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  "Running the River," etc.


  Fourth Edition, with an additional chapter on the
  Old Régime in the Old Dominion


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  Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by
  GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON
  In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington

  Copyright, 1905
  by
  GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON




  DEDICATION.


  I wish to dedicate this book to my brother, EDWARD EGGLESTON; and
  even if there were no motives of affection impelling me thereto,
  I should still feel bound to inscribe his name upon this page, as
  an act of justice, in order that those critics who confounded me
  with him, when I put forth a little novel a year ago, may have no
  chance to hold him responsible for my political as they did for
  my literary sins.




PREFACE TO THE FOURTH EDITION.


"A Rebel's Recollections" was published in 1874. It has ever since
enjoyed a degree of public favor that is perhaps beyond its merits.

However that may be, my friends among the historians and the
critical students of history have persuaded me that, for the sake of
historical completeness, I should include in this new edition of the
book the prefatory essay on "The Old Régime in the Old Dominion,"
which first appeared in the Atlantic Monthly for November, 1875.

I am doing so with the generous permission of Messrs. Houghton,
Mifflin, & Co., publishers of the Atlantic Monthly.

The scholars have said to me and to my publishers that during its
thirty years of life the book has become a part of that body of
literature to which historians must look as the sources of history.
They have urged that the introductory chapter, now for the first time
included in the volume, is an essential part of that material of
history.

The story of the book and of this introductory chapter may, perhaps,
have some interest for the reader. In that belief I tell it here.

In the year, 1873, I was editing the weekly periodical, Hearth and
Home. I went to Boston to secure certain contributions of literary
matter. There, for the first time, I met Mr. William Dean Howells,
then editor of the Atlantic Monthly,--now recognized as the foremost
creative and critical writer of America.

In the course of our conversation, Mr. Howells asked me why I should
not write my reminiscences of life as a Southern soldier. At that
time war passions had only just begun to cool, and so I answered that
it would be hardly fair to the publishers of Hearth and Home for me
in that way to thrust upon the readers of that periodical the fact
that its editor had been a Rebel soldier.

"Oh, I didn't mean," answered Mr. Howells, "that you should write
your reminiscences for Hearth and Home. I want you to write them for
the Atlantic."

I put the matter aside for a time. I wanted to think of it, and I
wanted to consult my friends concerning the propriety of doing what
Mr. Howells had suggested. Then it was that I talked with Oliver
Johnson, and received from him the advice reported in the preface to
the first edition of this book, which is printed on another page.

An arrangement was at once made with Mr. Howells that I should write
seven of the nine papers composing the book, for publication in the
Atlantic, the two other papers being reserved in order to "give
freshness" to the volume when it should appear.

After the first paper was published, Mr. Howells wrote me that it had
brought a hornets' nest about his ears, but that he was determined to
go on with the series.

After the second paper appeared, he wrote me a delightful letter,
saying that the hornets had "begun to sing psalms in his ears," in
view of the spirit and temper of my work.

After all the papers were published, and on the day on which the
book, with its two additional chapters, appeared, there was held at
the Parker House in Boston a banquet in celebration of the fifteenth
anniversary of the founding of the Atlantic. At that dinner, and
without warning, I was toasted as the author of the latest book of
Civil War reminiscences. I made a feeble little speech in reply,
but I found that the spirit in which I had written "A Rebel's
Recollections" had met with cordial response from the New England
audience. A company of "original abolitionists" had even planned
to give me a dinner, all my own, with nobody present but original
abolitionists and my Rebel self.

In the same way the book was received by the press, especially in New
England, until I was satisfied that my work had really ministered
somewhat to that reconciliation between North and South which I had
hoped to help forward.

Some months later, in 1875, I wrote the article on the old Virginian
life, and sent it to Mr. Howells. Mindful of his editorial injunction
to confine articles to six magazine pages in length, I condensed
what I had to say into that space. Then for the first time in my life
I had an experience which has never since been repeated. Mr. Howells
sent the article back to me with a request that I should _double its
length._

Some years later, the Authors Club gave a reception to Mr. Howells
as our foremost living novelist, and it fell to me, as the presiding
officer of the club's Executive Council, to escort the guest of the
evening to the club. The war papers of the Century Magazine were at
that time attracting a country-wide attention. As we drove to the
club, Mr. Howells said to me:

"It was you and I who first conceived the idea of 'War Papers' as
a magazine's chief feature. We were a trifle ahead of our time,
I suppose, but our thought was the same as that which has since
achieved so great a success."

In view of all these things, I inscribe this new and expanded
edition of "A Rebel's Recollections" to the true godfather of the
book,--to

  WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS,

with admiration for his genius, with a grateful recollection of his
helpfulness, and with personal affection.

  GEORGE CARY EGGLESTON.

  THE AUTHORS CLUB,
  _January, 1905_.




PREFACE.


Lunching one day with Oliver Johnson the best "original abolitionist"
I ever knew, I submitted to him the question I was debating with
myself, namely, whether I might write this little volume of
reminiscences without fear of offending excellent people, or, still
worse, reanimating prejudices that happily were dying. His reply
was, "Write, by all means. Prejudice is the first-born of ignorance,
and it never outlives its father. The only thing necessary now to
the final burial of the animosity existing between the sections is
that the North and the South shall learn to know and understand each
other. Anything which contributes to this hastens the day of peace
and harmony and brotherly love which every good man longs for."

Upon this hint I have written, and if the reading of these pages
shall serve, in never so small a degree, to strengthen the kindly
feelings which have grown up of late between the foemen of ten years
ago, I shall think my labor well expended.

I have written chiefly of the things I saw for myself, and yet this
is in no sense the story of my personal adventures. I never wore a
star on my collar, and every reader of military novels knows that
adventures worth writing about never befall a soldier below the rank
of major.

  G. C. E.

  _October, 1874._




CONTENTS.


                                                    PAGE

  I. THE MUSTERING                                     1

  II. THE MEN WHO MADE THE ARMY                       29

  III. THE TEMPER OF THE WOMEN                        56

  IV. OF THE TIME WHEN MONEY WAS "EASY"               77

  V. THE CHEVALIER OF THE LOST CAUSE                 108

  VI. LEE, JACKSON, AND SOME LESSER WORTHIES         138

  VII. SOME QUEER PEOPLE                             169

  VIII. RED TAPE                                     193

  IX. THE END, AND AFTER                             229




THE OLD RÉGIME IN THE OLD DOMINION.


It was a very beautiful and enjoyable life that the Virginians led
in that ancient time, for it certainly seems ages ago, before the
war came to turn ideas upside down and convert the picturesque
commonwealth into a commonplace, modern state. It was a soft, dreamy,
deliciously quiet life, a life of repose, an old life, with all its
sharp corners and rough surfaces long ago worn round and smooth.
Everything fitted everything else, and every point in it was so well
settled as to leave no work of improvement for anybody to do. The
Virginians were satisfied with things as they were, and if there
were reformers born among them, they went elsewhere to work changes.
Society in the Old Dominion was like a well rolled and closely
packed gravel walk, in which each pebble has found precisely the
place it fits best. There was no giving way under one's feet, no
uncomfortable grinding of loose materials as one walked about over
the firm and long-used ways of the Virginian social life.

Let me hasten to say that I do not altogether approve of that life
by any means. That would be flat blasphemy against the god Progress,
and I have no stomach for martyrdom, even of our modern, fireless
sort. I frankly admit in the outset, therefore, that the Virginians
of that old time, between which and the present there is so great a
gulf fixed, were idle people. I am aware that they were, when I lived
among them, extravagant for the most part, and in debt altogether.
It were useless to deny that they habitually violated all the wise
precepts laid down in the published writings of Poor Richard, and set
at naught the whole gospel of thrift. But their way of living was
nevertheless a very agreeable one to share or to contemplate, the
more because there was nothing else like it anywhere in the land.

A whole community, with as nearly as possible nothing to do, is apt
to develop a considerable genius for enjoyment, and the Virginians,
during somewhat more than two centuries of earnest and united effort
in that direction, had partly discovered and partly created both a
science and an art of pleasant living. Add to idleness and freedom
from business cares a climate so perfect that existence itself is a
luxury within their borders, and we shall find no room for wonder
that these people learned how to enjoy themselves. What they learned,
in this regard, they remembered too. Habits and customs once found
good were retained, I will not say carefully,--for that would imply
effort, and the Virginians avoided effort always,--but tenaciously.
The Virginians were born conservatives, constitutionally opposed to
change. They loved the old because it was old, and disliked the new,
if for no better reason, because it was new; for newness and rawness
were well-nigh the same in their eyes.

This constitutional conservatism, without which their mode of life
could never have been what it was, was nourished by both habit and
circumstance. The Virginians were not much given to travelling beyond
their own borders, and when they did go into the outer world it was
only to find a manifestation of barbarism in every departure from
their own prescriptive standards and models. Not that they were more
bigoted than other people, for in truth I think they were not, but
their bigotry took a different direction. They thought well of the
old and the moss-grown, just as some people admire all that is new
and garish and fashionable.

But chief among the causes of that conservatism which gave tone
and color to the life we are considering was the fact that ancient
estates were carefully kept in ancient families, generation after
generation. If a Virginian lived in a particular mansion, it was
strong presumptive proof that his father, his grandfather, and his
great-grandfather had lived there before him. There was no law of
primogeniture to be sure by which this was brought about, but there
were well-established customs which amounted to the same thing.
Family pride was a ruling passion, and not many Virginians of the
better class hesitated to secure the maintenance of their family
place in the ranks of the untitled peerage by the sacrifice of their
own personal prosperity, if that were necessary, as it sometimes
was. To the first-born son went the estate usually, by the will of
the father and with the hearty concurrence of the younger sons, when
there happened to be any such. The eldest brother succeeded the
father as the head of the house, and took upon himself the father's
duties and the father's burdens. Upon him fell the management of
the estate; the maintenance of the mansion, which, under the laws
of hospitality obtaining there, was no light task; the education of
the younger sons and daughters; and last, though commonly not by
any means least, the management of the hereditary debt. The younger
children always had a home in the old mansion, secured to them by the
will of their father sometimes, but secure enough in any case by a
custom more binding than any law; and there were various other ways
of providing for them. If the testator were rich, he divided among
them his bonds, stocks, and other personal property not necessary to
the prosperity of the estate, or charged the head of the house with
the payment of certain legacies to each. The mother's property, if
she had brought a dower with her, was usually portioned out among
them, and the law, medicine, army, navy, and church offered them
genteel employment if they chose to set up for themselves. But these
arrangements were subsidiary to the main purpose of keeping the
estate in the family, and maintaining the mansion-house as a seat of
elegant hospitality. So great was the importance attached to this
last point, and so strictly was its observance enjoined upon the new
lord of the soil, that he was frequently the least to be envied of
all.

