Blockade Runner [NOOK Book]

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A rich Southern boy, an escaped Yankee prisoner, and jealous Jeff Majors are all vying for Leah Carter's attention. A blockade-running sea captain, a beautiful rebel spy, a gunboat in hot pursuit, and the words of Scripture hitting like a hammer all add to the ongoing story of Jeff and Leah's tumultuous world during the Civil War.

Blockade Runner is the fifth of a ten book series, that tells the story of two close families find themselves on different sides of the Civil War ...

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A rich Southern boy, an escaped Yankee prisoner, and jealous Jeff Majors are all vying for Leah Carter's attention. A blockade-running sea captain, a beautiful rebel spy, a gunboat in hot pursuit, and the words of Scripture hitting like a hammer all add to the ongoing story of Jeff and Leah's tumultuous world during the Civil War.

Blockade Runner is the fifth of a ten book series, that tells the story of two close families find themselves on different sides of the Civil War after the fall of Fort Sumter in April 1861. Thirteen year old Leah becomes a helper in the Union army with her father, who hopes to distribute Bibles to the troops. Fourteen year old Jeff becomes a drummer boy in the Confederate Army and struggles with faith while experiencing personal hardship and tragedy. The series follows Leah, Jeff, family, and friends, as they experience hope and God's grace through four years of war.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802478832
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/5/1996
  • Series: Bonnets and Bugles , #5
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 152
  • Sales rank: 437,937
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author


GILBERT MORRIS has written numerous novels for both adults and young people. After teaching high school, pastoring several Southern Baptist churches, and chairing the English department at Ouachita Baptist University, Gilbert retired to write and publish full-time. He has written more than 200 novels, including the Seven Sleepers series for youth. He lives in Gulf Shores, Alabama, with his wife, Johnnie.
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Blockade Runner

Bonnets and Bugles Series 5


By Gilbert L. Morris

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 1996 Gilbert L. Morris
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8024-7883-2



CHAPTER 1

A Grown-up Party


Oh, no, Leah, I think your dress is much prettier than mine!" Lucy Driscoll turned her head to one side, touched her dimple with a forefinger, and nodded with a smile. "That green matches your eyes exactly."

Leah Carter flushed with pleasure and examined herself in the mirror. She was wearing a muslin dress printed in a paisley pattern of coral and white with green trim on the collar and sleeves. Her skirt was in three tiers and very full.

She touched her honey-colored hair, which was done up in the newest fashion, and her eyes glowed with excitement. Nevertheless, she quickly said, "Well, I don't think it's as pretty as yours, Lucy."

She was accustomed to being second in any competition regarding clothing, for Lucy Driscoll was the daughter of John and Edith Driscoll, one of the wealthiest planter families in the Richmond area. Lucy was a beautiful girl—small, well-shaped, and her blonde hair and blue eyes exactly what they should be. The dress she wore was more ornate than most grown women wore and was made of green silk with pink lace flounces.

Leah had come to pay Lucy a weeklong visit. As the two girls giggled and dressed and arranged each other's hair, Leah thought how strange it was that they had become friends, for they had not always been on such good terms.

Lucy Driscoll was a Rebel to the core, believing in the Southern Confederacy with all her heart. Leah, on the other hand, came from Kentucky, a border state. Her brother was in the Union army, and her father was a sutler, serving the Union troops. The two girls had not been at all friendly at first, but Lucy had changed greatly, Leah thought, smiling.

"It's so nice that you invited me to stay with you, Lucy." Leah smiled. "Do you think we dare wear some of that rice powder you found?"

Lucy giggled. "I don't see why not. After all, we're practically grown up. I mean, after all, we're fourteen years old, going on fifteen."

The two girls delved into the cosmetics that had belonged to Lucy's sister, and finally Lucy exclaimed, "We'd better go down! I think I hear the music already."

"I wouldn't want to be late," Leah said.

Lucy's eyes gleamed. "I would!" she exclaimed. "If you go to a party early, nobody notices you—but when you go in late like this, everybody stops to stare." She laughed and took Leah by the arm. "I'm just joking, but I'm so excited—our first grown-up ball! And some of the young officers will ask us to dance."

"I'm more excited about meeting Belle Boyd than any officers," Leah said. "I mean, she's the most famous Confederate spy in the whole South. She's a real celebrity."

"Oh, it'll be fun meeting her all right."

