No Greater Love
Chapter 8
Holloman House
Thunder continued to rumble and the rain poured down
the oak shingles
on top of the mansion. Both the windows and the single fixed vane shutters
were closed tight against the driving rain and the wind; this was no
passing spring shower. The large oak trees with their gray beards of
Spanish moss swayed with each gust of the howling wind coming from
the
North like the Yankee Army after the battle of Shiloh.
Johnny sat at his desk in the corner of the room
with a tallow candle
burning in the brass holder. Adam was lounging on the big bed, slightly
dozing, his head buried in the goosedown pillows and his long red hair
spread out down the back of his linen shirt. Every now and then Johnny
would look over at his sleeping lover. Four years ago, at the age of
15,
Adam Ross was nothing more than a street rat on a dirty Natchez street,
working in King's Tavern. Johnny had saved the handsome boy from that
dark
fate. Could he save him from death in this horrible war?
Johnny opened his Journal, then took the brass tipped
quill and dipped
it into the dark black ink. He stared at the fresh clean page for a
moment,
then dated the page: May 1st 1862, Holloman Plantation, Yazoo County,
Mississippi. 'I am so worried about Billy. I keep telling Adam that
he will
get better before too long, but deep inside I fear the worst. The fever
is
still way too high and the healing salts don't seem to be working.
We have
cut back on Morphine, too much will kill him, so says Doc. Hancock.
Mother
and Father both are worried about him also. Father said the other morning
in private that he don't believe that Doc. Hancock believed that Billy
was
wounded fighting for the South since he had not seen him in over two
years.
The last time was right before Christmas of 1860. I think Doc. Hancock
is
still mad from the party when he asked Billy about the color of his
politics and Billy replied right back that the color of his politics
was
nobody's damned business but his own. Billy is a strong-willed person
and
according to him his little brother Jamey is the same way at times.
Billy
says that Jamey is already a young heartbreaker.
I heard rumors last night from Father that the Confederate
Navy has
reinforced the log raft near Hayne's Bluff on the Yazoo. Now only pilots
who know the river can get through. Also they have mounted a big gun
up
there, a 24 pounder according to what father heard. I can tell by the
look
on Father's face something is on his mind that concerns me and Adam
but he
will not say, he has to be in the right state of mind when he says
it.
Today it is really raining. I have not seen it pour this bad since
January.
We really need the rain, the crops are beginning to really grow, the
corn
and field peas are looking nice. The cotton - why bother since we can't
ship it any more with New Orleans captured and the Mouth of the Mississippi
closed. Oh, what a loss, the largest City in our nation in Yankee hands
and
the sinking of the Ironclad Louisana and the grounding of the CSS Manassas.
If only we had iron works down here like they do up North in Cincinati
and
Pittsburgh and other places. Richmond has one and Simmes, Alabama.
Mississippi has several small ones but nothing of great use. It has
been
almost five days since the battle of Chickasaw Bayou. I know Captain
Brooks
understands about my and Adam's absence. I left him a brief note the
night
we left Vicksburg, that grand city on the hill ringed by guns and forts.
My
wonderful lad still sleeps, I know he is worn out. The battle really
took
some of the boyish charm away from him and now Billy laying in the
other
room in pain does not help my lad. I am so proud of my lad though,
he did
wonderfully at Chickasaw Bayou. He was sighting our 14 pounders with
a
skill that not many trained in the art at school could match. I wonder
though what he thinks at times when he is silent, with that faraway
look in
those bright green eyes of his. I know he thinks that the guns he sighted
so well was cutting through the ranks of men and boys like me and him.
He
also thinks and I can feel it that the boy that Billy keeps calling
in his
dreams was his lover and that just maybe one of the shells he sent
raining
down on the ranks of the Yankees hit and killed Billy's Davie. I feel
his
pain because myself is the one who ordered the guns fired. Oh, Dear
Lord,
what have we started, has the world gone totally mad? I continue to
glance
over at Adam as he sleeps, sprawled out on the big bed, his red hair
flowing down the back of his shirt like a crimson tide. Oh, how I love
him, my handsome, charming boy.'
