
But f al lal ! who cares ?


Bertha! O, Bertha!

My sweet Missouri flower,
Heard you the bugles call
Horsemen to saddles all?


I must away this hour!

Fly along the mountains,
Raid adown the plain,
Speed across the prairie,

Blow again ! again !

Bertha! O, Bertha!

Persuade me not to stay !
Heard you the bugles call,
Horsemen to saddles all?
I must away away !

Fly along the mountains,
Raid adown the plain.
Speed across the prairie,
Blow again! again!


SCENE II. Same place. Present: Hildebrand
and Clinebell.


I see you're merry, Harry; so am I;
Ha! ha! we had fine sport, and furious.
I took my stand upon 'Defiance Rock,'
And with my glass swept down the river-road.
Just as my sentinel foretold, I saw
A troop, on jaded horses, winding toward us;
I ordered Dorchester to follow me ;
I flew to him, and posted fifty men;
The work was quick, and sharp, and spirited;
They did not even guess approaching danger.
The devil took the hindmost, I suppose,
For we took all in front.

[Aside] Then the devil took the foremost, too !


One of my men I know not who it was
Fired just before the word too quick a minute

And six or seven of the troop escaped,
Before we could enclose them.

They were rebels?


No, Federals; ten left we in the gorge.
And five captured, and spared by Dorchester,
Let them be listed, Harry, and then



Of course! when have I spared a prisoner
Captured from either band of ruffians seen
Approaching Ozark, the five days that here
Around his rugged breast our tents have stood,
And o'er his front, our neutral flag of flame?
Would they spare us? No, no, we are outlaws
With no heart to spare !

Even so, Uncle!
We have no heart to spare!
Leave them to me!


I must have rest; an hour's sleep, and then,
Look to forage and commissariat.
It's neck or nothing with me on these points;
I am almost at the end of my rope ! [Exit Hilde-


You will be quite there very soon, my Uncle,
If my foreboding should be realized;
I wonder that 'rope' stuck not in your throat!
God grant it stick not (or slip-knot) around it!
But hither come our prisoners!

[Enter four Federal prisoners including Captain
Hilton, under strong guard.]


Clinebell [to 1st Prisoner.]
What is your name?

1st Prisoner.
I will not give it to you.


All right; you shall be shot anonymously.
Take him away!

[Exit 1st prisoner between two soldiers.]

Clinebell [to 2d Prisoner.}
Give me your name and birthplace?

2d Prisoner.
George Horn. I hail from Maine; but I have

Both North and South, who, did they know my

Would ransom me.


Promotion comes not from
The East nor West, and neither from the South;
The horns of the wicked also shall be cut off!
Away with him !

2d Prisoner.
You will not have me murdered?


Tie weights to his feet, that he may look straight up
And put no trust in friends, or princes.

[Exit 2d prisoner between two soldiers.]

3d Prisoner.

I am a gentleman, and claim the treatment
My gentle birth demands!


Blue blood, good fellow?
Such you shall have no blows, no ugly rope!
A courtly escort with a squad of men,
Shall recognize your rank, and with a bow,
The captain shall take formal leave of you,


And send you, with all courtesy, to hell!

[Exit 3d prisoner between two soldiers.]

And where did you enlist, my friend?

4th Prisoner.


And under no name, I suppose !
Jfth Prisoner.

I am an Irishman, by name; by birth
They call me Jimmy O'Gorge, of county Kork:
I didn't list at all, at all but like
A pathriot, a substitute I came,
And sorra to the day I did!

Ah, Jimmy!

A substitute? I give you just ten minutes
To summon here your coward principal,
That he may suffer death in proper person,
And take his place in purgatory.

4th Prisoner.

I see, Sirrah, I see ! Yees wants to shoot
Me principal, and I'm to go for him !


Just so! I'm going to shoot your principal
Vicariously. I will write to him and say,
Consider you are shot, in your own person;
For he that's through another shot, is shot himself.

4th Prisoner.
Mesilf will take the letther for yees !

Thank you!

I wish to post you to a warmer climate !
Along with him!

[Exit 4th prisoner between two soldiers.]


[Aside] I'll humor this captain till I get his watch

Before these ragamuffins go through him.

