PS 635 .29 D544 Copy 1 rJ'^ L TTLE MAJOR. -A- C3-^l-^2:T3D MILITARY DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS, WITH NEW, STRIKING, AND ORIGINAL TALEAUX, MUSIC, SONGS. CHORUSES, SITUATIONS, AND SCENIC EFFECTS, PRESENTED FOR THE FIRST TIME ON ANY STAGE. DRAMATIZED FROM ACTUAL FACTS PRESENTED DURING THE GREAT WAR for the UNION, S IT CHARLES D. DICKINSON, Esq. 3=^OI^ MAJ. J. R. PERCIVAL, LATE of the 19th REG'T O. Y. I. DEDICATED TO THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPDDLIC. r =— THE— ■ LITTLE MAJOR. .A. C3r I^ -A- nST ID MILITARY DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS, WITH NEW. STRIKING, AND ORIGINAL TALEAUX, MUSIC, .SONGS, CHORUSES, SITUATIONS, AND SCENIC EFFECTS, PRESENTED FOR THE FIRST TIME ON ANY STAGE. DRAMATIZED FROM ACTUAL FACTS PRESENTED Dl^RING THE GREAT WAR for the UNION, — B"3r — CHARLES D. DICKINSON, Esq. .-^;^v^ DEC 30 183$; ])i. ^^^Vo.>....^.C^^' DEDICATED TO THE &RAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC. NEW LISBON, O. : OHIO PATRIOT STEAM JOB PRINTING HOUSE. 1883. Entered according to the act of Congress, in the year 1889, by CHARLES D. DICKINSON, in the office of the Librarian of Congress. TNIP92-009098 I TO THE PUBLIC: Any iiifiitijveiaenl or \ist' of any portiou of this Drama, without my written consent, will be punished by law, as I have received by copyright the sole privilege of producing it. CHARLES D. DICKINSON. Do not mutilate or mark this book, and return to manager when the part assigned has been coMimitted. All costumes, &c.. belonging to the manager must be returned imme- diately after the performance, on the last night of production. I DRAMATIS PERSONS. JOHN SUMNER- a soldier tine to the Unioii. J08IAH PERKINS— with plans and schemes. CARL SCHLAUFFER— the great drilljiiaster. HENRY WINSLOW— old, hut patriotic. FRANK WINSLOW— son of his father— with songs. CAPT. FRANKLIN— recruiting officer. DAN. BOARDMAN— a Union high private. TOM BOARDMAN— do., do. WILL EWING— do., do. SERG'T DAVIS— commanding Rebel squad. GEN. GRANT — commanding Union troops. GEN. RAWLINS— cliief of staff. COL. DREAV— aide to Gen. Grant. ist OFFICER. 2d OFFICER. WIDOW SUMNER— John's mother. MRS. WINSLOW— Henry's wife. KATE WINSLOW— Henry's daughter— with song. TRIBULATION PETTIBONE— with airs, graces and language. OLD MARTHA— the avenger. ALICE SHANNON— the "Little Major." GODDESS OF LIBERTY. CITIZENS. SOLDIERS. &c. THE LE MAJOR ACT 1. SCENE I.— LautlHcape — lohu ami Alice I'litcr. JOHN — Alice, what caust^s the intense hatred of your guardiau toward me y I'm sure I never thought of crossing his desires, even, niucii less to injure him in any way, and yet he treats me as though I was his mortal jenemy. ALICE— Well, you Itnow what a peculiar, seltish life he lias lived, and you might attribute his lack of sociability to that cause. JOHN — True, he has apparently lived onlj' for himself and his own grati- fication, yet that is no excuse for liis extreme hostility toward me: I some- times think tJiat all he lacks is the opportunity, to murder me. ALICE- -Why. John, you do not fear him';' JOHN— Fear? No. Fear is not the proper word; but a sort of instinct- ive knowledge that he would do me harm if he could, has warned me against him. But let us change the subject. We intend to hold a picnic up at the grove on Saturday afternoon, and all the arrangements are made for a very pleasant time. Would you like to go, Alice? ALICE — Yes, indeed, John, I would like to attend, but JOHN — But what? I know of nothing to prevent you if you desire to go. ALICE— There is nothing to prevent me except my guardian, and I know he would object. JOHN — Pshaw.' Why should he object to your enjoying yourself? ALICE — He would not so much object to my enjoyment, but JOHN— Another obstacle. But what ? ALICE — He would object to my going with you. JOHN — I know he hates me. but I did not suppose he would for that reason alone, interfere with your pleasure. ALICE — Can't you guess why? Oh. thesr men are so obtuse. JOHN — Redly. Alice. I fail to understand you. ALICE— Well, I see I shall have to enlighten you. He has asked me to marry him. JOHN— What: Mr. Perkins? He wants you to marry //m.? ALICE— Well, what is there singular about that ? I know I'm not so handsome as some girls, yet I think I'm not too homely to get married, or at least to receive proposals. JOHN— Alice you trifle with me. You know I don't mean that. But to thi«k that he would have t he presumption. Why, he is more than twice your age ALICE.