I remember a case in which a neighbor of my own, a very wealthy
gentleman, whose house was always open and always full of guests,
dying, left each of his children a plantation. To the eldest son,
however, he gave the home estate, worth three or four times as much
as any of the other plantations, and with it he gave the young
man also a large sum of money. But he charged him with the duty
of keeping open house there, at all times, and directed that the
household affairs should be conducted always precisely as they had
been during his own lifetime. The charge well-nigh outweighed the
inheritance. The new master of the place lived in Richmond, where he
was engaged in manufacturing, and after the death of the father the
old house stood tenantless, but open as before. Its troops of softly
shod servants swept and dusted and polished as of old. Breakfast,
dinner, and supper were laid out every day at the accustomed hours,
under the old butler's supervision, and as the viands grew cold
his silent subordinates waited, trays in hand, at the back of the
empty chairs during the full time appointed for each meal. I have
stopped there for dinner, tea, or to spend the night many a time, in
company with one of the younger sons who lived elsewhere, or with
some relative of the family, or alone, as the case might be, and I
have sometimes met others there. But our coming or not was a matter
of indifference. Guests knew themselves always welcome, but whether
guests came or not the household affairs suffered no change. The
destruction of the house by fire finally lifted this burden from its
master's shoulders, as the will did not require him to rebuild. But
while it stood, its master's large inheritance was of very small
worth to him. And in many other cases the preference given to the
eldest son in the distribution of property was in reality only a
selection of his shoulders to bear the family's burdens.

In these and other ways, old estates of greater or less extent were
kept together, and old families remained lords of the soil. It is not
easy to overestimate the effect of this upon the people. A man to
whom a great estate, with an historic house upon it and an old family
name attached to it, has descended through several generations,
could hardly be other than a conservative in feeling and influence.
These people were the inheritors of the old and the established.
Upon them had devolved the sacred duty of maintaining the reputation
of a family name. They were no longer mere individuals, whose acts
affected only themselves, but were chiefs and representatives
of honorable houses, and as such bound to maintain a reputation
of vastly more worth than their own. Their fathers before them
were their exemplars, and in a close adherence to family customs
and traditions lay their safety from unseemly lapses. The old
furniture, the old wainscot on the walls, the old pictures, the old
house itself, perpetually warned them against change as in itself
unbecoming and dangerous to the dignity of their race.

And so changes were unknown in their social system. As their fathers
lived, so lived they, and there was no feature of their life
pleasanter than its fixity. One always knew what to expect and what
to do; there were no perplexing uncertainties to breed awkwardness
and vexation. There was no room for shams and no temptation to vulgar
display, and so shams and display had no chance to become fashionable.

Aside from the fact that the old and the substantial were the
respectable, the social status of every person was so fixed and
so well known that display was unnecessary on the part of the
good families, and useless on the part of others. The old ladies
constituted a college of heralds and could give you at a moment's
notice any pedigree you might choose to ask for. The "goodness" of
a good family was a fixed fact and needed no demonstration, and
no _parvenu_ could work his way into the charmed circle by vulgar
ostentation or by any other means whatever. As one of the old dames
used to phrase it, ostentatious people were thought to be "rich
before they were ready."

As the good families gave law to the society of the land, so their
chiefs ruled the State in a more positive and direct sense. The
plantation owners, as a matter of course, constituted only a minority
of the voting population, at least after the constitution of 1850
swept away the rule making the ownership of real estate a necessary
qualification for suffrage; but they governed the State nevertheless
as completely as if they had been in the majority. Families naturally
followed the lead of their chiefs, voting together as a matter of
clan pride, when no principle was involved, and so the plantation
owners controlled directly a large part of the population. But a more
important point was that the ballot was wholly unknown in Virginia
until after the war, and as the large landowners were deservedly
men of influence in the community, they had little difficulty, under
a system of _viva-voce_ voting, in carrying things their own way
on all matters on which they were at all agreed among themselves.
It often happened that a Whig would continue year after year to
represent a Democratic district, or _vice versa_, in the Legislature
or in Congress, merely by force of his large family connection and
influence.

All this was an evil, if we choose to think it so. It was
undemocratic certainly, but it worked wonderfully well, and the
system was good in this at least, that it laid the foundations of
politics among the wisest and best men the State had; for as a rule
the planters were the educated men of the community, the reading
men, the scholars, the thinkers, and well-nigh every one of them was
familiar with the whole history of parties and of statesmanship.
Politics was deemed a necessary part of every gentleman's education,
and the youth of eighteen who could not recapitulate the doctrines
set forth in the resolutions of 1798, or tell you the history of the
Missouri Compromise or the Wilmot Proviso, was thought lamentably
deficient in the very rudiments of culture. They had little to do,
and they thought it the bounden duty of every free American citizen
to prepare himself for the intelligent performance of his functions
in the body politic. As a result, if Virginia did not always send
wise men to the councils of the State and nation, she sent no
politically ignorant ones at any rate.

It was a point of honor among Virginians never to shrink from any of
the duties of a citizen. To serve as road-overseer or juryman was
often disagreeable to men who loved ease and comfort as they did, but
every Virginian felt himself in honor bound to serve whenever called
upon, and that without pay, too, as it was deemed in the last degree
disreputable to accept remuneration for doing the plain duty of a
citizen.

It was the same with regard to the magistracy. Magistrates were
appointed until 1850, and after that chosen by election, but under
neither system was any man free to seek or to decline the office.
Appointed or elected, one must serve, if he would not be thought to
shirk his duties as a good man and citizen; and though the duties
of the office were sometimes very onerous, there was practically no
return of any sort made. Magistrates received no salary, and it was
not customary for them to accept the small perquisites allowed them
by law. Under the old constitution, the senior justice of each county
was _ex-officio_ high sheriff, and the farming of the shrievalty--for
the high sheriff always farmed the office--yielded some pecuniary
profit; but any one magistrate's chance of becoming the senior
was too small to be reckoned in the account; and under the new
constitution of 1850 even this was taken away, and the sheriffs
were elected by the people. But to be a magistrate was deemed an
honor, and very properly so, considering the nature of a Virginian
magistrate's functions.

The magistrates were something more than justices of the peace.
A bench of three or more of them constituted the County Court, a
body having a wide civil and criminal jurisdiction of its own, and
concurrent jurisdiction with the Circuit Court over a still larger
field. This County Court sat monthly, and in addition to its judicial
functions was charged with considerable legislative duties for the
county, under a system which gave large recognition to the principle
of local self-government. Four times a year it held grand-jury
terms--an anomaly in magistrate's courts, I believe, but an excellent
one as experience proved. In a large class of criminal cases a bench
of five justices, sitting in regular term, was a court of oyer and
terminer.

The concurrent jurisdiction of this County Court, as I have said,
was very large, and as its sessions were monthly, while those of
the circuit judges were held but twice a year, very many important
civil suits involving considerable interests were brought there
rather than before the higher tribunal. And here we encounter a
very singular fact. The magistrates were usually planters, never
lawyers, and yet, as the records show, the proportion of County-Court
decisions reversed on appeal for error was always smaller than that
of decisions made by the higher tribunals, in which regular judges
sat. At the first glance this seems almost incredible, and yet it
is a fact, and its cause is not far to seek. The magistrates, being
unpaid functionaries, were chosen for their fitness only. Their
election was a sort of choosing of arbitrators, and the men elected
were precisely the kind of men commonly selected by honest disputants
as umpires--men of integrity, probity, and intelligence. They came
into court conscious of their own ignorance of legal technicalities,
and disposed to decide questions upon principles of "right between
man and man" rather than upon the letter of the law; and as the law
is, in the main, founded upon precisely these principles of abstract
justice, their decision usually proved sound in law as well as right
in fact.

But the magistrates were not wholly without instruction even
in technical matters of law. They learned a good deal by long
service,--their experience often running over a period of thirty
or forty years on the bench,--and, in addition to the skill which
intelligent men must have gained in this way, they had still another
resource. When the bench thought it necessary to inform itself on
a legal point, the presiding magistrate asked in open court for the
advice of counsel, and in such an event every lawyer not engaged in
the case at bar, or in another involving a like principle, was under
obligation to give a candid expression of his opinion.

The system was a very peculiar and interesting one, and in Virginia
it was about the best also that could have been hit upon, though it
is more than doubtful whether it would work equally well anywhere
else. All the conditions surrounding it were necessary to its
success, and those conditions were of a kind that cannot be produced
at will; they must grow. In the first place, the intelligence and
culture of a community must not be concentrated in certain centres,
as is usually the case, especially in commercial and manufacturing
States, but must be distributed pretty evenly over the country, else
the material out of which such a magistracy can be created will not
be where it is needed; and in the very nature of the case it cannot
be imported for the purpose. There must also be a public sentiment
to compel the best men to serve when chosen, and the best men must
be men of wealth and leisure, else they cannot afford to serve,
for such a magistracy must of necessity be unpaid. In short, the
system can work well only under the conditions which gave it birth
in Virginia, and those conditions will probably never again exist in
any of these States. It is a matter of small moment to the citizen
of Massachusetts or New York that Virginia once had a very peculiar
judiciary; but it is not a matter of light importance that our scheme
of government leaves every State free to devise for itself a system
of local institutions adapted to its needs and the character and
situation of its people; that it is not uniformity we have sought and
secured in our attempt to establish a government by the people, but
a wise diversity rather; that experience and not theory is our guide;
that our institutions are cut to fit our needs, and not to match a
fixed pattern; and that the necessities of one part of the country do
not prescribe a rule for another part.