Johnny laid his quill down and placed the cork stopper
into the top of
the glass ink well. He carefully blotted the damp ink and closed the
leather-bound Journal, then quietly he stood and blew out the candle
and
walked out of the room after leaning over the bed and gently kissing
Adam's
exposed cheek. Adam never stirred as he slept his deep dreamless sleep.
He walked down the hallway to the stairs and walked
quietly down. The
big house was silent. As he walked he passed his mother's sewing room
and
the music room til he came to the open door of his father's study.
He
knocked on the door jamb and waited for his father's reply.
"You may enter, my son," came the soft but deep voice
of his father
who was sitting in his big chair behind his desk which was cluttered
with
papers, open books, plus the large ash tray in which his smoking clay
pipe
rested, sending pleasant odors of the rich Virginia tobacco around
the
room.
"Father, may I have a word with you, if you're not busy, of course?"
John looked up from his open ledger. "Of course,
my son, you know I am
never too busy to speak with my sons." John smiled when he saw Johnny
walk
around the big desk with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, father." Johnny walked over to stand
beside his father's
large leather chair, then brushed back some of the open papers and
seated
himself on the corner of the large oak desk, something he had done
since he
was old enough to lift himself up that high.
"I see worry in those dark hazel eyes of yours. I
have not seen them
that dark in almost four years, not since the time Jim was killed in
that
duel in 1857. After that day I swore you lost what boyhood charm you
had
left, until graduation day when you marched so proud in that gray cadet's
uniform. Fifth in your class of forty, then I saw that sparkle when
you
brought Adam over to meet us, along with Billy. Then that night while
we
were alone you told us your plans for young Adam. I saw those eyes
sparkle
even brighter still when you told us about Adam and how you met him
and his
story. I could feel the pride in your heart blocking out the darkness
of
the loss you felt for Jim."
John looked up into the hazel eyes of his son, the
same color as his
own. He saw the tears flowing down the tanned strong cheeks. But in
John's
eyes he did not see his boy of 21, he saw his boy when he was younger
at
17, the day the world crumbled as he held Jim in his arms in that field
after he was shot, the day Johnny shouted for revenge as his tears
rolled
down his young face. Like then, John stood up from his chair, 6' 5",
230
pounds of all muscle, his beard and mustache with light hints of gray
showing, his own hazel eyes misting over. He took Johnny's hand and
pulled
him close, then sat down and put his son on his knee and held him close
as
the boy-man, a product of his own flesh and blood, sobbed.
John stroked the long blonde hair of his son as he
looked through the
open door of his office. His wife Sarah could be heard playing softly
on
the piano in the music room. "My son, what is wrong?"
"Papa, I am so worried about Billy, I don't think
he is getting better
at times. His handsome blue eyes are so dim as if," Johnny sniffled
and
wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve, then after a moment of silence
continued, "as if he does not want to live any longer." "At the same
time
I worry about Adam, we can't stay here hidden from the war no matter
how
much I want to at times, not out of cowardness but out of my love for
him.
Father, you remember what you said about the Yankees trying to come
up the
Yazoo River after they get rid of the log raft. The only thing blocking
them now is the guns at Vicksburg. I know one of the ironclads made
it past
the guns and now is patrolling the lower Mississippi near Port Hudson.
That
is all the river we still control. The Red is our life line from Texas
now.
If we lose both Vicksburg and Port Hudson, all is lost, the South will
be
cut in half. I still remember when Jim and I would sit under the old
burr
oaks at Jefferson College and talk about what we would do to stop a
enemy
from invading us. Now it seems like nothing but a childish dream. I
never
imagined us where we are now."
John looked at his son. "Johnny, listen to me now
and listen well. I
would give everything I ever worked for to see you happy and to see
Adam
grow up to be a fine southern gentleman such as yourself, and you have,
my
son, so has Adam. Love him just as much as I love you and, yes, I know
how
much you love him. Your mother and I are not blind, I saw that love
the
first time he stepped through the front door. I knew he would sleep
in your
bed with you and that is why neither myself nor your mother has ever
said
one word about fixing up one of the spare bedrooms for him. Your love
goes
beyond friendship, beyond the bounds of brotherhood. You love him and
I
know he loves you more than anything in this world for what you have
done
for him. You two are so special in your own ways. I can not think of
you
unless I think of Adam and I can not think of Adam without thinking
of you.