— The lires of love cool not with age. But I see your curiosity is not verv animated. You don't even ask me whether I accepted him. 6 THE I.ITTJ.E ilAJOK. jOH^_You cnuUl never think of such a thhi2;. [Enter Perkins unboservni.] ALICE— Couldn't I? PERKINS— [w7«/ft^/'>?w^f^]— Here, Miss Alice, your phice is at home, and not out on the highway conversing with every vagabond you meet. And you, sir, would better make your way to the hovel you call home and slink out of the sight of honest men. JOHN— Mr. Perkins, there is no excuse for this insult. Poverty is no crime, and thank God. in free America, an honorable man. however poor, is the peer of the proudest in the land. PERKINS— Fine talk for a beggar. But goon I say. Clear out of this ! .JOHN— A beggar, did you say? Josiah Perkins, I never askeci or re- ceived from a human being one single cent for which I did nol render an equivalent. Can you say as much, truthfully? Dare you, with all your wealth, expose your past dealings with mankind'' Can you gaze into tlie mirror of the past without shuddering? As to obeying your commands, 1 am not upon your premises, and slial 1 use my own pleasure about leaving here. PERKINS— I will not bandy words with a pauper. Here, .Miss I com- mand you to return to the house immediately, and if you do not, I will be obliged to exert my authority over you in a manner which will be extremely unpleasant to you. ALK'E— I am not (piite ready to go yet. PERKINS — Go. I say. I will show you who is master, i/ytisififss.) ALICE— Hands off, you coward! { Haxmexx.) JOHN But lay one linger on her, and you'll measure your full length of miserable anatomy in the dust! And now hark. If you ever again lay hands upon this girl, save in the way of kindness, I'll follow jou round the globe but you shall receive your punishment. Come. Alice ; let us go. {Exuent John and Alice.'] PERKINS — Curses on them borli: They defy a man they know but lit- tle of. But I'll be even with them yet: The jade is yet legally under my control, and I must teach her another lesson or two liefore her wiucation is finished. And he. the poor begtrarl i will humble him, and make him bog of me for mercy. I will encompass him with sorrows that will wring his heart, and make him writhe like a worm beneath my feet. I will break his proud spirit, and make him kneel to me for favors. [Enter Carl, unob- served.'] My plans so far have been successful, and I propose they shall be the same in the future. I succeeded in getting the guardianship of Thomas Shannon's daughter, and her estate, and I did not take the risk of mixing up and administering the wrong medicine for nothing. My success is assured. [DL^cover.H Carl ] Hello! C^ARL — Hello py yourself vonce! Vats de matter mit you? You look so pad, like you lost tifteen cents PERKINS {agitated)— V^ hen did you come liere? CARL — Vot for you vant to know? I come to dis coundry six veeks before last Vensday. PERKINS — I mean, liow long have you been standing there? CARL — No longer like I am ust now. Fife feet und six inches. PERKINS (aside)— I don't believe this Dutch idiot heard me. or if he TIIK r.lTTLK MAJOU. T (lid, 1 (loiTt Ihiiik lie li:is l»r;iiiis cnoiigli to iindcrstaiul it. [Aloud.] Here I Who iire you? CAHL {HtvpkUy)~nvi ' k PERKINS — Yes, you.' Who air you. aud where did you come from? ("ARL — I'm Carl Sohlauffer, der peat drill-master in Prussia! I coa( from C'oblentz, on dcr Rhine. Maype you didn't know it. but I vos a Ciierman, und I fouijlit mit der Kaiser in der Faderland. PKRKINS — 1 don't care an\'thinAN— I believe there is a new officer in charge of this hell. It seems THE LITTLE MAJOR. 