But this is not a philosophical treatise. Return we therefore to
the region of small facts. It is a little curious that with their
reputed fondness for honorary titles of all kinds, the Virginians
never addressed a magistrate as "judge," even in that old time when
the functions of the justice fairly entitled him to the name. And
it is stranger still, perhaps, that in Virginia the members of the
Legislature were never called "honorable," that distinction being
held strictly in reserve for members of Congress and of the national
cabinet. This fact seems all the more singular when we remember that
in the view of Virginians the States were nations, while the general
government was little more than their accredited agent, charged with
the performance of certain duties and holding certain delegated
powers which were subject to recall at any time.

I have said that every educated Virginian was acquainted with
politics, but this is only half the truth. They knew the details
quite as well as the general facts, and there were very many of them
not politicians and never candidates for office of any kind who could
give from memory an array of dates and other figures of which the
Tribune Almanac would have no occasion to be ashamed. Not to know
the details of the vote in Connecticut in any given year was to lay
oneself open to a suspicion of incompetence; to confess forgetfulness
of the "ayes and noes" on any important division in Congress was
to rule oneself out of the debate as an ignoramus. I say debate
advisedly, for there was always a debate on political matters when
two Virginia gentlemen met anywhere except in church during sermon
time. They argued earnestly, excitedly, sometimes even violently,
but ordinarily without personal ill-feeling. In private houses they
could not quarrel, being gentlemen and guests of a common host, or
standing in the relation of guest and host to each other; in more
public places--for they discussed politics in all places and at all
times--they refrained from quarrelling because to quarrel would
not have been proper. But they never lost an opportunity to make
political speeches to each other; alternately, sometimes, but quite
as often both, or all, at once.

It would sometimes happen, of course, that two or more gentlemen
meeting would find themselves agreed in their views, but the pleasure
of indulging in a heated political discussion was never foregone for
any such paltry reason as that. Finding no point on which they could
disagree, they would straightway join forces and do valiant battle
against the common enemy. That the enemy was not present to answer
made no difference. They knew all his positions and all the arguments
by which his views could be sustained quite as well as he did, and
they combated these. It was funny, of course, but the participants in
these one-sided debates never seemed to see the ludicrous points of
the picture.

A story is told of one of the fiercest of these social political
debaters--a story too well vouched for among his friends to be
doubted--which will serve, perhaps, to show how unnecessary the
presence of an antagonist was to the successful conduct of a debate.
It was "at a dining-day," to speak in the native idiom, and it so
happened that all the guests were Whigs, except Mr. E----, who was
the staunchest of Jeffersonian Democrats. The discussion began, of
course, as soon as the women left the table, and it speedily waxed
hot. Mr. E----, getting the ear of the company at the outset, laid on
right and left with his customary vigor, rasping the Whigs on their
sorest points, arguing, asserting, denouncing, demonstrating--to his
own entire satisfaction--for perhaps half an hour; silencing every
attempt at interruption by saying:

"Now wait, please, till I get through; I'm one against seven, and you
must let me make my points. Then you can reply."

He finished at last, leaving every Whig nerve quivering, every Whig
face burning with suppressed indignation, and every Whig breast full,
almost to bursting, with a speech in reply. The strongest debater
of them all managed to begin first, but just as he pronounced the
opening words, Mr. E---- interrupted him.

"Pardon me," he said, "I know all your little arguments, so I'll go
and talk with the girls for half an hour while you run them over;
when you get through send for me, and I'll come and SWEEP YOU CLEAR
OUT OF THE ARENA."

And with that the exasperating man bowed himself out of the
dining-room.

But with all its ludicrousness, this universal habit of "talking
politics" had its uses. In the first place, politics with these
men was a matter of principle, and not at all a question of shrewd
management. They knew what they had and what they wanted. Better
still they knew every officeholder's record, and held each to a
strict account of his stewardship.

Under the influence of this habit in social life, every man was
constantly on his metal, of course, and every young man was bound
to fortify himself for contests to come by a diligent study of
history and politics. He must know as a necessary preparation for
ordinary social converse all those things that are commonly left to
the professional politicians. As well might he go into society in
ignorance of yesterday's weather or last week's news, as without full
knowledge of Benton's Thirty Years' View, and a familiar acquaintance
with the papers in the Federalist. In short, this odd habit compelled
thorough political education, and enforced upon every man old enough
to vote an active, earnest participation in politics. Perhaps a
country in which universal suffrage exists would be the better if
both were more general than they are.

But politics did not furnish the only subjects of debate among these
people. They talked politics, it is true, whenever they met at all,
but when they had mutually annihilated each other, when each had
said all there was to say on the subject, they frequently turned to
other themes. Of these, the ones most commonly and most vigorously
discussed were points of doctrinal theology. The great battle-ground
was baptism. Half the people were, perhaps, Baptists, and when
Baptist and pedo-Baptist met they sniffed the battle at once,--that
is to say, as soon as they had finished the inevitable discussion of
politics.

On this question of Baptism each had been over the ground many
hundreds of times, and each must have known when he put forth an
argument what the answer would be. But this made no manner of
difference. They were always ready to go over the matter again. I
amused myself once by preparing a "part" debate on the subject. I
arranged the remarks of each disputant in outline, providing each
speech with its proper "cue," after the manner of stage copies of a
play, and, taking a friend into my confidence, I used sometimes to
follow the discussion, with my copy of it in hand, and, except in
the case of a very poorly informed or wholly unpractised debater, my
"cues" and speeches were found to be amusingly accurate.

The Virginians were a very religious as well as a very polemical
people, however, and I do not remember that I ever knew them, even
in the heat of their fiercest discussions upon doctrine, to forget
the brotherly kindness which lay as a broad foundation under their
card-houses of creed. They believed with all their souls in the
doctrines set down by their several denominations, and maintained
them stoutly on all occasions; but they loved each other, attended
each other's services, and joined hands right heartily in every good
work.

There was one other peculiarity in their church relations worthy of
notice. The Episcopal Church was once an establishment in Virginia,
as every reader knows, but every reader does not know, perhaps, that
even up to the outbreak of the war it remained in some sense an
establishment in some parts of the State.

There were little old churches in many neighborhoods which had stood
for a century or two, and the ancestors of the present generation
had all belonged to them in their time. One of these churches I
remember lovingly for its old traditions, for its picturesqueness,
and for the warmth of the greeting its congregation gave me--not
as a congregation but as individuals--when I, a lad half grown,
returned to the land of my fathers. Every man and woman in that
congregation had known my father and loved him, and nearly every
one was my cousin, at least in the Virginian acceptation of that
word. The church was Episcopal, of course, while the great majority,
perhaps seven eighths of the people who attended it and supported
it were members of other denominations--Baptists, Presbyterians, and
Methodists. But they all felt themselves at home here. This was the
old family church where their forefathers had worshiped, and under
the shadow of which they were buried. They all belonged here no
matter what other church might claim them as members. They paid the
old clergyman's salary, served in the vestry, attended the services,
kept church, organ, and churchyard in repair, and in all respects
regarded themselves, and were held by others, as members here of
right and by inheritance. It was church and family, instead of Church
and State, and the sternest Baptist or Presbyterian among them would
have thought himself wronged if left out of the count of this little
church's membership. This was their heritage, their home, and the
fact that they had also united themselves with churches of other
denominations made no difference whatever in their feeling toward
the old mother church, there in the woods, guarding and cherishing
the dust of their dead.

All the people, young and old, went to church; it was both pleasant
and proper to do so, though not all of them went for the sake of
the sermon or the service. The churches were usually built in the
midst of a grove of century oaks, and their surroundings were nearly
always pleasantly picturesque. The gentlemen came on horseback, the
ladies in their great lumbering, old-fashioned carriages, with an
ebony driver in front and a more or less ebony footman or two behind.
Beside the driver sat ordinarily the old "mammy" of the family, or
some other equally respectable and respected African woman, whose
crimson or scarlet turban and orange neckerchief gave a dash of color
to the picture, a trifle barbaric, perhaps, in combination, but
none the less pleasant in its effect for that. The young men came
first, mounted on their superb riding horses, wearing great buckskin
gauntlets and clad in full evening dress--that being _en règle_
always in Virginia,--with the skirts of the coat drawn forward, over
the thighs, and pinned in front, as a precaution against possible
contact with the reeking sides of the hard-ridden steeds.

The young men came first to church, as I have said, and they did so
for a purpose. The carriages were elegant and costly, many of them,
but nearly all were extremely old-fashioned; perched high in air,
they were not easy of entrance or exit by young women in full dress
without assistance, and it was accounted the prescriptive privilege
of the young men to render the needed service at the church door.
When this preliminary duty was fully done, some of the youths took
seats inside the church, but if the weather were fine many preferred
to stroll through the woods, or to sit in little groups under the
trees, awaiting the exit of the womankind, who must, of course, be
chatted with and helped into their carriages again.

Invitations to dinner or to a more extended visit were in order
the moment the service was over. Every gentleman went to dine with
a friend, or took a number of friends to dine with him. But the
arrangements depended largely upon the young women, who had a very
pretty habit of visiting each other and staying a week or more,
and these visits nearly always originated at church. Each young
woman invited all the rest to go home with her, and after a deal of
confused consultation, out of whose chaos only the feminine mind
could possibly have extracted anything like a conclusion, two or
three would win all the others to themselves, each taking half a
dozen or more with her, and promising to send early the next morning
for their trunks. With so many of the fairest damsels secured for
a visit of a week or a fortnight, the young hostess was sure of
cavaliers in plenty to do her guests honor. And upon my word it was
all very pleasant! I have idled away many a week in these old country
houses, and for my life I cannot manage to regret the fact, or to
remember it with a single pang of remorse for the wasted hours.
Perhaps after all they were not wholly wasted. Who shall say? Other
things than gold are golden.