[Aloud] Now Captain, give me your name and


You know that war is war.

My men were ambushed,
And fell before they knew themselves beset;
Of this, being by lawful chance of war,
I offer no complaint; but, ruffian,
Why do you butcher unarmed prisoners?


[Aside] The chain is solid gold, or I'm a Jew !
[Aloud] You questioned me? I am a little absent
Excuse me, and repeat.


I questioned thus :

You rebels traitors to your government
Is it not enough to raise your hostile arm,
Against your lawful President and liege,
But dare you murder prisoners of war,
Like savage Indians?

^ Clinebell.

What would you with us,
Had we fallen in your loyal hands?
Are we not outlawed by your President?


Deserters cowards traitors though your lives
Are forfeit to the law, and to the Union,
Cease murdering come in and sue for mercy,
And you may yet be pardoned, as were your


Your Lee, and all the lesser ranks, whose pardon,
On terms, was granted by the President.

How mean you Lee?

Aye, Lee! Why, know you not


That, all her cruel dream dissolved in air,
Rebellion lies in the dust, crushed and bleeding,
Suing for pardon from the outraged wrongs
Of a victorious, Union-loving North?


[Aside] Not heard, but dreamt!
[Aloud] I have not heard, nor do I credit it.
Think you to save your life by blustering?
Come now your name !

Hilton at your service.

So far, so good :
But is there anything in this report?


Anything? I tell you glory be to God !
There is all in it!

Flashed over thousands of magnetic wires,
That palpitate electric joy beneath
The glorious import of their messages,
And bulletined where'er a press is known,
And belched, today, from twice ten thousand guns,
And shouted from a million throats, that mock
The deep, unmeasured pathos of the sea
There swells, and grows, and roars, resounds and


And leaps and echoes from the hills, and scales
All heights and penetrates the darkest wood,
And mellows all the meads, and vales, and glens,
This glorious sound: THE UNION is RESTORED!

[Aside] Farewell to watch I must come in for

[A loud] That makes a difference; what proof

have you?

There needs but little proof! Look at the sun


The sky see you naught in the face of Nature
More bright than hitherto, that publishes
Rebellion as a thing of yesterday?
But if, purblind with treason, you read not
The alphabet of nature, or of God,
Here is a plainer mode: here is a paper
Which gives a full account of all that makes
The twelfth of May a Sabbath for all time,
And Appomattox sound like Calvary !
Read for yourself!

Clinebell [taking the paper.]
Ah well! let's have it in plain Dutch, Captain
Upon the whole, I much prefer to read
The newspaper, to looking at the sun
'Tis apt to make one sneeze. [Reads.]



No more ; the war is over as you said ;
I never had a memory for dates,
Nor incidents therefore, I'll read no further.
A single line is all we need to know,
As single texts embody a whole creed.
The civil war is over; let us have peace !
You were my prisoner, but now are free,
Should I be yours, may you so ransom me.
There is one Hildebrand must know of this;
The only man in all this world, perchance,
That really cared not how events might fall,
Hating, and hated equally by all.
[Goes to the rear of the tent and calls Hildebrand.]

[Enter Hildebrand.]
What now? Why do you call?

There's news afloat;


Here is a paper vouching in details,
The statement which this officer has made;
The war is over, amnesty declared
Rebellion crushed, and all their forces taken!


And what have I to do with that result?
Will both now let the honest mass alone,
And leave the people to renew their friendship,
Or shall we have but fearful tragedy
Of peace, and solemn mockery of union?
Who is this officer?

His name is Hilton.


Hilton? Thank God, thank God! the hour is come.
Ha! ha! the drinker of my blood now mine !
Destroyer of my flesh and family,
Down on your marrowbones !

[Rising, draws his revolver; Clinebell interposes.]


For shame, my uncle!
He is unarmed, beneath our own tent-cloth !

Nay, let him shoot, the outlaw; here's my breast.


Harry, away! but for this hoped for hour
I would have cut my wind that dreadful day
My house was burned, my boys, my wife destroyed,
My Elise outraged


Elise? is this a dream?
Elise is Hildebrand's

And I am he !

I am the husband of the wife you slew,
The father of the girl you outraged !