Lucy was rather spoiled with meeting celebrities. She had met Jefferson Davis, Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and Jeb Stuart. They had all been at her parents' home at one time or another.

"I'm more excited about this dance card," she said. Lucy held up her card, and her eyes sparkled. "How many dances are you going to give Cecil?"

Leah flushed slightly. "Oh, I don't know," she muttered. She was much shyer than Lucy, having grown up on a farm. She'd had no experience in ballroom dancing at all until she came to take care of her Uncle Silas here in Virginia. Trying now to look casual about the whole thing, she said, "He probably won't even ask me—not with you around in that dress."

"Oh, yes, he will. He's crazy about you, Leah." Lucy nodded. She was a Southern belle to the bone, having grown up with beaus and parties and balls. Her older sister had been the most beautiful eligible belle in Richmond, so Lucy was fully aware of all the ways of flirting with young men.

They went down the beautiful curving staircase where they encountered a couple who had just entered.

"I don't believe you've met Mr. and Mrs. Pollard, have you, Leah?" Lucy said. "Mr. Pollard is the editor of the Richmond Examiner." She reached over and patted the big man's hand. "He's not only the best-looking editor in the South but the most important."

John Pollard was a tall, portly man with longish gray hair and brown, friendly eyes. "Now, don't you start flirting with me," he teased Lucy. "My wife will be jealous."

Mrs. Pollard was a small woman with carefully dressed reddish hair and very light blue eyes. She smiled. "If he were a few years younger, I'd take him away right now." She turned to Leah and said, "I've heard so much about you from your Uncle Silas. How is your family in Kentucky?"

"Oh, they're fine. I miss them a great deal, of course."

"I'm sure you do. Well—"

Mrs. Pollard was interrupted when a tall young man with the blackest possible hair, black as a crow's wing, joined them. He had well-set black eyes and was tanned in a very attractive fashion so that his teeth shone when he smiled.

"Why, hello, Jeff!" Lucy said quickly. "Have you met Mr. and Mrs. Pollard?"

The introductions were made, and Mr. Pollard examined Jeff's uniform. It was ash gray with brass buttons and looked very good on him. "What's your unit, soldier?"

"I'm in the Stonewall Brigade," Jeff Majors said proudly.

"You look so young!" Mrs. Pollard said.

"I'm almost sixteen," Jeff said quickly. "I'm a drummer boy right now, but it won't be long before I'll be in the regular army."

He turned to the two girls. "I've come to get my name on your programs before those other fellows get all the dances." He grinned. "Put me down for half of them."

Lucy laughed. "Why, you bold thing! I won't do any such thing as that—but you can have two."

Jeff winked at her, then turned to Leah. The two had grown up together, and their families were closely intertwined. As a matter of fact, Leah's family was keeping Jeff's baby sister, Esther. Since Jeff's mother had died and there had been no one else to care for the baby, the Carter family had generously volunteered.

"Well, I'll have all of yours then, Leah."

"No, you won't."

Another young man, dressed in a beautifully tailored brown suit, shoved his way in front of Jeff. "I'm having the dances with Leah. You may be in the army, but you can't hog all the good-looking girls."

Cecil Taylor was the same age as Jeff. He was rather thin with chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. His parents were almost as wealthy as Lucy's, and of course the two sets of parents had often whispered about how nice it would be if Cecil and Lucy fell in love and got married. Then, together they would have the biggest plantation in the South.

Mr. and Mrs. Pollard drifted away, and the two boys began to argue over dances. But they were soon swamped by soldiers. The two girls were young, but girls in the South matured early, and the young lieutenants themselves were mostly not over seventeen or eighteen.

Lucy had her arm seized by Jeff, who led her off to the dance floor. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at Cecil, whereupon Jeff said sharply, "You watch out for that Cecil. He's not always a gentleman such as a young man should be."

"Don't you worry," Cecil retorted. "Jeff's the one to look out for." Turning to Leah, he said, "There's the music. I've got me the prettiest girl in Richmond, and I propose to have her all to myself as much as possible."

It was a beautiful experience for Leah. As she whirled around the floor, her hoop skirt swinging, she remembered that the first time she had come to this place it had not been so. She had come wearing rather plain clothes, and Lucy had cruelly interrogated her about her Northern sympathies.

Now, however, she was having a wonderful time. The oak floor was polished, and lights glistened from the chandeliers. At the sides of the room, silver trays and crystal glasses were lined up on a snow-white tablecloth along with all sorts of refreshment.