As a guest in those houses one was not welcome only, but free. There
was a servant to take your horse, a servant to brush your clothes, a
servant to attend you whenever you had a want to supply or a wish to
gratify. But you were never oppressed with attentions, or under any
kind of restraint. If you liked to sit in the parlor, the women there
would entertain you very agreeably, or set you to entertaining them
by reading aloud, or by anything else which might suggest itself. If
you preferred the piazza, there were sure to be others like-minded
with yourself. If you smoked, there were always pipes and tobacco on
the sideboard, and a man-servant to bring them to you if you were not
inclined to go after them. In short, each guest might do precisely as
he pleased, sure that in doing so he should best please his host and
hostess.

My own favorite amusement--I am the father of a family now, and may
freely confess the fancies and foibles of a departed youth--was to
accompany the young mistress of the mansion on her rounds of domestic
duty, carrying her key-basket for her, and assisting her in various
ways, unlocking doors and--really I cannot remember that I was of any
very great use to her after all; but willingness counts for a good
deal in this world, and I was always very willing at any rate. As a
rule, the young daughter of the mansion was housekeeper, and this may
perhaps account for the fact that the habit of carrying housekeeper's
key-baskets for them was very general among the young gentlemen in
houses where they were upon terms of intimate friendship.

Life in Virginia was the pursuit of happiness and its attainment.
Money was a means only, and was usually spent very lavishly whenever
its expenditure could add in any way to comfort, but as there was
never any occasion to spend it for mere display, most of the planters
were abundantly able to use it freely for better purposes. That is
to say, most of them were able to owe their debts and to renew their
notes when necessary. Their houses were built for comfort, and most
of them had grown gray with age long before the present generation
was born. A great passage-way ran through the middle, commonly, and
here stood furniture which would have delighted the heart of the
mediævalist: great, heavy oaken chairs, black with age and polished
with long usage--chairs whose joints were naked and not ashamed;
sofas of ponderous build, made by carpenters who were skeptical as
to the strength of woods, and thought it necessary to employ solid
pieces of oak, four inches in diameter, for legs, and to shoe each
with a solid brass lion's paw as a precaution against abrasion. A
great porch in front was shut out at night by the ponderous double
doors of the hallway, but during the day the way was wide open
through the house.

The floors were of white ash, and in summer no carpets or rugs
were anywhere to be seen. Every morning the floors were polished
by diligent scouring with dry pine needles, and the furniture
similarly brightened by rubbing with wax and cork. In the parlors
the furniture was usually very rich as to woods and very antique
in workmanship. The curtains were of crimson damask with lace
underneath, and the contrast between these and the bare, white,
polished floor was singularly pleasing.

The first white person astir in the house every morning was the
woman who carried the keys, mother or daughter, as the case might
be. Her morning work was no light affair, and its accomplishment
consumed several hours daily. To begin with she must knead the light
bread with her own hands and send it to the kitchen to be baked and
served hot at breakfast. She must prepare a skillet full of light
rolls for the same meal, and "give out" the materials for the rest
of the breakfast. Then she must see to the sweeping and garnishing
of the lower rooms, passages, and porches, lest the maids engaged in
that task should entertain less extreme views than her own on the
subject of that purity and cleanliness which constituted the house's
charm and the housekeeper's crown of honor. She must write two or
three notes, to be dispatched by the hands of a small negro to her
acquaintances in the neighborhood,--a kind of correspondence much
affected in that society. In the midst of all these duties, the young
housekeeper--for somehow it is only the youthful ones whom I remember
vividly--must meet and talk with such of the guests as might happen
to be early risers, and must not forget to send a messenger to the
kitchen once every ten minutes to "hurry up breakfast!" not that
breakfast could be hurried under any conceivable circumstances, but
merely because it was the custom to send such messages, and the young
woman was a duty-loving maid who did her part in the world without
inquiring why. She knew very well that breakfast would be ready at
the traditional hour, the hour at which it always had been served
in that house, and that there was no power on the plantation great
enough to hasten it by a single minute. But she sent out to "hurry"
it nevertheless.

When breakfast is ready the guests are ready for it. It is a merit of
fixed habits that one can conform to them easily, and when one knows
that breakfast has been ready in the house in which he is staying
precisely at nine o'clock every morning for one or two centuries
past, and that the immovable conservatism of an old Virginian cook
stands guard over the sanctity of that custom, he has no difficulty
in determining when to begin dressing.

The breakfast is sure to be a good one, consisting of everything
obtainable at the season. If it be in summer, the host will have a
dish of broiled roe herrings before him, a plate of hot rolls at
his right hand, and a cylindrical loaf of hot white bread--which
it is his duty to cut and serve--on his left. On the flanks will
be one or two plates of beaten biscuit and a loaf of batter bread,
_i. e._, corn-bread made rich with milk and eggs. A dish of plain corn
"pones" sits on the dresser, and the servants bring griddle-cakes or
waffles hot from the kitchen; so much for breads. A knuckle of cold,
boiled ham is always present, on either the table or the dresser, as
convenience may dictate. A dish of sliced tomatoes and another of
broiled ditto are the invariable vegetables, supplemented on occasion
with lettuce, radishes, and other like things. These are the staples
of breakfast, and additions are made as the season serves.

Breakfast over, the young housekeeper scalds and dries the dishes
and glassware with her own hands. Then she goes to the garden,
smoke-house, and store-room, to "give out" for dinner. Morning rides,
backgammon, music, reading, etc., furnish amusement until one
o'clock, or a little later. The gentlemen go shooting or fishing,
if they choose, or join the host in his rides over the plantation,
inspecting his corn, tobacco, wheat, and live stock. About one the
house grows quiet. The women retire to their chambers, the gentlemen
make themselves comfortable in various ways. About two it is the duty
of the master of the mansion to offer toddy or juleps to his guests,
and to ask one of the dining-room servants if "dinner is 'most
ready." Half an hour later he must send the cook word to "hurry it
up." It is to be served at four, of course, but as the representative
of an ancient house, it is his bounden duty to ask the two-o'clock
question and send the half-past-two message.

Supper is served at eight, and the women usually retire for the night
at ten or eleven.

If hospitality was deemed the chief of virtues among the Virginians,
the duty of accepting hospitality was quite as strongly insisted
upon. One must visit his friends, whatever the circumstances, if he
would not be thought churlish. Especially were young men required
to show a proper respect and affection for elderly female relatives
by dining with them as frequently as at any other house. I shall
not soon forget some experiences of my own in this regard. The most
stately and elegant country-house I have ever seen stood in our
neighborhood. Its master had lived in great state there, and after
his death his two maiden sisters, left alone in the great mansion,
scrupulously maintained every custom he had established or inherited.
They were my cousins in the Virginian sense of the word, and I had
not been long a resident of the State when my guardian reminded me
of my duty toward them. I must ride over and dine there without a
special invitation, and I must do this six or eight times a year
at the least. As a mere boy, half-grown, I made ready for my visit
with a good deal of awe and trepidation. I had already met the two
stately dames and was disposed to distrust my manners in their
presence. I went, however, and was received with warm, though rather
stiff and formal, cordiality. My horse was taken to the stable. I
was shown to my room by a thoroughly drilled servant, whose tongue
had been trained to as persistent a silence as if his functions had
been those of a mute at a funeral. His name I discovered was Henry,
but beyond this I could make no progress in his acquaintance. He
prided himself upon knowing his place, and the profound respect with
which he treated me made it impossible that I should ask him for the
information on which my happiness, perhaps my reputation, just then
depended. I wanted to know for what purpose I had been shown to my
room, what I was expected to do there, and at what hour I ought to
descend to the parlor or library.

It was manifestly out of the question to seek such information at
the hands of so well-regulated a being as Henry. He had ushered me
into my room and now stood bolt upright, gazing fixedly at nothing
and waiting for my orders in profound and immovable silence. He
had done his part well, and it was not for him to assume that I
was unprepared to do mine. His attitude indicated, or perhaps I
should say aggressively asserted, the necessity he was under of
assuming my entire familiarity with the usages of good society and
the ancient customs of this ancient house. The worst of it was I
fancied that the solemn rogue guessed my ignorance and delighted in
exposing my fraudulent pretensions to good breeding. But in this
I did him an injustice, as future knowledge of him taught me. He
was well drilled, and delighted in doing his duty, that was all. No
_gaucherie_ on my part would have moved him to smile. He knew his
place and his business too well for that. Whatever I might have done
he would have held to be perfectly proper. It was for him to stand
there like a statue, until I should bid him do otherwise, and if I
had kept him there for a week I think he would have given no sign
of weariness or impatience. As it was, his presence appalled and
oppressed me, and in despair of discovering the proper thing to do, I
determined to put a bold face upon the matter.

"I am tired and warm," I said, "and will rest awhile upon the bed. I
will join the ladies in half an hour. You may go now."

At dinner, Henry stood at the sideboard and silently directed the
servants. When the cloth was removed, he brought a wine tub with
perhaps a dozen bottles of antique Madeira in it and silently
awaited my signal before decanting one of them. When I had drunk a
glass with the ladies, they rose and retired according to the custom,
leaving me alone with the wine and the cigars,--and Henry, whose
erect solemnity converted the great silent dining-room into something
very like a funeral chamber. He stood there like a guardsman on duty,
immovable, speechless, patient, while I sat at the board, a decanter
of wine before me and the tub of unopened bottles on the floor by my
side--enough for a regiment.

I did not want any wine or anything else except a sound of some sort
to break the horrible stillness. I tried to think of some device by
which to make Henry go out of the room or move one of his hands or
turn his eyes a little or even wink; but I failed utterly. There was
nothing whatever to be done. There was no order to give him. Every
want was supplied and everything was at my hand. The cigars were
under my nose, the ash pan by them, and a lighted wax candle stood
within reach. I toyed with the decanter in the hope of breaking the
stillness, but its stand was too well cushioned above and below to
make a sound. I ventured at last to move one of my feet, but a strip
of velvet carpet lay between it and the floor.