Nay, saved from outrage! Rescuing her from


I tried to save the mother, though too late.
Elise is mine, and

Liar, you must die!
Hell is too shallow for my soul, should I
Relent, and fail to feed the crows on you.
I tell you, you must die ! ho there !
Guard! aside, Harry! he shall die!

[Enter Guard.]

My men, we did not know, at first, the prize
Our recent capture furnished to our doors;
There stands, in bold defiance of our camp,
The basest of the Federal myrmidons
That have oppressed with cruelty the soldier;
One of your proud, well furnished popinjays,
With uniform as stainless in its blue
As his patrician blood, who never saw
A soldier, or a dog, but that he cursed him ;
Who did myself the favor to destroy
My wife, and violate my only daughter.
Away with him, forthwith to Dorchester!
Bring me his head, strapped to the negro fellow,
We killed today!

[Exeunt guard, dragging Hilton with them.]


[Aside] Now is my chance, and soon
My night of danger shall be safety's noon !

[Exit, after the guard.]
Hildebrand [Alone.]

So end the lives of all who dare encroach,
With impious and unholy passion stirred,
Upon the flowerlike purity of woman !
What other use has human code or canon,


What end more sacred, more approved of heaven,

Than to keep safe the ark of chastity,

Which in the sanctuary marriage rests?

And when the laws are silent, 'mid commotion,

Each man & sentinel of virtue stands

Each father, and each brother, with a brand,

Encircles his own household gods with flame,

And says to outrage, or seduction's arts,

This threshhold cross, and you shall surely die !

This to thy memory, Elise, was due

This sacrifice, my child, thy injured fame

Demanded for thee, at a father's hand;

For he who could behold a woman's face.

Who kneels, immaculately innocent,

All passion-stirred, transformed, and beautiful

Without religious, reverential awe,

Deserves to die as monsters are destroyed!

Heaven bear witness that Elise did soar

Whole atmospheres above our ruder souls;

Her character to ours by God was wrought,

As finest porcelain to the common clay,

Or pearl mosaic to grey marble floors !

In beauty like some type of excellence,

Preserved by faith, or providential care,

From all the wreck of ancient art,

Which followed in the wake of barbarous tribes,

She stood quite peerless, like a chiseled form,

Old-famed, superb, and wonderfully perfect!

Her spirit was tempered as a bird that sings

To greet the day, an hour before its dawn,

While all the forest listens for the music.

[Enter a soldier, with Elise disguised in a Fed-
eral sergeant's uniform.]


Cap'n, here's a young snipe came a runnin j inter
camp jist now a deserter wants to see you;


says the bottom's fell out the Confedercy's gone
up, and hell's to pay generly.


I have heard the news, and I am troubled now,
My boy, with other matters. Have you come
To swell our ranks?

[Aside] How changed, how grey and saddened in

a week!

[Aloud] I wish a word in private.
Hildebrand [to the soldier.]

Retire; and Harry
Not here? I did not see him go away
Come now, my boy, what do you want with me?

Elise [approaching him.]
Look on me now, and hear me call you father !

Hildebrand [embracing her.]
My son! my youngest! my own lost and found;
My dead, or spirit of the dead, arisen,
I ask not whence, nor whither only feel
You are my son, restored to me, your father!
A father's heart is like a tideless sea,
That knows no reflux in its constancy!


Father are you deceived by this disguise,
That you behold lost Charlie in Elise?
Dear father, look again!

Hildebrand [draws back.]

It cannot be!

Poor broken flower, and have you then survived?
Come to this lonely heart
Though desecrated, still its altar-piece,
And capable of miracles for me.
My child, my child! Revenge and retribution
By happy accident, have met to make
This stormy bosom calmer than its wont,
And almost taste a momentary peace;

Know then that I have just dispatched to death,

Captured and overtaken in his crimes,

That fiend that robbed you.

Hilton! Hilton!

I've sent with swift destruction down to hell !

Hilton? then, Father, you have slain your child!

[A sharp ring of rifles is heard.]

Of Hilton, there you hear the loud death knell;
Those trusty rifles rang his funeral bell!


Then they have rung mine too ! [She faints and

What now, my child?
Where is the water to restore this breath?