"You'd never know a war was going on, would you?" Cecil murmured.

Leah thought of the wounded soldiers she had visited in the hospital at Chimborazo. They had been so pathetic that sometimes she had to leave so that they could not see the tears that came to her eyes.

Looking around the ballroom, she thought about how, even on the streets of Richmond, clothes were wearing thin, groceries were nonexistent in some cases, and the Confederacy was slowly being squeezed to death by the blockade that the Union had thrown along the coastline. Only a few swift-sailing blockade runners dared brave the Yankee gunboats to carry cotton for sale in England, returning with the precious commodities that kept the South alive.

"No, you wouldn't know there's a war. This is very nice." She looked over to where Jeff was dancing with Lucy. He was very tall, and Lucy was so small that she had to look up at him. "I wish I were tiny like Lucy," Leah said suddenly. "I feel like a big old cow!"

Cecil stared at her in surprise, "What makes you think such a thing?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just feel that way."

"Well," Cecil said, "stop thinking that way." He glanced over and said, "They do make a nice-looking couple, don't they? Wouldn't be surprised but what Jeff didn't fall in love with her. Most fellows do. I did!"

"Oh, you two were just childhood playmates."

"Well, that's true enough, and I guess people don't often fall in love with people they grew up next door to."

"Sometimes they do."

Leah's answer was so short that Cecil stared at her. Then he seemed to suddenly remember that Leah and Jeff had grown up together just as he and Lucy had. "You know, I think you're stuck on Jeff."

Leah blushed and bit her lip. "Don't be silly," she said.

Just at that moment the band reached the end of the piece, and Leah was claimed by a short, fat young lieutenant with a moon face and a thick Southern accent. He could not dance very well, but he was amusing. Leah found herself laughing at some of his outlandish remarks.

The dance had been going on for thirty minutes when a woman came into the room in the company of Mr. and Mrs. Pollard. Lucy and Leah were at the table with Cecil and Jeff, sampling the punch.

"Look! There's Belle Boyd," Lucy said. "Come on, let's go meet her." They crossed the room, and when they reached the threesome, Lucy smiled and said, "Miss Boyd, I've just got to meet you. My name is Lucy Driscoll." She introduced her friends quickly and added, "Oh, Miss Belle, we've heard so much about you!"

Belle Boyd, a young woman of about twenty, was not really beautiful. Her nose was a little too prominent, and she had a very determined chin. But she had a trim figure, and her dark hair was worn in curls. Her best feature was her fine, dark blue eyes, which she now put on the young people in front of her. "I'm happy to meet all of you," she said.

"Oh, tell us about some of your adventures saving the Stonewall Brigade," Lucy said quickly.

She turned to Jeff. "Jeff is in the Stonewall Brigade, and so are his father and his brother."

"Now here!" Mr. Pollard exclaimed. "We don't have time for Miss Boyd to tell stories."

He was right, for the young officers in their ash gray uniforms began crowding around, all clamoring for a dance with Miss Belle Boyd. She was sometimes called the Siren of the Shenandoah, sometimes the Rebel Spy. Already she had been arrested four times by Union authorities but each time had managed to obtain her freedom. She again turned her wonderful eyes on Leah, Lucy, and Jeff, saying quickly, "I'll be staying for a visit with your parents, Lucy. We'll have plenty of time to talk."

As Belle Boyd whirled off in the arms of a tall captain, Lucy said, "Isn't that exciting! She's so pretty!"

"She's not as pretty as you," Jeff observed. "Come on, this is my dance, Lucy." They moved away, Lucy's dress sweeping in wide circles to the waltz tune that the band played.

"Well, that's exciting—to get to meet Belle Boyd and actually talk to her. She's really something!" Jeff said.

"Yes, she is. I read stories about her in some of the magazines, but I never thought I'd get to meet her."

Leah's head was swimming from all the dances she'd had. She could not remember the names of all the young men she'd met.

Finally Cecil whispered, "Let's go get some more refreshments."

He got some cake and punch, handed a plate and cup to Leah, and said, "Come on, let's get out of this noise. I haven't had a chance to talk to you for all these blasted soldiers!"

"Don't call them that!" Leah protested.

She followed him out into a small garden area paved with flagstone. When he closed the French doors, the music became soft and muted. "Hey, this is nice, isn't it? Here, let's sit on this bench!"