I could stand it no longer. Filling a glass of wine I drank it off,
lighted a fresh cigar, and boldly strode out of the house to walk on
the lawn in front.

On the occasion of subsequent visits I got on well enough, knowing
precisely what to expect and what to do, and in time I came to regard
this as one of the very pleasantest houses in which I visited at all,
if on no other account than because I found myself perfectly free
there to do as I pleased; but until I learned that I was expected
to consult only my own comfort while a guest in the house the
atmosphere of the place oppressed me.

Not in every house were the servants so well trained as Henry,
but what they lacked in skill they fully made up in numbers, and
in hardly anything else was the extravagance of the Virginians
so manifest as in their wastefulness of labor. On nearly every
plantation there were ten or twelve able-bodied men and women
employed about the house, doing the work which two or three ought to
have done, and might have done; and in addition to this there were
usually a dozen or a score of others with merely nominal duties or no
duties at all. But it was useless to urge their master to send any of
them to the field, and idle to show him that the addition which might
thus be made to the force of productive laborers would so increase
his revenue as to acquit him of debt within a few years. He did not
much care to be free of debt for one thing, and he liked to have
plenty of servants always within call. As his dinner table bore every
day food enough for a battalion, so his nature demanded the presence
of half a dozen servitors whenever one was wanted. Indeed, these
people usually summoned servants in squads, calling three or four
to take one guest's horse to the stable or to bring one pitcher of
ice-water.

And yet I should do the Virginians great injustice were I to leave
the impression that they were lazy. With abundant possessions,
superabundant household help and slave labor, they had a good deal of
leisure, but they were nevertheless very industrious people in their
way. It was no light undertaking to manage a great plantation and
at the same time fulfil the large measure of duties to friends and
neighbors which custom imposed. One must visit and receive visitors,
and must go to court every month, and to all planters' meetings.
Besides this there was a certain amount of fox hunting and squirrel
and bird and turkey shooting and fishing to be done, from which it
was really very difficult to escape with any credit to oneself.
On the whole, the time of the planters was pretty fully occupied.
The women had household duties, and these included the cutting and
making of clothes for all the negroes on the plantation, a heavy task
which might as well have been done by the negro seamstresses, except
that such was not the custom. Fair women who kept dressmakers for
themselves worked day after day on coarse cloths, manufacturing coats
and trousers for the field hands. They did a great deal of embroidery
and worsted work too, and personally instructed negro girls in the
use of the needle and scissors. All this, with their necessary
visiting and entertaining, and their daily attendance upon the sick
negroes, whom they always visited and cared for in person, served to
make the Virginian women about the busiest women I have ever known.
Even Sunday brought them little rest, for, in addition to other
duties on that day, each of them spent some hours at the "quarters"
holding a Sunday-school.

Nevertheless the Virginians had a good deal of leisure on their
hands, and their command of time was a very important agent, I should
say, in the formation of their characters as individuals, and as a
people. It bred habits of outdoor exercise, which gave the young
men stalwart frames and robust constitutions. It gave form to their
social life. Above all, it made reading men and students of many,
though their reading and their study were of a somewhat peculiar
kind. They were all Latinists, inasmuch as Latin formed the staple
of their ordinary school course. It was begun early and continued
to the end, and even in after life very many planters were in the
habit of reading their Virgil and their Horace and their Ovid as
an amusement, so that it came to be assumed, quite as a matter of
course, that every gentleman with any pretension to culture could
read Latin easily, and quote Horace and Juvenal from memory.

But they read English literature still more largely, and in no
part of the country, except in distinctly literary centres like
Cambridge or Concord, are really rich household libraries so common a
possession, I think, as they were among the best classes of Virginian
planters. Let us open the old glass doors and see what books the
Virginians read. The libraries in the old houses were the growth of
many generations, begun perhaps by the English cadet who founded the
family on this side of the water in the middle of the seventeenth
century, and added to little by little from that day to this. They
were especially rich in the English classics, in early editions with
long _s's_ and looped _ct's_, but sadly deficient in the literature
of the present. In one of them, I remember, I found nearly everything
from Chaucer to Byron, and comparatively little that was later. From
Pope to Southey it furnished a pretty complete geologic section of
English literature, and from internal evidence I conclude that when
the founder of the family and the library first took up his residence
in the Old Dominion, Swift was still a contributor to the Gentleman's
Magazine, and Pope was a poet not many years dead.

There was a copy of "Tom Jones," and another of "Joseph Andrews,"
printed in Fielding's own time. The "Spectator" was there, not in the
shape of a reprint, but the original papers, rudely bound, a treasure
brought from England, doubtless, by the immigrant. Richardson,
Smollett, Swift, and the rest were present in contemporary editions;
the poets and essayists, pretty much all of them, in quaint old
volumes; Johnson's "Lives of the Poets;" Sheridan's plays, stitched;
Burke's works; Scott's novels in force, just as they came, one after
another, from the press of the Edinburgh publishers; Miss Edgeworth's
moralities elbowing Mrs. Aphra Behn's strongly tainted romances; Miss
Burney's "Evelina," which was so "proper" that all the young ladies
used to read it, but so dull that nobody ever opens it nowadays; and
scores of other old "new books," which I have no room to catalogue
here, even if I could remember them all.

Byron appeared, not as a whole, but in separate volumes, bought as
each was published. Even the poor little "Hours of Idleness" was
there, ordered from across the sea, doubtless, in consequence of the
savage treatment it received at the hands of the Edinburgh Review,
bound volumes of which were on the shelves below. There was no copy
of "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," but as nearly all the rest
of Byron's poems were there in original editions, it seems probable
that the satire also had once held a place in the library. It had
been read to pieces, perhaps, or borrowed and never returned.

There were histories of all kinds, and collected editions of standard
works in plenty, covering a wide field of law, politics, theology,
and what not.

Of strictly modern books the assortment was comparatively meagre.
Macaulay's "Miscellanies," Motley's "Dutch Republic," Prescott's
"Mexico," "Peru," etc.; stray volumes of Dickens, Thackeray, Bulwer,
and Lever; Kennedy's "Swallow Barn," Cooke's "Virginia Comedians,"
half a dozen volumes of Irving, and a few others made up the list.

Of modern poetry there was not a line, and in this, as in other
respects, the old library--burned during the war--fairly represented
the literary tastes and reading habits of the Virginians in general.
They read little or no recent poetry and not much recent prose. I
think this was not so much the result of prejudice as of education.
The schools in Virginia were excellent ones of their kind, but their
system was that of a century ago. They gave attention chiefly to "the
humanities" and logic, and the education of a Virginian gentleman
resembled that of an Englishman of the last century far more closely
than that of any modern American. The writers of the present
naturally address themselves to men of to-day, and this is precisely
what the Virginians were not, wherefore modern literature was not at
all a thing to their taste.

To all this there were of course exceptions. I have known some
Virginians who appreciated Tennyson, enjoyed Longfellow and Lowell,
and understood Browning; just as I have known a few who affected a
modern pronunciation of the letter "a" in such words as "master,"
"basket," "glass," and "grass."




A REBEL'S RECOLLECTIONS




CHAPTER I.

THE MUSTERING.


That was an admirable idea of De Quincey's, formally to postulate
any startling theory upon which he desired to build an argument or
a story, and to insist that his readers should regard the postulate
as proved, on pain of losing altogether what he had to say. The
plan is a very convenient one, saving a deal of argument, and
establishing in the outset a very desirable relation of mastery and
subordination between writer and reader. Indeed, but for some such
device I should never be able to get on at all with these sketches,
fully to understand which, the reader must make of himself, for the
time at least, a Confederate. He must put himself in the place of
the Southerners and look at some things through their eyes, if he
would understand those things and their results at all; and as it is
no part of my purpose to write a defense of the Southern view of any
question, it will save a good deal of explanation on my part, and
weariness on the part of the reader, if I follow De Quincey's example
and do a little postulating to begin with. I shall make no attempt
whatever to prove my postulates, but any one interested in these
pages will find it to his advantage to accept them, one and all, as
proved, pending the reading of what is to follow. After that he may
relapse as speedily as he pleases into his own opinions. Here are the
postulates:--

1. The Southerners honestly believed in the right of secession, not
merely as a revolutionary, but as a constitutional right. They not
only held that whenever any people finds the government under which
it is living oppressive and subversive of the ends for which it
was instituted, it is both the right and the duty of that people to
throw off the government and establish a new one in its stead; but
they believed also that every State in the Union held the reserved
right, under the constitution, to withdraw peaceably from the Union
at pleasure.

2. They believed that every man's allegiance was due to his State
only, and that it was only by virtue of the State's continuance in
the Union that any allegiance was due to the general government
at all; wherefore the withdrawal of a State from the Union would
of itself absolve all the citizens of that State from whatever
obligations they were under to maintain and respect the Federal
constitution. In other words, patriotism, as the South understood it,
meant devotion to one's State, and only a secondary and consequential
devotion to the Union, existing as a result of the State's action in
making itself a part of the Union, and terminable at any time by the
State's withdrawal.

3. They were as truly and purely patriotic in their secession and in
the fighting which followed, as were the people of the North in their
adherence to the Union itself. The difference was one of opinion as
to what the duties of a patriot were, and not at all a difference in
the degree of patriotism existing in the two sections.

4. You, reader, who shouldered your musket and fought like the hero
you are, for the Union and the old flag, if you had been bred at the
South, and had understood your duty as the Southerners did theirs,
would have fought quite as bravely for secession as you did against
it; and you would have been quite as truly a hero in the one case as
in the other, because in either you would have risked your life for
the sake of that which you held to be the right. If the reader will
bear all this in mind we shall get on much better than we otherwise
could, in our effort to catch a glimpse of the war from a Southern
point of view.