17 that within the last few days additional horrors have been invented to make our situation more miserable. {^Eiiter Perkins, di.sgui.sed ] PERK. — Here, what is this infernal grumbling about? JOHN — Sir, we are starving — dying by inches in this cursed hole. If you have tlie heart of a man within you, you will either give us something to eat, or use your endeavors to elfect our exchange. PERK. — Exchange? Ha! Hal You want to be exchanged, do you? Well, that is a good joke. You are dissatistied with your quarters and want something to eat ? Why, you are ungrateful wretches. You have sumptuous apartments here ; are well protected from the weather; are supplied with elegant furniture, fine carpets on the floor, andall the modern improvements at yourcommand. You want something to eat ? Why you have been dining upon the fat of the land until your weight has increased so that you can scarcely walk. Ha, ha, ha! JOHN — That voice! It sounds strangely familiar. It is, it must be, Colonel Perkins? PERK. — [ Tearing off dinyuiHe ] — It is ! Are j'^ou not overjoyed at meeting me? JOHN — How came you here ? And why do you wear that uniform? PERK. — I learned that you were here, and I had such a kindly regard for you that I could not bear the thought of separation ; so I came and succeeded in getting command at this place. I should think you would be very happy to meet me. JOHN — For heavens sake, don't add insult to injury! Give us some- thing to eat! Remember that we are your fellow creatures, and if there is a spark of humanity in your breast, do not starve us to death! PERK. — Ah! you beg for favors? I thought you would come to it. But the favor will not be granted! JOHN — How long do you propose to keep us here in this misery? PERK. — Keep you? Why, I propose to keep you as long as life lasts, my pets! I could not think of parting with you. Yes, I will keep you here until your parched tongues protrude from your shriveled lips ; until your emaciated limbs refuse to bear their burden; until your nerveless arms hang useless by your sides; until hunger and disease shall drive the last glimmer of life from your worthless carcasses, and then drag your rotting corpses out to be food for the crows, denymg you even the luxury of an un- known grave ! JOHN— Oh, God! this is horrible! When I think of the suffering that man has been the author of, it almost drives me mad ! And yet, in all my wretchedness and rags, I loathe and despise you! You who have worn the uniform of a Union soldier, and sworn to support the glorious old Stars and Stripes, the banner of the free, to treacherously violate your oath, abandon that cause, assume the dirty gray, ana aid the enemies of your country as keeper of a rebel prison pen ! You cowardly villain ! I could tear you limb from limb! PERK, {presenting pistol) — Have a care! You are in my power. JOHN {draicing flag) — Shoot! you dastardly scoundrel! Shoot through the flag you once swore to protect, and let me die as a soldier should, with his colors wrapped around him! PERK. — Oh, no ! You are entirely too auxious to die— and that would 18 THE LITTLE MAJOR. interfere witli 1113' plans. I want to continue this amusement until you drop on your weary and tlesliless knees at my teet, and beg of me for mercy. JOHN— Kneel to you, Josiah Perkins ? No, sir : ne'cer! An American soldier kneels to none but God! PERKINS— Well, continue your hilarity, my friends! I will send you in a nice fresh bone as soon as my dog gets through gnawing it. lExi,t.^, JOHN— Boys, there is no hope for us as long as that man remains here. He has the power, and will use it, to torture us in every way that his dia- bolical ingeiniity can devise. {Enter Frank ] DAN— What: Frank, are you here, and a prisoner? FRANK— Is it possible that these are my old friends, and altered to mere shadows of their former selves! How are you, John ; and Dan ; and Tom? (Business.) Yes, boys; I am sorry to say I am a prisoner. I was captured on the skirmish line night before last, and here I am. JOHN— Tell us of the boys. Where is C^arl. and the Little Major, and all the rest ? FRANK — Carl is with the regiment, safe and sound, and still "der pest drill-master," but the poor Little Major is gone. DAN— How ? Tell us all about it ! FRANK — Well, at the battle of the Wilderness, when you were captured, I was struck by a minie ball and badly wounded, and while I lay upon the field I heard a little drummer boy off to my left calling for water. I recog- nized in the faint tones the voice of the Little Major, and rose on my elbow to look at him. I saw him lying there, dying, and the pain of my wound caused me to faint. When