held that “missing” soldiers were those who had been shot, and who
crawled off somewhere in the woods out of sight to die. A
lumberman from Juno Mills, who was up on a horse-trade, went so
far as to broach still a third theory, viz., that “missing” soldiers were
those who had run away under fire, and were ashamed to show
their faces again. But this malicious suggestion could not, of course,
be seriously considered.
Meanwhile, what little remained of the fall farm-work went on as if
nothing had happened. The root-crops were dug, the fodder got in,
and the late apples gathered. Abner had a cider-mill of his own, but
we sold a much larger share of our winter apples than usual. Less
manure was drawn out onto the fields than in other autumns, and it
looked as if there was to be little or no fall ploughing. Abner went
about his tasks in a heavy, spiritless way these days, doggedly
enough, but with none of his old-time vim. He no longer had
pleasure even in abusing Lincoln and the war with Hurley. Not
Antietam itself could have broken his nerve, but at least it silenced
his tongue.
Warner Pitts came home on a furlough, with a fine new uniform,
shoulder-straps and sword, and his arm in a sling. I say “home,” but
the only roof he had ever slept under in these parts was ours, and
now he stayed as a guest at Squire Avery’s house, and never came
near our farm. He was a tall, brown-faced, sinewy fellow, with curly
hair and a pushing manner. Although he had been only a hired man
he now cut a great dash down at the Corners, with his shoulder-
straps and his officer’s cape. It was said that he had declined several
invitations to husking-bees, and that when he left the service, at the
end of his time, he had a place ready for him in some city as a clerk
in a drygoods-store—that is, of course, if he did not get to be
colonel or general. From time to time he was seen walking out
through the dry, rustling leaves with Squire Avery’s oldest daughter.
This important military genius did not seem able, however, to
throw much light upon the whereabouts of the two “missing” boys.
From what I myself heard him say about the battle, and from what