With all its horrors and in spite of the wretchedness it has wrought,
this war of ours, in some of its aspects at least, begins to look
like a very ridiculous affair, now that we are getting too far away
from it to hear the rattle of the musketry; and I have a mind, in
this chapter, to review one of its most ridiculous phases, to wit,
its beginning. We all remember Mr. Webster's pithy putting of the
case with regard to our forefathers of a hundred years ago: "They
went to war against a preamble. They fought seven years against
a declaration. They poured out their treasures and their blood
like water, in a contest in opposition to an assertion." Now it
seems to me that something very much like this might be said of
the Southerners, and particularly of the Virginians, without whose
pluck and pith there could have been no war at all worth writing
or talking about. They made war upon a catch-word, and fought until
they were hopelessly ruined for the sake of an abstraction. And
certainly history will not find it to the discredit of those people
that they freely offered themselves upon the altar of an abstract
principle of right, in a war which they knew must work hopeless ruin
to themselves, whatever its other results might be. Virginia did not
want to secede, and her decision to this effect was given in the
election of a convention composed for the most part of men strongly
opposed to secession. The Virginians believed they had both a moral
and a constitutional right to withdraw voluntarily from a Union into
which they had voluntarily gone, but the majority of them preferred
to remain as they were. They did not feel themselves particularly
aggrieved or threatened by the election of Mr. Lincoln, and so,
while they never doubted that they had an unquestionable right to
secede at will, they decided by their votes not to do anything of
the kind. This decision was given in the most unmistakable way,
by heavy majorities, in an election which involved no other issue
whatever. But without Virginia the States which had already passed
ordinances of secession would have been wholly unable to sustain
themselves. Virginia's strength in men, material, and geographical
position was very necessary, for one thing, and her moral influence
on North Carolina, Arkansas, and other hesitating States, was even
more essential to the success of the movement. Accordingly every
possible effort was made to "fire the heart" of the conservative
old commonwealth. Delegations, with ponderous stump speeches in
their mouths and parchment appeals in their hands, were sent from
the seceding States to Richmond, while every Virginian who actively
favored secession was constituted a committee of one to cultivate a
public sentiment in favor of the movement.

Then came such a deluge of stump speeches as would have been
impossible in any other state or country in the civilized world, for
there never yet was a Virginian who could not, on occasion, acquit
himself very well on the hustings. The process of getting up the
requisite amount of enthusiasm, in the country districts especially,
was in many cases a very laughable one. In one county, I remember,
the principal speakers were three lawyers of no very great weight
except in a time of excitement. One of them was colonel of the county
militia, another lieutenant-colonel, and the third captain of a troop
of volunteer cavalry, a fine body of men, who spent three or four
days of each month partly in practicing a system of drill which, I
am persuaded, is as yet wholly undreamed of by any of the writers
upon tactics, and partly in cultivating the social virtues over that
peculiar species of feast known as a barbecue. When it became evident
that the people of Virginia were not duly impressed with the wrong
done them in the election of Mr. Lincoln, these were unquestionably
the right men in the right places. They were especially fond of
fervid speech-making, and not one of them had ever been known to
neglect an opportunity to practice it; each could make a speech on
any subject at a moment's warning. They spoke quite as well on a
poor theme as on a good one, and it was even claimed for one of them
that his eloquence waxed hottest when he had no subject at all to
talk about. Here, then, was their opportunity. The ever-full vials
of their eloquence waited only for the uncorking. It was the rule of
their lives to make a speech wherever and whenever they could get an
audience, and under the militia law they could, at will, compel the
attendance of a body of listeners consisting of pretty nearly all the
voters of the county, plus the small boys. When they were big with
speech they had only to order a drill. If a new gush of words or a
felicitous illustration occurred to them overnight, they called a
general muster for the next day. Two of them were candidates, against
a quiet and sensible planter, for the one seat allowed the county in
the convention, and the only difference of opinion there was between
them was involved in the question whether the ordinance of secession
should be adopted _before or after_ breakfast on the morning of the
first day of the convention's existence. One wanted coffee first and
the other did not. On the day of election, a drunken fellow, without
a thought of saying a good thing, apologized to one of them for not
having voted for him, saying, "I promised you, Sam,--but I couldn't
do it. You're a good fellow, Sam, and smart at a speech, but you see,
Sam, you _haven't the weight o' head_." The people, as the result of
the election showed, entertained a like view of the matter, and the
lawyers were both beaten by the old planter.

It was not until after the convention assembled, however, that
the eloquence of the triad came into full play. They then labored
unceasingly to find words with which to express their humiliation in
view of the degeneracy and cowardice of the ancient commonwealth.

They rejoiced in the thought that sooner or later the People--which
they always pronounced with an uncommonly big P--would "hurl those
degenerate sons of illustrious sires," meaning thereby the gentlemen
who had been elected to the convention, "from the seats which they
were now polluting," and a good deal more of a similar sort, the
point of which was that these orators longed for war of the bloodiest
kind, and were happy in the belief that it would come, in spite of
the fact that the convention was overwhelmingly against secession.

Now, in view of the subsequent history of these belligerent orators,
it would be a very interesting thing to know just what they thought
a war between the sections promised. One of them, as I have said,
was colonel of the two or three hundred militia-men mustered in
the county. Another was lieutenant-colonel, and the third was
captain of a volunteer troop, organized under the militia law for
purposes of amusement, chiefly. This last one could, of course,
retain his rank, should his company be mustered into service, and
the other two firmly believed that they would be called into camp
as full-fledged field-officers. In view of this, the colonel, in
one of his speeches, urged upon his men the necessity of a rigid
self-examination, touching the matter of personal courage, before
going, in his regiment, to the battle-field; "For," said he, "where
G. leads, brave men must follow," a bit of rhetoric which brought
down the house as a matter of course. The others were equally valiant
in anticipation of war and equally eager for its coming; and yet
when the war did come, so sorely taxing the resources of the South
as to make a levy _en masse_ necessary, not one of the three ever
managed to hear the whistle of a bullet. The colonel did indeed
go as far as Richmond, during the spring of 1861, but discovering
there that he was physically unfit for service, went no farther. The
lieutenant-colonel ran away from the field while the battle was yet
afar off, and the captain, suffering from "nervous prostration," sent
in his resignation, which was unanimously accepted by his men, on the
field during the first battle of Bull Run.

I sketch these three men and their military careers not without a
purpose. They serve to correct an error. They were types of a class
which brought upon the South a deal of odium. Noisy speech-makers,
they were too often believed by strangers to be, as they pretended,
representative men, and their bragging, their intolerance, their
contempt for the North, their arrogance,--all these were commonly
laid to the charge of the Southern people as a whole. As a matter
of fact, these were not representative men at all. They assumed the
_rôle_ of leadership on the court-house greens, but were repudiated
by the people at the polls first, and afterwards when the volunteers
were choosing officers to command them in actual warfare. These men
were clamorous demagogues and nothing else. They had no influence
whatever upon the real people. Their vaporings were applauded and
laughed at. The applause was ridicule, and the laughter was closely
akin to jeering.

Meantime a terrible dread was brooding over the minds of the
Virginian people. They were brave men and patriots, who would
maintain their honor at any cost. They were ready to sacrifice
their lives and their treasures in a hopeless struggle about an
abstraction, should the time come when their sense of right and honor
required the sacrifice at their hands. There was no cowardice and no
hesitation to be expected of them when the call should come. But
they dreaded war, and most of them prayed that it might never be.
They saw only desolation in its face. They knew it would lay waste
their fields and bring want upon their families, however it might
result in regard to the great political questions involved in it.
And so they refused to go headlong into a war which meant for them
destruction. Some of them, believing that there was no possibility of
avoiding the struggle, thought it the part of wisdom to accept the
inevitable and begin hostilities at once, while the North was still
but poorly prepared for aggressive measures. But the majority of the
Virginians were disposed to wait and to avoid war altogether, if that
should prove possible. These said, "We should remain quiet until
some overt act of hostility shall make resistance necessary." And
these were called cowards and fogies by the brave men of the hustings
already alluded to.

There was still another class of men who were opposed to secession
in any case. Of these, William C. Wickham, of Hanover, and Jubal
Early will serve as examples. They thought secession unnecessary and
imprudent in any conceivable event. They believed that it offered no
remedy for existing or possible ills, and that it could result only
in the prostration of the South. They opposed it, therefore, with
all their might; not only as not yet called for, but as suicidal in
any event, and not to be thought of at all. And yet these men, when
the war came, believed it to be their duty to side with their State,
and fought so manfully in behalf of the South as to make themselves
famous military leaders.

Why, then, the reader doubtless asks, if this was the temper of
the Virginians, did Virginia secede after all? I answer, because
circumstances ultimately so placed the Virginians that they could
not, without cowardice and dishonor, do otherwise; and the
Virginians are brave men and honorable ones. They believed, as I have
said, in the abstract right of any State to secede at will. Indeed,
this right was to them as wholly unquestioned and unquestionable as
is the right of the States to establish free schools, or to do any
other thing pertaining to local self-government. The question of
the correctness or incorrectness of the doctrine is not now to the
purpose. The Virginians, almost without an exception, believed and
had always believed it absolutely, and believing it, they held of
necessity that the general government had no right, legal or moral,
to coerce a seceding State; and so, when the President called upon
Virginia for her quota of troops with which to compel the return of
the seceding States, she could not possibly obey without doing that
which her people believed to be an outrage upon the rights of sister
commonwealths, for which, as they held, there was no warrant in law
or equity.

She heartily condemned the secession of South Carolina and the rest
as unnecessary, ill-advised, and dangerous; but their secession did
not concern her except as a looker-on, and she had not only refused
to be a partaker in it, but had also felt a good deal of indignation
against the men who were thus endangering the peace of the land. When
she was called upon to assist in reducing these States to submission,
however, she could no longer remain a spectator. She must furnish the
troops, and so assist in doing that which she believed to be utterly
wrong, or she must herself withdraw from the Union. The question was
thus narrowed down to this: Should Virginia seek safety in dishonor,
or should she meet destruction in doing that which she believed to be
right? Such a question was not long to be debated. Two days after the
proclamation was published Virginia seceded, not because she wanted
to secede,--not because she believed it wise,--but because, as she
understood the matter, the only other course open to her would have
been cowardly and dishonorable.