I recovered consciousness, I was in the hospital, and C'arl told me that they had searched everywhere for the Little Major, but without success. They found his drum, l)ut suppose his body was car- ried off the field, and buried in the trench with hundreds of others. JOHN — Poor Little Major I It was a dreadful death for one so young! But, thank Heaven, he was spared the misery of imprisonment in this hor- rible place. FRANK — Cheer up, boys! I think your sufferings here are nearly ended, for our forces have bombarded the city with terrible effect, and I judge from what I saw as I was brought in, that the rebels are preparing to evacuate as quickly as possible. I believe our boys will soon be here. JOHN— Heaven grant that they may not be too late ! But, Frank, sing us one of your old favorite songs to cheer us up. [Frank sings. Firing outside. Union soldiers rush in, headed by Carl.] CARL— Ilooray for der United States und Prussia! Pully for Sheneral Grant und Carl Schlautter! Ve got dem rebel fellers dis time, py Shiminy. ain't it? Ilooray for eferypody ! Down mit der traitors und up mit der Star Spangled Panner! I feel so goot like I ust found a parrel of peer mit sour krout und speck! Hello! John, we befinden sie sick? Und Frank und Dan, and all you fellers, you're goin' to got out of dis, und go heim, and see der folks, und haf a pully dime! Der war is ofer, und I am der pest drill-master in America! [Business icith Perkins'} TIIK LITTI^K MAJOK. 19 ArT \\. SCENE I. — Widow Siiiimer's home — Widow S. discovered, readiug. WIDOW S. {reading) — >'My soul is weary of my life. I will leave my complaint upon myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul. Aland of darkness as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death without any order, and where the light is as darkness." Darkness indeed ; all is dark- ness! Tlie light of my life has gone out, and the gloom of death, without its forgetfulness, hovers about me. Mj"^ bright, brave boy, left me in the first flush of manhood, and now, alas! where is he? After the terrible bat- tle, how anxiously I awaited a message from liim; how I fought my fears and hoped for the best, until in the long report I found the name, "John Sumner, missing!" Not wounded. Even that would Iiave been better, for he might have recovered. But this terrible doubt and uncertainty is more wretched than death itself! Had he been taken prisoner, I should liave re- ceived some message from him. But the sad, weary months have dragged themselves along, and no word, no sign, from my lost one. The war, they say, is ended, and yet I see nothing l)ut tliose terrible words, "John Sum- ner, missing." Oh, God! liast Thou indeed forsaken me? [Business. In- visible chn'us~\ Did I dream? I thought I heard sweet music! [Reodf.'] The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He resto'reth my soul. He leadeth me in the patlis of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me. Thy rod and Tlij' staff they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever." Yes, I will put my faith in the Lord, for he alone can comfort me. Ah! [Enter- John.'l JOHN — Mother mine, I'm home again ! WIDOW S.— Oh, John! My darling, my lost one! [Business.^ "Tliou liast turned for me my mourning into dancing. Tliou liast put off my sack- cloth and girded me with gladness. Oh, Lord, my God, I will give thanks unto Thee forever ! " John, my cup of happiness is now filled by your re- turn at last; and tlie memory of those terrible words — "John Sumner, missing" — will be to me but as a dreadful dream. But, tell me, John, all about yourself since the battle when you were reported missing. JOHN — There is not nmeh to tell, mother. I was taken prisoner and conlined amid wretchedness and misery in the rebel prison. Castle Thunder, where they attempted to starve me to death, and very nearly succeeded. But at last our army was successful and entered Riclimond, and our German friend, Carl Schiauffer, was tlie first to enter our prison and release us. After that we were sent to Washington and tlience home. WIDOW S. — Mj' poor boy, how you liave suffered! JOHN — Yes, mother; but, thank lieaven, it is all over now, and our country is saved. [Knocking outside.'] There is some one at the door. [^Opens door, enter Winslow family.] WIDOW S. — Good evening, friends. I am glad to see you all. WINSLOW — Good evening. We thought we would all come over and rejoice together over the return of our boys, and the close of the war. John, you are looking better than I expected after the liorrors of a re])el prison. 