Leah sat down and took a bite of cake. "This is good," she said. She looked around and noted the huge trees surrounding the Driscoll mansion. "I love magnolias," she said. "Their blossoms smell sweeter than anything."

Cecil took a swallow of punch and turned to her. "No better than you. They don't smell any better than you. You've been using perfume."

Leah flushed, for she had used some of the scent that Lucy had appropriated from her sister. "That's not nice to talk about what a girl smells like."

Cecil grinned. He was a happy-go-lucky boy. "Well, it is if they smell good," he argued.

Leah liked Cecil a great deal. He was an alert young man, full of fun and oftentimes practical jokes, and she enjoyed his teasing. He began talking about how in another two years he would be able to join the army.

Leah said quickly, "Oh, I hope the war's over by that time."

"Well, if the Yankees give up, it will be," Cecil said confidently.

"I don't know—the South is losing so many men."

"So are the blue bellies."

"I know, but they have so many more. Their armies just keep filling up."

"Sometimes numbers don't count so much."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, in the story about Gideon in the Bible, the Israelites only had about three hundred men—and they defeated their enemies."

"That's not the same thing!"

"Why not?"

"Because that happened a long time ago!"

"Well then, look at the American Revolution. The British had more soldiers than the colonists—but they didn't win." Cecil suddenly asked, "Which side are you really for, Leah? I've never really understood that. I mean, your brother's in the Union army, and Jeff's in the Confederate army. You've got an uncle here that's for the South. But your family—I guess they have to be for the North. What about you?"

It was a question that Leah had never been able to answer. She hated the idea of slavery with all of her heart. She also hated the war. But it had been obvious for some time that the North and the South would never be reconciled by peaceful means.

"I don't know," she finally said and dropped her head. "I just wish it were over."

Cecil was a sensitive young man. He obviously saw that he had disturbed her with his talk of the war and was sorry for it. Then his eyes gleamed with humor, and he said, "Leah!" He put down his cup. "I made my mother a promise one time. Do you think you ought to keep your promises? Especially to your mother?"

"Why, of course I do." Leah grew curious. "What did you promise her?"

"I promised her I would never kiss a girl until I was seventeen."

"Well, I think that's good." Leah nodded firmly.

Cecil reached over and took her arms. He was laughing as he said, "But I've decided to make an exception in your case." Then, before she could move, he kissed her on the lips.

Just as he did, the door opened behind them.

Leah pulled away from Cecil and leaped to her feet.

There stood Jeff with Lucy, staring at them. Lucy hid a smile behind her hand, but Jeff's dark eyes were angry. He said, "I think it's about time for you two to come inside."

"Oh, don't be such an old stick, Jeff." Lucy said.

But Jeff turned and walked away, and she followed him.

"I sure made old Jeff mad that time, didn't I?" Cecil whistled softly. He stared at Leah, saying, "I'm sorry. I was just teasing."

"Oh, he'll be all right. Jeff's just got kind of a hot temper."

Later on, Leah found it was not all right. She had one more dance with Jeff, and he did not say a word to her. He kept his head high and his eyes fixed over her head at the other dancers.

"Don't be mad, Jeff. Cecil was just teasing."

"None of my business what you do!" he said shortly. "If you want to go around kissing everybody that comes along—well, that's fine with me! 'Course, I expect your family would be pretty disappointed in you if they found out."

Instantly Leah grew angry. "I suppose you're going to run and write a letter telling them—or perhaps tell Uncle Silas!"

"Well, somebody needs to tell them."

"You're just an old tattletale! Besides, I bet you kissed Lucy, didn't you?"

Jeff's face suddenly flushed. "That's none of your business," he said. "I'm older than you are."

"One year older! That makes you grown up, does it?"

"It means I'm older than you are!"

"That doesn't mean anything!"

Jeff grew more angry. "You have a stubborn streak in you. Everybody knows that."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Blockade Runner by Gilbert L. Morris. Copyright © 1996 Gilbert L. Morris. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

1. A Grown-up Party,
2. Belle Gives Some Advice,
3. "You're Acting Like a Spoiled Brat!",
4. Alarm at Midnight,
5. Desperate Journey,
6. Trap for a Spy,
7. On to Bermuda,
8. A Birthday Party,
9. The USS Connecticut,
10. A Gallant Officer,
11. Love Is a Funny Thing,
12. Boston,
13. Captain Bier,
14. End of the Venture,
15. Kentucky Home,
16. Last Ride,

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