Now, unless I am sadly mistaken, the Virginians understood what
secession implied much more perfectly than did the rest of the
Southern people. They anticipated no child's play, and having cast in
their lot with the South, they began at once to get ready for war.
From one end of the State to the other, every county seat became
a drill field. The courts suspended their sessions, on the ground
that it was not a proper time for the enforced collection of debts.
Volunteer companies soon drained the militia organization of its
men. Public opinion said that every man who did not embrace the very
surest and earliest opportunity of getting himself mustered into
actual service was a coward; and so, to withdraw from the militia and
join a volunteer company, and make a formal tender of services to
the State, became absolutely essential to the maintenance of one's
reputation as a gentleman.

The drilling, of which there was literally no end, was simply funny.
Maneuvers of the most utterly impossible sort were carefully taught
to the men. Every amateur officer had his own pet system of tactics,
and the effect of the incongruous teachings, when brought out in
battalion drill, closely resembled that of the music at Mr. Bob
Sawyer's party, where each guest sang the chorus to the tune he knew
best.

The militia colonels, having assumed a sort of general authority over
the volunteer companies which had been formed out of the old militia
material, were not satisfied with daily musterings of the men under
their captains,--musterings which left the field-officers nothing to
do,--and so in a good many of the counties they ordered all the men
into camp at the county seat, and drew upon the people for provisions
with which to feed them. The camps were irregular, disorderly
affairs, over which no rod of discipline could very well be held, as
the men were not legally soldiers, and the only punishment possible
for disobedience or neglect of duty was a small fine, which the
willful men, with true Virginian contempt for money in small sums,
paid cheerfully as a tax upon jollity.

The camping, however, was enjoyable in itself, and as most of the men
had nothing else to do, the attendance upon roll-call was a pretty
full one. Every man brought a servant or two with him, of course. How
else were his boots and his accouterments to be kept clean, his horse
to be groomed, and his meals cooked? Most of the ladies came, too, in
their carriages every morning, returning to their homes only as night
came on; and so the camps were very picturesque and very delightful
places to be in. All the men wore epaulets of a gorgeousness rarely
equaled except in portraits of field-marshals, and every man was a
hero in immediate prospect.

One day an alarming report came, to the effect that a little
transport steamer, well known in James River, was on her way up to
Richmond with ten thousand troops on board, and instantly the camps
at the court-houses along the railroads were astir. It entered into
nobody's head to inquire where so many troops could have come from
at a time when the entire active force of the United States army
from Maine to Oregon was hardly greater than that; nor did anybody
seem surprised that the whole ten thousand had managed to bestow
themselves on board a steamer the carrying capacity of which had
hitherto been about four or five hundred men. The report was accepted
as true, and everybody believed that the ten thousand men would be
poured into Richmond's defenseless streets within an hour or two. In
the particular county to which I have alluded in the beginning of
this chapter, the cavalry captain sent for half a dozen grindstones,
and set his men to grinding their sabres,--a process which utterly
ruined the blades, of course. The militia colonel telegraphed a stump
speech or two to Richmond, which did no particular harm, as the old
station agent who officiated as operator could not for his life send
a message of more than three words so that it could be read at the
other end of the line. A little telegraphic swearing came back over
the wires, but beyond that the colonel's glowing messages resulted
in nothing. Turning his attention to matters more immediately within
his control, therefore, he ordered the drums to beat, and assembling
the men he marched them boldly down to the railroad station, where
mounting a goods box he told them that the time for speech-making was
now past; that the enemy (I am not sure that he did not say "vandal,"
and make some parenthetical remarks about "Attila flags" and things
of that sort which were favorites with him) was now at our very
thresholds; that he (the colonel) had marched his command to the
depot in answer to the call of his country; that they would proceed
thence by rail to Richmond and at once encounter the enemy, etc.,
etc., etc. He had already telegraphed, he said, to General Lee and to
Governor Letcher, requesting them to dispatch a train (the colonel
would have scorned to say "send cars" even in a telegram), and the
iron horse was doubtless already on its way.

No train came, however, and after nightfall the men were marched back
to their quarters in the court-house.

A few days later some genuine orders came from Richmond, accepting
the proffered services of all the companies organized in the
county, and ordering all, except the one cavalry troop, into camp
at Richmond. These orders, by some strange oversight, the colonel
explained, were addressed, not to him as colonel, but to the several
captains individually. He was not disposed to stand on ceremony,
however, he said; and so, without waiting for the clerical error
to be rectified, he would comply with the spirit of the order, and
take the troops to Richmond as soon as the necessary transportation
should arrive. Transportation was a good, mouth-filling word, which
suited the colonel exactly. In order that there should be no delay or
miscarriage, he marched the men a hundred yards down the hill to the
station, ten hours in advance of the time at which the cars were to
be there; and as there was nothing else to do, he and his lieutenant
thought the occasion a good one for the making of a speech apiece.
The colonel expressed his hearty sympathy with the woes of the
cavalry, who were to be left at home, while the infantry was winning
renown. And yet, he said, he had expected this from the first. The
time had been, he explained, when the cavalry was the quick-moving
arm of the service, but now that the iron horse-- The reader
must imagine the rest of that grandiloquent sentence. I value my
reputation for veracity too much to risk it by following the colonel
in this, his supreme burst of impassioned oratory. He was sorry for
the cavalry, but they should console themselves with the thought
that, as preservers of order in the community and protectors of their
homes, they would not be wholly useless in their own humble way; and
should any of them visit the army, they would always meet a hearty
welcome in his camp. For the present his head-quarters would be in
the Spottswood Hotel, and he would be glad, whenever military duty
did not too greatly absorb his attention, to grasp the hand of any
member of the troop who, wishing to catch a glimpse of real warfare,
should seek him there.

The train came, after a while, and the unappreciative railroad
men obstinately insisted that the State paid for the passage of
certain designated companies only, and that these distinguished
field-officers, if they traveled by that train at all, must pay
their way at regular passenger rates. The colonel and his lieutenant
pocketed the insult and paid their fare; but when, upon the arrival
of the troops at Richmond, nobody seemed to know anything about
these field-officers, and the companies were sent, without them,
into camps of instruction, the gallant leaders returned by passenger
train to their homes. The colonel came back, he said in a speech at
the station, still further to stir the patriotism of the people.
He had been in consultation with the authorities in Richmond; and
while it would not be proper for him to reveal even to these, his
patriotic countrymen, the full plan of campaign confided to him as
a field-officer, he might at least say to them that the government,
within ten days, would have fifteen thousand men in line on the
Potomac, and then, with perchance a bloody but very brief struggle,
this overwhelming force would dictate terms to the tyrants at
Washington.

This time the colonel got himself unmistakably laughed at, and, so
far as I have heard, he made no more speeches.

Meantime it had become evident to everybody that a very real and
a very terrible war was in prospect, and there was no longer any
disposition to tolerate nonsense of the sort I have been describing.
As fast as arrangements could be made for their accommodation, the
volunteers from every part of the State were ordered into camps of
instruction at Richmond and Ashland. As soon as any company was
deemed fit for service, it was sent to the front and assigned to
a regiment. Troops from other States were constantly pouring into
Richmond, and marching thence to the armies which were forming in the
field. The speech-making was over forever, and the work of the war
had begun.




CHAPTER II

THE MEN WHO MADE THE ARMY.


A newspaper correspondent has told us that the great leader of the
German armies, Count Von Moltke, has never read anything--even a
history--of our war, and that when questioned on the subject, he has
said he could not afford to spend time over "the wrangling of two
armed mobs." If he ever said anything of the kind, which is doubtful,
his characterization of the two armies had reference, probably, to
their condition during the first year or two of the struggle, when
they could lay very little claim indeed to any more distinctively
military title. The Southern army, at any rate, was simply a vast mob
of rather ill-armed young gentlemen from the country.[1] As I have
said in a previous chapter, every gentleman in Virginia, not wholly
incapable of rendering service, enlisted at the beginning of the war,
and the companies, unarmed, untrained, and hardly even organized,
were sent at once to camps of instruction. Here they were in theory
drilled and disciplined and made into soldiers, by the little handful
of available West-Pointers and the lads from the Military Institute
at Lexington. In point of fact, they were only organized and taught
the rudiments of the drill before being sent to the front as
full-fledged soldiers; and it was only after a year or more of active
service in the field that they began to suspect what the real work
and the real character of the modern soldier is.

Our ideas of the life and business of a soldier were drawn chiefly
from the adventures of Ivanhoe and Charles O'Malley, two worthies
with whose personal history almost every man in the army was
familiar. The men who volunteered went to war of their own accord,
and were wholly unaccustomed to acting on any other than their
own motion. They were hardy lovers of field sports, accustomed to
out-door life, and in all physical respects excellent material
of which to make an army. But they were not used to control of
any sort, and were not disposed to obey anybody except for good
and sufficient reason given. While actually on drill they obeyed
the word of command, not so much by reason of its being proper to
obey a command, as because obedience was in that case necessary to
the successful issue of a pretty performance in which they were
interested. Off drill they did as they pleased, holding themselves
gentlemen, and as such bound to consult only their own wills. Their
officers were of themselves, chosen by election, and subject, by
custom, to enforced resignation upon petition of the men. Only
corporals cared sufficiently little for their position to risk any
magnifying of their office by the enforcement of discipline. I make
of them an honorable exception, out of regard for the sturdy corporal
who, at Ashland, marched six of us (a guard detail) through the very
middle of a puddle, assigning as his reason for doing so the fact
that "It's plagued little authority they give us corporals, and
I mean to use that little, any how." Even corporals were elected,
however, and until December, 1861, I never knew a single instance in
which a captain dared offend his men by breaking a non-commissioned
officer, or appointing one, without submitting the matter to a vote
of the company. In that first instance the captain had to bolster
himself up with written authority from head-quarters, and even then
it required three weeks of mingled diplomacy and discipline to quell
the mutiny which resulted.