So, my beautiful boy, wipe away those tears and smile, let me see that
sparkle in your eyes, those hazel eyes that for three generations have
sparkled and looked upon some of the greatest times and events from
the
Battle of Waterloo and the defeat of the French to the Battle on Lexington
Green and the Surrender of the British at Yorktown, and how can we
forget
the proud moment when your own grandfather stood with General Jackson
and
watched the British lay down their arms at New Orleans." John smiled
and
winked at the wave of bright red hair standing outside the library
door and
he nodded for Adam to enter. He noticed the red eyes from where Adam
had
listened to most of what had been said.
Adam walked through the door and smiled as he looked
upon the sight of
Johnny sitting on his father's knee. At the same time he felt the pain
and
hurt of not being able to remember one time being able to sit in his
father's lap when he was just a child. Adam continued to walk and Johnny
turned red at seeing Adam walking in the room, smiling at his lover
sitting
on his father's knee like a child. John motioned for him to come around
the
big desk and, with his free hand, took Adam's left and pulled the boy
down on
his other knee so that they were facing each other.
"My two sons, proud soldiers sitting on my old knees.
I wonder what
Captain Brooks would have to say about two of his best soldiers with
tears
in their eyes, sitting on an old man's lap, or Savvy Read. I better
write a
response to Captain Brown of the CSS ARKANSAS, saying please excuse
the
delay of my son's arrival. He had to spend time on his Papa's knee."
John
let out a hearty laugh as the two boys turned crimson in the face.
He
hugged the boys close. "Ah, stand up, my lads, these old knees can't
take
that much weight like they used to and what would Mother say if she
saw you
two in here on my knees like two mere boys. She would give you both
chores
to do and most likely would have you two in your room doing homework
again." John let out another laugh as the boys stood and stretched.
John
pushed the big chair back and stood, then he slapped both boys on the
back.
Johnny and Adam just looked at each other in silence
for a moment.
"Father, what do you mean, our arrival at the ARKANSAS? We're with
Captain
Brooks and the land batteries."
"Ah, my boys, if you wish to stay on land, sure,
be my guest. I know
that Savvy and Captain Brown will be disappointed that you did not
accept
his commissions as sailors on board his ship."
"Commissions in the NAVY?" both boys almost shouted at the same time.
John smiled, "Yes, my sons, commissions in the Confederate
Navy. Here's
Captain Brown's letter that arrived the other day from Yazoo City."
John
pulled the heavy piece of paper in which Captain Brown had written
his plea
for help and his desire to have the two boys become part of his crew
off
the desk and handed it to Johnny. Johnny scanned the letter and his
face
broke into a grin and that famous sparkle in his hazel eyes brightened.
He
showed Adam the letter before handing it back to his father. Johnny
grabbed
Adam and hugged him close. Gunners on the CSS ARKANSAS, now that had
a ring
to it. John smiled at the two boys' faces so close in their embrace
that a
light breeze would cause their lips to make contact.
"Boys, if you plan to kiss, please wait for your
mother to leave the
room and let me make a hasty departure for the kitchen for a cup of
coffee." John laughed hard as the boys pulled back their faces, glowing
red
like the red hot fireboxes of a Mississippi River Packet boat.
Sarah smiled at her husband, "John, why do you do
that to those
handsome boys? I much wanted to see that kiss and compare it to ours
when
we were young and felt the fresh breath of love blowing on us every
time we
were close. Not that I am saying that fire has cooled down much over
the
years."
John smiled and pulled his wife close as Johnny and
Adam stood in
silence, looking at his parents and Adam's adoptive ones. John kissed
his
wife on the cheek. "Now see, my boys, that is not so bad and, like
I
said, we may be old but we're far from blind."
Sarah pulled back, "Old, old, you may be old but
I am still young and
pretty. You don't see any gray hair in my head, John Horatio Kingston!"
She
playfully slapped her husband on the arm.