30 THE LITTLE MAJOR. JOHN— Thank you. I feel my strengtli rapidly returning, and I think all I need is plenty to eat, and mother will take care of that. [Knocking outdde.'] But there is some one else. [Opens door, enter Carl.'] CARL— How you all vos. I ust couldn't come to town midout I come und see all der folks, und find dem oud dey vos all veil. I ust tole you, Mrs. Sumner, dem poys vos goot poys, und dey fought der baddies mit der flag ust so prave like der could, und pesides dey understand all apout der trill, too, for dey vos my poys, und I vos der pest drill-master in Prussia und der United States. [Knocking outside.] JOHN— There's some one else coming to see us, mother, [riaes.'] CARL— Ust you don'd mind apout dot. I vill open der toor mineself • [Opens door,] Oh, donnerwetter! [Enter Tribby.] TRIE.- Good evening, my detestable friends. The emotionableness of my heart reduced me to sequester forth under the belligerent starlight and pervade your home. Why, John, how charming you do repear in your millinery suit. I always did like to see a man dressed in a unicorn. And you, too, Frank, look so extinguished since you returned from the suicidal war. It affords me indefinite explication to bid you a vociferous welcome back. JOHN— Thank you. We were glad to return all safe and sound, but many of our poor fellows will never return; and there is one who will never be forgotten, and that one is the Little Major. FRANK— Yes; he was the gentlest, bravest, truest little fell I ever met; and, by-the-way, I hare composed a song in his memory. TRIB. — Oh, please sing it for us, I am so fond of the effervescent defects of music. It fills my heart with detestable confluences. Won't you please sing it ? OMNES— Yes. sing it. Frank. We would like to hear it. SONG "I.ITTI.E MA.IOU." WIDOW S.— That is very touching Who was the Little Major? [Knocking outdde.] Hark ! There is a knock at the door. Come in. [Enter Alice and old Martha.] OMNES — Alice Shannon! [Business.] JOHN — Oh, Alice! we mourned you as dead. Have a chair and tell us the cause of your singular disappearance and re-appearance. We all thought you were drowned. ALICE — No, I was not drowned, but intended that all should suppose 1 was. Life beneath my guardian's roof became unbearable, so I went to the river thsit night and leaving my foot-prints in the soft earth, I carelessly threw my hat and shawl upon the bank, and escaped down the river to Hartford, where I remained secluded with some friends until learning that Mr. Perkins was commanding your regiment. I felt that he could have but one object, and that was to persecute and oppress you, John, so I im- mediately procured a military suit and drum CARL— Py Shimiuy ! der Liddle Major! I dought you looked so much like somepody I douM know. [Business.] • FPANK— But I thought the Little Major was left dead on the field. ALICE— I was only badly wounded, and becoming weak from loss of blood and fatigue, I swooned away. When I again opened my eyes, I was THE f.ITTLE MAJOR. 21 in H little faUiii with this kiiui old nurse hendinjj- overiue andiiduiinistering to ni}' wants. She kindly nursed nie through a long illness, saved my life, and. thanks to her, I am here to-night. JOHN — [to Mar-thn^ — We all join in thanking you for your kind care and attention to our Little Major. ^lAHTHA — Not at all. I was only a humble instrument in the hands of a kind Providence. [Knocking outdde.