This is the second part of a fiction serial, in 815 words.
Momma had kept the tobacco going while daddy was away. That still sold for cash, or could be traded for what we needed. The money was not much use, not Confederate bills, anyway. She would say, “Might just as well hang these on the nail in the outhouse, put ’em to some good use’. We never did get troubled by the Yankees that daddy warned me about. Though the fighting got close enough that we could hear the guns at times.
Then one day, we were hanging washing out front, when there was the sound of horses, a lot of horses. Cavalry came riding slowly up the turnpike, from the north. They had blue uniforms on, and I feared they would raid the farm, maybe hurt momma. But one of them just raised his cap and called out, ‘Good day to you, dear lady”. He had a funny voice, and I asked momma why he was talking so strange. She shook her head. “He’s Irish, Phin. Lots of them Irish fellas up north, I hear. They come all the way across the ocean to fight for the Federals. No wonder we’re losing this war”.
Three weeks after he got home, daddy walked into town one afternoon to see if he could sell the dry tobacco we had stored in the barn. He came back late, and woke me up to talk to me. “I spoke to Mr Shultz, the land agent. He says that some men from up north are in town, buying up land. They are paying with Yankee dollars, in gold. I told him to tell them to come see me, boy. So I thought you should know I am planning to move us on. Nothing left for us here now, with your momma and Calvin gone. The Bloys are getting old, and we don’t have any kin left alive. I reckon we ought to head west, look for a better life”.
I didn’t know much about the west, though I had heard tell of the gold rush, and injuns of course. I had never been outside the county all my life so far, so I didn’t know that much about anything. “We going to mine for gold, daddy?” He smiled at me. “No, that’s played out, boy. I reckon we will get ourselves a nice piece of land, build a homestead, maybe raise cattle or horses. What do you say to that?” I immediately pictured myself as a cowboy, yee-hawing, and rounding up the stock. It seemed like more fun than growing tobacco. “Sounds good to me, daddy’.
The two men were serious, sweating in the May heat in their thick wool suits as they walked around with daddy as he showed them our place. I wasn’t part of any negotiating of course, but I listened from the bedroom as they argued. Daddy had a price in mind, and they had a lower one in theirs. There was lots of talk about the yield of the tobacco crop before the war, and I knew for sure that daddy exaggerated how much we could grow. After a lot of talking into the afternoon, they left in their buggy. When I came out, daddy was smiling. “Those boys thought to cheat me, Phin, but I held out for the price I always wanted. We had better go say goodbye to the Bloys on Sunday, ’cause we will be leaving soon as I sign the papers”.
Over the next few days, we packed up the tools, and our few clothes and posessions. Once daddy got the money from Mr Shultz, he bought us some work clothes, boots, and warm coats. He told me most of the money was going on buying a travelling wagon, with a canvas top. We would be living in that with all our stuff, until we got wherever it was we were going. We needed a pair of calm mares to pull the thing too, but there would be enough left to get by on, and to buy the land when we arrived. One day, he took me out back and showed me the Henry Rifle he had brought home from the war. “Took this off a dead Yankee, Phin. He was lying right on top it”. He also had his pistol, a Navy Colt that he had taken to the war. He showed me how to load and fire both of them, setting up some stones as targets.
“You will have to know how to use these where we’re going, Phin”. He had bought me a hunting knife at the store in town. “That old bayonet ain’t much use as a knife. Only good for sticking in someone. But you hang on to it”. I watched him cleaning the rifle and pistol later, as I played around with my new knife.
I was growing up fast, and could feel the excitement in me.
Well done, Pete. You have the fine tuned the points of life in the 1860’s. Better yet, you have the characters nailed. I think Phin will be fine. Kids are far more resilient than we realize.
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I’m very pleased to hear your thoughts, Jennie. This story is quite a challenge for me.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re doing an excellent job, Pete!
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A great historical adventure underway, Pete!
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Thanks, John. It is a big challenge for me this time. Lots of research! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Pete, I’ve decided to do a series of stories on obscure countries, based on that post of yours about Africa…now you’ve got me researching as well!