Johnny and Adam were smiling. His parents were still
in love with each
other, more than any two people he had ever known.
"Pa, begging your pardon. Horatio is your middle
name, was you named
after Horatio Nelson the Admiral of the British fleet at Trafalgar
in 1805
and if I remember correctly was killed there while commanding his gunners?"
John looked at his son and smiled. "Yes, my
boy, the very one you just
named and, Sarah, you're right, all that book learnin' paid off."
Sarah looked back at her husband, "John, it was you
who told me that it
would do no good to waste good money on that thick-headed boy. It was
me
who sent that boy to college in 1854. You just shook your head."
Adam giggled, "Thick-headed is right, when he made
his mind up I don't
think General Grant and his Yankee army has a chance on changing it."
John
and Sarah laughed at Adam's comment and Johnny looked at Adam. His
eyes
told the boy, 'I will get you back for that.'
"Now, now, boys, both of you are very smart young
men and you're right,
Sarah, who would have thought this thick-headed boy of ours would have
graduated 5th in his class and would bring home another son for us
to raise
like our very own." Johnny smiled and Adam just looked at the other
three
people in the room.
"Oh, and by the way, when you to leave for Yazoo
City I am going to
have new ropes put on that bed, I am sure they are getting weak with
all
that use that they have gotten over the last few days. Mother and I
do
enjoy a good night's rest. Still we're not as young as you two are
any
more." John laughed deep and heartily as the crimson red shone in the
faces
of Johnny and Adam, the bright red that seemed to be commonplace any
more
when in the presence of John.
"John Kingston, will you give those boys some peace
before their faces
stay that color forever." Sarah smiled and walked over to her boys
and
hugged them close.
"Yes, mother. Come on, boys, let's go into the dining
room for some
coffee and a little bit of Irish Cheer for my new sailors." John wrapped
his arm around Sarah's waist and motioned to the boys to come along.
He
looked back at the two boys and saw them walking side by side each
other.
He stopped "Wait a moment, Sarah. They can't share their love in public
like we can so I have to make sure they know how to do it right while
they're here." He took Johnny's right arm and wrapped it around Adam's
thin waist and then took Adam's and put it around Johnny's, then he
returned to Sarah and replaced his own hand. "Now, my boys, that is
how
you do it." He smiled and led the way out of the library to the large
dining room.
They walked down the long hallway to the dining room,
passing the
busy house servants as they smiled and looked on. Johnny wondered 'was
there anything secret in this family's mansion' but he knew the secret
was safe. His parents would never say a word in public about it and
the
slaves held it in trust and fear of what might happen if they said
anything and the word got out. They entered the cool dark dining room,
the shutters still fastened tightly against the driving rain which
still
poured. John removed a glass globe from one of the oil lamps on the
wall
and pulled a match from his vest pocket and struck it and lit the wick
to
the lamp; the yellow flame burned brightly as John replaced the globe.
Momma Sallie, the large black cook, smiled as she
entered the room.
"Afternoon, madam and sirs. May I bring you something to eat or drink?"
"Yes, Sallie, bring us some of the special coffee."
"Yes sir, you want that special Irish blend. You
also want the special
liquor that goes with it?"
"Yes, Sallie, that is what we want, thank you."
"You most welcome, sir."
Sallie bustled out of the room, her homemade dress
swishing around the
large hips. She headed out the back door of the main house to the large
brick and wood kitchen located behind the house proper. The wood covering
over the brick walk kept off most of the heavy rain. She entered the
large
kitchen. Samson, her husband, sat at the large scarred cook's table
where
the chopping block sat and other items. She reached above her head
and
removed the blue coffee pot and walked over to the cistern pump and
began
to work the handle up and down to draw water from the well. She filled
the
pot and sat it on the stove while she reached into the cuboard for
the bag
of coffee beans. The amount needed was poured and then ground and added
to
the water in the pot on the huge wood-fired cook stove. She sat down
at the
big table.
"Samson, something's up with the master and his family.
I never seen
those two boys so happy. I saw them when they walking into the dining
room,
they arms were around each other's waist like they in love."