\ \V'n)OW S. — John, there's some one at tlie door. I wonder who it can be? •lOilN — All right: we will see. [Open>i do^>r. Enter Perkins in charge of ojficern ] 1st OFFK'EH Have I the honor of addressing Lieutenant Sumner? JOHN — Yes. sir. What is the nature of your business with me? 1st OFFICER— Our prisoner here has been arrested on a charge of forging vouchers against tlie government while in command of your regiment. It is said that he deserted and joined the rebels, having charge of a rebel prison, and we have brought him here for identification. Doyouknowhim ? JOHN — Much evil as he has done to me. I regret that I must be called ui)on to testify against him. It is Josiah Perkins. He did command my regiment, and had charge of the rebel prison in which I was kept. PERK. — Oh. take back those words I Say that you were mistaken I Say it was not me. and don't condemn me to prison and perhaps to death I Have mercy on me I JOHN — You ask me for mercy? You who have persecuted, ill-treated, and almost starved me to death? Yet 1 pity you, and would save you if I could: but my country's laws demand that you should be given up to pun- ishment, and obedience to law is my first duty. PERK.— My dear friend. I never intended to harm you. The position I occupied compelled me to do what I did. OARL — You vas der vorsest old liar in America. You old scoundrel you. Yovi dried der pest vot you don'd know how to kill dot feller und dot girl, und got der property. You sent him und me oudt for spies, und to make sure ve got shot und die, you write a ledder to der repels und dold dem all about it, you old murderer you. [Exit John and Alice unperceived.'] PERK. — These are baseless accusations. There is no proof except your wt)rd. and that amounts to nothing. CARL r?""'"^^'"''''*'^' ^^ii<^>'] — N^o proof don'd it? Noting ust my word, und dot amounts to nodings, ain't it? Here. Frank, ust you read dot paper. I took dot from der repel sergeant. FRANK— [/•mf/m(7] — •• Dear Colonel — I send out to-night, ostensibly as spies. John Sumner, aged about twenty-four, dark hair and eyes, hight about five feet live, and Carl Schlauffer, a gray-haired dutchman, with gray eyes and scar over left eye. They will be instructed to pass down by the spring after night-fall. Have guard there to capture them. Have them court- martialed, executed as spies, and the money is yours. J. Perkins." CARL— How you likedot. now. you old fool? 1st OFFICER — You may give us that paper, and we will call upon you when we need youi' testimony. We will bid you good night. MARTHA — Hold: There is something more, Josiah Perkins. I here accuse vou of the murder of 'I'homas Sliaiinon '. i'> THE l-ITTLli MAJOR. PERK. — It's a lio! ;i lie! Wlu) arc vdu that dares to make suoli a charii-c against me ? MARTHA — [turning back hood^ — Martha Dayton, whom you once deceived into a mock marriage, and then deserted; Martha Dayton, whom you supposed was murdered by the ruffians hired by you for that purpose: Martlia Dayton, the wronged woman who has been an avenger (m your track for many years. Yes, I watched you mix the poisonous drink for Thomas Shannon, after you had gained his confidence so that he made you guardian of his only child. I secured the vial containing the poi.son, and here it is. I have the sworn affidavit of the apothecary that you purchased this poison, and I saw you administer it. Is that a lie, Josiah Perkins y PERK. — Take me away! Remove her I I thought she was dead. Save me! I shall go mad ! [Exit officers and Perkins.^ TRIE.— I always thought 'Squire Perkins was amellitluous creature, lie was always so deep and irrefragiblc. It makes me shudder to think how abbreviated some people are. WINSLOW — Villainy is sure to have its just punisJiment sooner or later. But I got the evening paper and have not even glanced at it yet. There may be; some news of interest in it. What's this'/ [remlitig] "For gallant and mer- itorious service at the battle of the Wilderness, Lieutenant Suuiner, late of the 7th Regiment, has been brevetted Lieutenant-Colonel." CARL— Pully for der Colonel! WINSLOW — [reading]— •\\ conunission as Captain has been issued for Sergeant Carl Schlauffer on account of his brave conduct on the field and for his eminent services as drill-master." CARL— Hooray for der United States und everypody. Didn't I told you I vas der pest trill-master in der world ;■' WINSLOW— [rme?m^]—'-Congresshasat last recognized merit by voting an elegant gold medal toAllie Hart, otherwise the Littje Major, for valuable information of Confederate plans before the battle of the Wilderness. The whereabouts of the Little Major is at present unknown." CARL — Py Shiniiny, dere is der Little ^lajor! TAHI.KAI'. THE KXI). LIBRARY OF CONGRESS IlilillilllllllllliillliLi 016 215 013 3 9