Transcriber's Note:
Obvious typographic errors have been corrected.
THE
BORDER SPY;
OR,
THE BEAUTIFUL CAPTIVE OF THE REBEL CAMP.
A STORY OF THE WAR.
BY LIEUT. COL. HAZELTINE,
FORMERLY CAPT. COMPANY A, FREMONT'S BODY GUARD.
NEW-YORK:
SINCLAIR TOUSEY, PUBLISHERS' AGENT,
No. 121 Nassau Street.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the
Year 1863, by Sinclair Tousey, Publisher's Agent, in the Clerk's Office of the District
Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York.
THE BORDER SPY;
OR THE
BEAUTIFUL CAPTIVE OF THE REBEL CAMP.
CHAPTER I.
The Rebel General Price—Determination to Fight—The SleepingIndian—Price Suspects him—He is Bound—Surprise—Escape.
"By my soul, it shall be done! Yes, safety, honor, fame, fortune, allrequire it!"
It was a wild spot. The towering rocks reached to the height of severalhundred feet above the valley below, where rolled the rapid waters ofthe Osage. Upon one of these jutting turrets, stood the speaker. Hislarge form rose above the mountain oaks, standing as he was upon itsmost elevated point. But a close observer could not fail to notice thathe was ill at ease. His eyes were restless, and as they wandered frommountain crag to the valley below, and thence to the far-reachingprairie in the distance, his frame trembled, and his fingersconvulsively clutched his long iron-gray locks, as they were streamingin the morning wind.
There was nothing remarkable in his dress, except that at such a timeand place he should have worn an elegant sword, which could be seenbeneath a large, dark cloak, thrown carelessly over his shoulders. Inother respects he was without uniform, or any mark indicating themilitary chieftain.
After gazing for some time upon the surrounding country, he again spoke:
"Yes, by heavens, it is a land worth fighting for, and I will—"
The speaker paused, and turning, beheld the approach of the person whohad interrupted his soliloquy. A frown covered his face as he asked:
"What do you want, Johnson?"
The answer came, rough and fiercely.
"Want? revenge!"
"On whom?" asked the first speaker, as he grasped the hilt of his sword.
"Not on you, General Price; so don't fear."
"Fear!" echoed Price, "I fear no man—nothing."
"Then why do you clutch your sword as I approach?"
"Because I believe you are treacherous," replied Price.
"Treacherous! ha! ha! ha! Can I be else, and serve you?"
"But are you faithful to me and my cause?"
"Your cause!" echoed Johnson. "Why I thought it was your country'scause!"
"My country's cause is mine," replied Price. "Again I ask you, are youfaith