Samson looked up at Sallie. "Uhuh, whatever is going
on is none of yo'
business, woman. White folk business is they own and not ours to meddle
in.
Those boys are in love, anybody can see that, but they best be careful,
there some bad folks out there and they would love to kill a set of
white
boys fo' lovin' each other like that. That village preacher man is
one of
them folks. You heard him preaching that fire and brimstone from that
big
leather Bible full of words that we have no idea what they mean." Samson
paused to relight his corncob pipe. "Why you brewing that fancy coffee
for?
Sure they ain't 'specting visiters in this foul weather."
"Master John requested it and the special liquor
he keeps locked away.
I think it is for the boys, they supposed to be heading north to Yazoo
City
and manning them big guns on that iron boat."
"Them white folk are crazy. They know iron don't
float but I don't put
nothing against them. When people is warring against each other, you
try
anything to get ahead." Samson blew a ring of smoke into the air where
it
drifted up into the smoky rafters that held the large peaked roof.
"Yea, honey, I don't understand white folk and they
ways sometimes."
Sallie stood up and removed the coffee pot from the hot iron stove
with a
mittened hand, then she took it and strained the coffee and poured
it into
a large silver serving pot that sat on a large tray. She added the
small
sugar bowl that held the coarse brown sugar and a bowl of cream. Then
she
added four china mugs, each bearing the Kingston crest of crossed swords
on
a blue shield with a large scrolled K in the center.
Sallie picked up the tray and headed across the covered
walkway back to
the main house. The wind had calmed down and now just the rain continued
to
pour. Sallie entered through the screened door and passed through the
small
serving kitchen, a small room with a small cook stove that was used
to keep
food warm for guests and was used to pour and fix drinks while the
guests
were entertained in the rest of the large mansion. Sallie bustled back
into
the dining room where the four people were sitting and talking about
events
of the day. Sallie sat the heavy tray down and put a china cooling
plate on
the table and sat the silver coffee urn down, then she sat a china
cup in
front of each person, along with the bowls of sugar and cream. "Mr.
John,
the special liquor is locked up in the cabinet behind you, sir."
"Thank you, Sallie." John stood and removed a small
key from his vest
pocket and unlocked the glass-enclosed cabinet and removed a large
decanter
of dark brown whiskey. He sat it down in front of him.
Sallie started pouring coffee into the china mugs,
then she sat the
coffee urn down and left the room. She, like some of the other house
servants, enjoyed listening to the white folk talk so she busied herself
with dusting close to the hall entrance so she could overhear the talk.
John pulled the glass stopper from the decanter of
whiskey and poured a
strong helping in his mug and Johnny's and Adam's. Sarah added a light
helping of cream and a several spoons of sugar and that was all for
her.
John, still standing, raised his mug in the air and
the others stood.
"A toast to the finest lads in the Southern Army and my two sons."
"And to the CSS ARKANSAS!" added Adam.
They all took a sip of the strong hot coffee and sat back down.
"Nothing beats Irish coffee combined with Irish whiskey,
but from what
I have seen today I think one of us would disagree with me." John looked
at
Johnny and winked.
"Just what does that wink supposed to mean, John?"
"I am sure Johnny will agree with his father on this
one. Irish coffee
and whiskey is mighty fine combination but there's nothing like Irish
cream." Johnny smiled and looked at Adam who just looked down into
his cup.
John laughed as Sarah covered her mouth.
"John Kingston, I think that kind of remark should
be left in the bed
chamber."
"Yes, you're right, my dear, it should be, but if
that is what keeps
the sparkle in those eyes of my son, then so be it. Like I told Johnny
this
morning with him sitting on my knee, that sparkle is special and I
never
want to see my son walk into my study so worried. Those hazel eyes
looked
almost black with worry."
"John, I do believe he is a little bit old to be
sitting on your knee
like he used to."
"My dear, I had both of them on my knees this morning,
both of our
sons. Tomorrow you boys will head north to Yazoo City. I will send
50 of
our best slaves to help with construction, but I want a report first
on
what is needed." John sat his mug down on the table. "Three cups at
one
time is enough. I believe I will lay down for awhile and take a nap.
