Dick was asleep when the boats entered the bayou, but he was soon awakened by the noise of landing. It was then that most of the Winchester and of the Ohio regiment discovered that they were comrades, thrown together again by the chances of war, and there was a mighty welcome and shaking of hands. But it did not interfere with the rapidity of the landing. The Winchester regiment was promptly ordered forward and, advancing on solid ground, took a little village without firing a shot.
All that day troops came up and Grant’s army, after having gone away from Grand Gulf in darkness, was coming back to it in daylight.
“They say that Pemberton at Vicksburg could gather together fifty thousand men and strike us, while we’ve only twenty thousand here,” said Pennington.
“But he isn’t going to do it,” said Warner. “How do I know? No, I’m not a prophet nor the son of a prophet. There’s nothing mysterious about it. This man Grant who leads us knows the value of time. He makes up his mind fast and he acts fast. The Confederate commander doesn’t do either. So Grant is bound to win. Let z equal resolution and y equal speed and we have z plus y which equals resolution and speed, that is victory.”
“I hope it will work out that way,” said Dick, “but war isn’t altogether mathematics.”
“Not altogether, but that beautiful study plays a great part in every campaign. People are apt to abuse mathematics, when they don’t know what they’re talking about. The science of mathematics is the very basis of music, divine melody, heaven’s harmony.”
“You needn’t tell me,” said Pennington, “that a plus b and z minus y lie at the basis of ‘Home, Sweet Home’ and the ‘Star Spangled Banner.’ I accept a lot of your tales because you come from an old state like Vermont, but there’s a limit, George.”
Warner looked at him pityingly.
“Frank,” he said, “I’m not arguing with you. I’m telling you. Haven’t you known me long enough to accept whatever I say as a fact, and to accept it at once and without question? Not to do so is an insult to me and to the truth. Now say over slowly with me: ‘The basis of music is mathematics.'”
They said slowly together:
“The basis of music is mathematics.”
“Now I accept your apologies,” said Warner loftily.
Pennington laughed.
“You’re a queer fellow, George,” he said. “When this war is over and I receive my general’s uniform I’m coming up into the Vermont mountains and look your people over. Will it be safe?”
“Of course, if you learn to read and write by then, and don’t come wearing your buffalo robe. We’re strong on education and manners.”
“Why, George,” said Pennington in the same light tone, “I could read when I was two years old, and, as for writing, I wrote a lot of text-books for the Vermont schools before I came to the war.”
“Shut up, you two,” said Dick. “Don’t you know that this is a war and not a talking match?”
“It’s not a war just now, or at least there are a few moments between battles,” retorted Warner, “and the best way I can use them is in instructing our ignorant young friend from Nebraska.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Colonel Winchester, who ordered the regiment to move to a new point. General Grant had decided to attack a little town called Port Gibson, which commanded the various approaches to Grand Gulf. If he could take that he might shut up Bowen and his force in Grand Gulf. On the other hand, if he failed he might be shut in himself by Confederate armies gathering from Jackson, Vicksburg, and elsewhere. The region, moreover, was complicated for both armies by the mighty Mississippi and the Big Black River, itself a large stream, and there were deep and often unfordable bayous.
But Grant showed great qualities, and Dick, who was experienced enough now to see and know, admired him more than ever. He pushed forward with the utmost resolution and courage. His vanguard, led by McClernand, and including the Winchester regiment, seized solid ground near Port Gibson, but found themselves confronted by a formidable Southern force. Bowen, who commanded in Grand Gulf, was brave and able. Seeing the Union army marching toward his rear, and knowing that if Grant took it he would be surrounded, both on land and water, by a force outnumbering his nearly three to one, he marched out at once and took station two miles in front of Port Gibson.