[Sprinkles her from the camp-can.]
Open those blessed eyes of heavenly blue,
More beautiful to me than any fringed
With such dark drapery in all this world;
I know not what to think of this strange freak;
Revive that first, and then for explanation.
It seems to me that life's a skein of fate,
W r ith darker threads predominantly spun,
And that which should prolong may sometimes clip.
Rocked on this breast, sweet child, revive !


Where am I? Is this but a horrid dream?
Is this my father and where is my husband?
O, my husband ! is he in danger, and I here
Let go ! I must away to him !

[Leaps from his arms and flies the tent.]

Gone? gone!

Let no man say I ever had a daughter !
If she could wed her mother's murderer,

Or call him lord who snatched with violence,
That gem of virtue which more sacredly
The modest guard, than fifty times their lives,
She is no child of mine ; if gone, then gone !
For I will not pursue a willing flight,
Who would not pause to leap fullbreasted on
A wall of bayonets, or bowie-knives.
To liberate her, if her will were forced !

[Enter ClinebelL]

Dorchester sends greeting ! and says I must
Report to you his action for approval;
Our men hearing the general report,
Are seized with frenzies of delight at peace,
Without an aspiration save for pardon;
They do not wish to fight on their own hook
Against America, but will make terms,
And take the universal amnesty;
So Dorchester holds them a parleying,
And sends to know what you desire.

This first:

Is Hilton executed, as I did command?
It were not safe for any man to dam
The course of my revenge !


[Aside] Salvation lies

The other way so your revenge be damned !
[Aloud} Trust Dorchester for that! did you not

The firing?


Yes and every sound was like
Soft music to perturbed spirits


Give me my answer back for Dorchester

Were't not best disband them peacefully,
Than suffer their discharge by mutiny?


Yes, let them go; and say to Dorchester,
That you and he, and all but Hildebrand,
Had better go, and seek the general terms.
My faithful followers have done enough;
I would not let my lonely destiny
Entangle farther theirs, since without shame,
They can accomplish all they fought to force
Their right to live in peace, untaxed by war.
It is not always those who shout the loudest,
And fling their caps in air from empty heads,
And flaunt their tawdry gonfalons on high,
And cry to trumpets blow our triumphs, blow!
To whom the solid victory belongs,
Else Christ himself were crucified in vain;
What we have done in Ozark may sometime
Repeat itself on more extended field,
And tyrants find of all our services,
The act of war should be most voluntary.
And now farewell ; and say to all, farewell !
But one thing on this earth concerns me more ;
My child, Elise, or she that once was such,
Deserted me because I slew the man
That did her violence; should she repent,
And wish to see her father once again,
Bid her communicate with me through Tubal,
My former and most faithful slave, now free.
My cave, known as the "Cave of Hildebrand,"
From this time forth shall be my sanctuary;
Its public opening furnishes no clue
To that apartment where I shall abide ;
My secret entrance is to you alone,
Save Tubal and my lost Elise, confided.
Be not ashamed to share the trust with Tubal.
With all his faults, as drunkenness and theft,

I've never known him to betray his master;

I feel that he will not go back on me,

Although the keen distemper of the age

Turn white men from the paths of honesty.

'Tis better you should not abide with me;

You're young, and full of lusty strength of hope,

And tempered not burnt through by fire of war

Go to the world, as wise as it, but better!

For me, withered, branchless, by lightning struck,

I am an oak, windshaken, shattered all

But let them stand from under where I fall !


Uncle, farewell ! Trust not too much to Tubal !
We will obey your orders and disband.

[Exit Clinebell.]



SCENE I. Near the secret entrance of Hildebrand's
Cave. Present: Tubal, with a squad of colored
volunteers sent to Captain Hildebrand.


Squar yoselves into a line dar, boys Fse gwine to
harass de smeltitude!

[They form a line.]
Fellow men, and brodahs !

De honah is fell on you to surrender Hilder-
branch ! I myself is a small piece of greased light-
nin, done up in brown paper; but I wants you all
to hab de honah of tookin Hilderbranch, widout
me! Cause why? Cause I use to b'long to him;
and if you all done it wid me, I would monopulate
all de glory-halleluy ah ! Dars de cave where he
corn-shells heself! He's an Out-lord, a rip-bill,
and a philopotamus of de deepest dye! Which

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