Since with this rain I can do nothing else and I do not wish a noon
meal
today. Y'all may help yourselves but I need to cut back." He stood
and
clapped the boys on their backs and headed down the hallway, his heavy
boots echoing on the hardwood floors.
"Well, my darlings, I am going to go sew for awhile.
I got a special
project I am working on and I would like to have it finished before
you
leave. I know I have a while before the ARKANSAS is ready to depart
Yazoo,
but still I want it perfect." Sarah stood up from her seat and kissed
both
boys on the cheek. Sarah slipped out of the room and down the hall.
Adam looked at Johnny and smiled. "I'm really that Irish?"
Johnny looked back at Adam. "Babe, you're my Wild
Irish Boy and, yes,
that flaming red hair gives you away." Johnny sat his cup down and
stood
up. He walked behind Adam's chair and wrapped his strong arms around
him.
"Come, my lovely lad, let's go check on Billy." Johnny helped Adam
out of
his chair and wrapped his arm around Adam's waist. They walked down
the
hall past Sallie who smiled at them and shook her head.
'Samson sho' was right, that boy is smitten but he
is right tho', I
better not say one word to anyone outside the house. Them field slaves
would have it all over the place.' Sallie continued her dusting while
the
boys' footsteps faded in the distance and up the stairway.
They walked arm in arm down the cool dark 2nd story
hall to Billy's
room located in the middle of the floor and entered quietly. Billy
was
resting, lying on his back, his black hair fanned out against the snow
white pillow. His eyes were closed, the soft lids and black eyelashes
at
ease, his chest rising slowly with each breath of air he took. The
white
gauze bandages covered his left side, but the smooth pale skin was
exposed on the right, the brown nipple ringed by one or two black hairs
surrounded by a sea of smooth white tight flesh. The thin cotton sheet
was pulled up to the top of his groin. Johnny and Adam looked at their
friend with loving slowness, soaking in the boy who would always hold
a
special place in their hearts. They walked quietly and softly to the
sides
of the bed. Adam had closed the door the minute they had entered the
room.
It was not time to change bandages or clean him up, this was their
special
time with their special friend, one who they both loved with more love
and
reverence than anyone else except for John and Sarah.
Johnny and Adam sat down on the big bed, the twin
to the one in his own
corner bedroom. Billy continued to sleep peacefully and quietly. Maybe
the
medicines were working, but they knew it was Billy's strong will to
live
that was doing the most healing. Billy's smooth youthful hands lay
at his
sides. They each took one in their hands and held it close. Johnny
and Adam
looked across the bed at each other, connected by Billy and the war,
and
everything else vanished from their minds except for the love they
shared,
the pain, and three beating hearts beating to the sound of love and
friendship. A sound stronger than the beating drums of 1000's of armies.
* * * * *
Hello, Dear Readers, once again we're at Holloman
House, doesn't it
feel good to be back home? Now some things dear and deep to Johnny
were
brought out by his Father. Who is Jim? Why is Johnny so worried about
Billy
and Adam? Both parents now know of the love between our two boys and
looks
like they approve of it. So that is one less worry for us now, ain't
it, or
is it? Sallie, the black house servant, knows the secret; can she keep
it
quiet? Will she? We see how strong love can be when people love each
other.
But what lay ahead in Yazoo City and this Armored Ship, the CSS ARKANSAS?
So many unanswered questions and so little coffee.
I must agree with
Johnny's father, a good Irish Coffee with a double shot of Irish Whiskey
does make a mighty fine drink. So in these early morning hours of December
1st, 2000, I raise my own mug to the boys in gray and to all the people
who
are reading this. THREE CHEERS for all that we do. THREE CHEERS for
the
ones we love the most - friends, family, boyfriends, and crushes. Now
one
last thing, A CHEER for ourselves for being proud of who we are! No
matter
what side of the Mason-Dixon Line you're on. No matter where in this
great
world. Stand up and be proud of where we came from and Who we are NOW!
As always, I love to hear from my readers, by E-mail which is still
the
same - Swarri1349@aol.com
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Idle
thoughts and a few good words in between.
Thank y'all
Stephen