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Bhutan will be a good start. Who knows anything about Bhutan? 🙂
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We’ll see what people think Pete! It they don’t like it don’t worry, I won’t blame you!
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A good start and moving on is good …new adventures to come 🙂
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Thanks, Carol. It’s a long serial, for a long trip. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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A very interesting look back, Pete! Remembers me somehow on the series “The Waltons”. 😉 Even this series in my remembrance was not located in war times. Thank you, Michael
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The Waltons was set a little later in history, Michael. There were cars in that series.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, that right, Pete! Lol Forgot the cars.
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I’m enjoying this series. People in our nation always seemed to move west when times got hard. I can’t imagine doing it in 2020.
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I am very pleased you like this serial. It is a new challenge for me, as I have never been to America, and the period following the civil war is not something I know much about. So I have to do a lot of research. 🙂
I think moving west is still an option in America today, perhaps to Arizona or New Mexico? That would appeal to me, if I was in one of the big cities in the east.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’ve lived in California. It wasn’t the land of opportunity. We moved back to the mid-west, but hate the winters.
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Living in England, it is hard to imagine a country so vast. Though I once flew for 9 hours across the Soviet union, and had only touched a small part of it.
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It is a vazt country. We also have a habit of moving around in it during times of trouble.
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Its a time I think we all have a picture of due to all thew westerns that we have watched over time, as ever you have painted it clearly in my mind.
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Yes, that idea of ‘life on the open range’. I doubt it was much like the films used to show us, Eddy. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The start of a new adventure. Think I’m going to stay with you for this one, Pete.
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Thanks, Pete. No serial killers or big twists, just one family, and some history.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Nice! Scared to see a knife with a boy…so much for hope!
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I think everyone in America would have carried some sort of knife in the 1860s, Shaily. And 11 was considered to be quite grown up then. 🙂
Best wishes, Pet.
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(1) Momma kept the tobacco going while daddy was away. That’s because daddy needed tobacco for the pipe he smoked.
(2a) It didn’t occur to Momma to use the Confederate bills to wallpaper the outhouse? That would be an outhouse to die for!
(2b) Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Southern Comfort refer to a well-appointed outhouse?
(3) Connie Francis performed that old song, “Where the Bloys Are.”
(4) Overheard:
Father, screaming at the sky: “Curse this tobacco farm! We’re leaving!”
Phin: “Pipe down, papa!”
(5) Phin’s father cried, “Westward ho!” But none of the girls heeded the call. One of them laughed and said, “You’ll just have to settle for the Cheyenne Social Club!”
(6) “The two men were serious, sweating in the May heat…” If May Bloy is going to cheat on her husband, can’t she at least entertain one man at a time?
(7) Settlers who joined a wagon train were treated to a film, “How to Train Your Wagon.”
NOTE: I hope Phin’s father bought a Prairie Schooner. As stated by Wikipedia: “The Conestoga wagon was far too heavy for westward expansion.”
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The Conestoga was the ‘pioneer’ wagon that Phin had expected to see. Jessie bought a much smaller one. You did wonders with ‘pipe’ today, though I had expected reference to the song ‘Tobacco Road’, I admit.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m enjoying this, Pete. Something quite different and a part of history about which I don’t know much.
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A family saga stretching over a long period, Mary. The starting time period is not that familiar to me either, so I am relying on some research to help along the way. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This might be to much too soon, eh?
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For Phineas? Could be, but I expect he will step up, GP. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is an interesting time period you’ve set your story in Pete, and it’s not one I’m that familiar with so I’m looking forward to seeing how this progresses.
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Yes, dealing with the aftermath of the civil war starting in 1865 is more challenging than I expected. 🙂
So, long research, for short episodes!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Looking good, Pete. I think that lad better hang on to that bayonet.
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Yes indeed. Troubled times, following that war.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I am currently into westerns so looking forward to their journey, if they make it.
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It’s a long journey, so fingers crossed for them. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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