With troops of this kind, the reader will readily understand, a
feeling of very democratic equality prevailed, so far at least as
military rank had anything to do with it. Officers were no better
than men, and so officers and men messed and slept together on terms
of entire equality, quarreling and even fighting now and then, in a
gentlemanly way, but without a thought of allowing differences of
military rank to have any influence in the matter. The theory was
that the officers were the creatures of the men, chosen by election
to represent their constituency in the performance of certain duties,
and that only during good behavior. And to this theory the officers
themselves gave in their adhesion in a hundred ways. Indeed, they
could do nothing else, inasmuch as they knew no way of quelling a
mutiny.

There was one sort of rank, however, which was both maintained and
respected from the first, namely, that of social life. The line of
demarkation between gentry and common people is not more sharply
drawn anywhere than in Virginia. It rests there upon an indeterminate
something or other, known as family. To come of a good family is
a patent of nobility, and there is no other way whatever by which
any man or any woman can find a passage into the charmed circle of
Virginia's peerage. There is no college of heralds, to be sure, to
which doubtful cases may be referred, and there is no law governing
the matter; but every Virginian knows what families are, and what are
not good ones, and so mistakes are impossible. The social position of
every man is sharply defined, and every man carried it with him into
the army. The man of good family felt himself superior, as in most
cases he unquestionably was, to his fellow-soldier of less excellent
birth; and this distinction was sufficient, during the early years of
the war, to override everything like military rank. In one instance
which I remember, a young private asserted his superiority of social
standing so effectually as to extort from the lieutenant commanding
his company a public apology for an insult offered in the subjection
of the private to double duty, as a punishment for absence from
roll-call. The lieutenant was brave enough to have taken a flogging
at the hands of the insulted private, perhaps, but he could not face
the declared sentiment of the entire company, and so he apologized.
I have known numberless cases in which privates have declined dinner
and other invitations from officers who had presumed upon their
shoulder-straps in asking the company of their social superiors.

In the camp of instruction at Ashland, where the various cavalry
companies existing in Virginia were sent to be made into soldiers, it
was a very common thing indeed for men who grew tired of camp fare to
take their meals at the hotel, and one or two of them rented cottages
and brought their families there, excusing themselves from attendance
upon unreasonably early roll-calls, by pleading the distance from
their cottages to the parade-ground. Whenever a detail was made for
the purpose of cleaning the camp-ground, the men detailed regarded
themselves as responsible for the proper performance of the task by
their servants, and uncomplainingly took upon themselves the duty
of sitting on the fence and superintending the work. The two or
three men of the overseer class who were to be found in nearly every
company turned some nimble quarters by standing other men's turns
of guard-duty at twenty-five cents an hour; and one young gentleman
of my own company, finding himself assigned to a picket rope post,
where his only duty was to guard the horses and prevent them, in
their untrained exuberance of spirit, from becoming entangled in
each other's heels and halters, coolly called his servant and turned
the matter over to him, with a rather informal but decidedly pointed
injunction not to let those horses get themselves into trouble if he
valued his hide. This case coming to the ears of Colonel (afterwards
General) Ewell, who was commanding the camp, that officer reorganized
the guard service upon principles as novel as they were objectionable
to the men. He required the men to stand their own turns, and, worse
than that, introduced the system, in vogue among regular troops, of
keeping the entire guard detail at the guard-house when not on post,
an encroachment upon personal liberty which sorely tried the patience
of the young cavaliers.

It was in this undisciplined state that the men who afterwards made
up the army under Lee were sent to the field to meet the enemy at
Bull Run and elsewhere, and the only wonder is that they were ever
able to fight at all. They were certainly not soldiers. They were
as ignorant of the alphabet of obedience as their officers were of
the art of commanding. And yet they acquitted themselves reasonably
well, a fact which can be explained only by reference to the causes
of their insubordination in camp. These men were the people of the
South, and the war was their own; wherefore they fought to win it of
their own accord, and not at all because their officers commanded
them to do so. Their personal spirit and their intelligence were
their sole elements of strength. Death has few terrors for such men,
as compared with dishonor, and so they needed no officers at all, and
no discipline, to insure their personal good conduct on the field
of battle. The same elements of character, too, made them accept
hardship with the utmost cheerfulness, as soon as hardship became a
necessary condition to the successful prosecution of a war that every
man of them regarded as his own. In camp, at Richmond or Ashland,
they had shunned all unnecessary privation and all distasteful duty,
because they then saw no occasion to endure avoidable discomfort. But
in the field they showed themselves great, stalwart men in spirit
as well as in bodily frame, and endured cheerfully the hardships of
campaigning precisely as they would have borne the fatigues of a
hunt, as incidents encountered in the prosecution of their purposes.

During the spring and early summer of 1861, the men did not dream
that they were to be paid anything for their services, or even
that the government was to clothe them. They had bought their own
uniforms, and whenever these wore out they ordered new ones to be
sent, by the first opportunity, from home. I remember the very first
time the thought of getting clothing from the government ever entered
my own mind. I was serving in Stuart's cavalry, and the summer of
1861 was nearly over. My boots had worn out, and as there happened
at the time to be a strict embargo upon all visiting on the part of
non-military people, I could not get a new pair from home. The spurs
of my comrades had made uncomfortable impressions upon my bare feet
every day for a week, when some one suggested that I might possibly
buy a pair of boots from the quartermaster, who was for the first
time in possession of some government property of that description.
When I returned with the boots and reported that the official had
refused my proffered cash, contenting himself with charging the
amount against me as a debit to be deducted from the amount of my
_pay and clothing allowance_, there was great merriment in the camp.
The idea that there was anybody back of us in this war--anybody
who could, by any ingenuity of legal quibbling, be supposed to be
indebted to us for our voluntary services in our own cause--was too
ridiculous to be treated seriously. "Pay money" became the standing
subject for jests. The card-playing with which the men amused
themselves suffered a revolution at once; euchre gave place to poker,
played for "pay money," the winnings to fall due when pay-day should
come,--a huge joke which was heartily enjoyed.

From this the reader will see how little was done in the beginning
of the war toward the organization of an efficient quartermaster's
department, and how completely this ill-organized and undisciplined
mob of plucky gentlemen was left to prosecute the war as best it
could, trusting to luck for clothing and even for food. Of these
things I shall have occasion to speak more fully in a future chapter,
wherein I shall have something to say of the management of affairs at
Richmond. At present, I merely refer to the matter for the purpose
of correcting an error (if I may hope to do that) which seems
likely to creep into history. We have been told over and over again
that the Confederate army could not possibly have given effectual
pursuit to General McDowell's flying forces after the battle of
Bull Run. It is urged, in defense of the inaction which made of
that day's work a waste effort, that we could not move forward
for want of transportation and supplies. Now, without discussing
the question whether or not a prompt movement on Washington would
have resulted favorably to the Confederates, I am certain, as
every man who was there is, that this want of transportation and
supplies had nothing whatever to do with it. We had no supplies
of any importance, it is true, but none were coming to us there,
and we were no whit better off in this regard at Manassas than we
would have been before Washington. And having nothing to transport,
we needed no transportation. Had the inefficiency of the supply
department stopped short at its failure to furnish wagon trains, it
might have stood in the way of a forward movement. But that was no
ordinary incompetence which governed this department of our service
in all its ramifications. The breadth and comprehensiveness of that
incompetence were its distinguishing characteristics. In failing
to furnish anything to transport, it neutralized its failure to
furnish transportation, and the army that fought at Bull Run would
have been as well off anywhere else as there, during the next ten
days. Indeed, two days after the battle we were literally starved out
at Manassas, and were forced to advance to Fairfax Court House in
order to get the supplies which the Union army had left in abundance
wherever there was a storing-place for them. The next morning after
the battle, many of the starving men went off on their own account
to get provisions, and they knew very well where to find them. There
were none at Manassas, but by crossing Bull Run and following the
line of the Federal retreat, we soon gathered a store sufficient to
last us, while the authorities of the quartermaster's department were
finding out how to transport the few sheet-iron frying-pans which,
with an unnecessary tent here and there, were literally the only
things there were to be transported at all. Food, which was the only
really necessary thing just then, lay ahead of us and nowhere else.
All the ammunition we had we could and did move with the wagons at
hand.

To return to the temper of the troops and people. Did the Southerners
really think themselves a match for ten times their own numbers? I
know the reader wants to ask this question, because almost everybody
I talk to on the subject asks it in one shape or another. In answer
let me say, I think a few of the more enthusiastic women, cherishing
a blind faith in the righteousness of their cause, and believing,
in spite of historical precedent, that wars always end with strict
regard to the laws of poetic justice, did think something of the
sort; and I am certain that all the stump speakers of the kind I
have hitherto described held a like faith most devoutly. But with
these exceptions I never saw any Southerner who hoped for any but
well-fought-for success. It was not a question of success or defeat
with them at all. They thought they saw their duty plainly, and they
did it without regard to the consequences. Their whole hearts were
in the cause, and as they were human beings they naturally learned
to expect the result for which they were laboring and fighting and
suffering; but they based no hopes upon any such fancy as that the
Virginian soldier was the military equivalent of ten or of two
Pennsylvanians armed as well as he. On the contrary, they busily
counted the chances and weighed the probabilities on both sides from
the first. They claimed an advantage in the fact that their young
men were more universally accustomed to field sports and the use of
arms than were those of the North. They thought too, that, fighting
on their own soil, in an essentially defensive struggle, they would
have some advantage, as they certainly did. They thought they might
in the end tire their enemy out, and they hoped from the first for
relief through foreign intervention in some shape. These were the
grounds of their hopes; but had there been no hope for them at all, I
verily believe they would have fought all the same. Certainly they
had small reason to hope for success after the campaign of 1863, but
they fought on nevertheless, until they could fight no more. Let the
reader remember that as the Southerners understood the case, they
could not, without a complete sacrifice of honor, do anything else
than fight on until utterly crushed, and he will then be prepared to
understand how small a figure the question of success or failure cut
in determining their course.

The unanimity of the people was simply marvelous. So long as the
question of secession was under discussion, opinions were both
various and violent. The moment secession was finally determined
upon, a revolution was wrought. There was no longer anything to
discuss, and so discussion ceased. Men got ready for war, and
delicate women with equal spirit sent them off with smiling faces.
The man who tarried at home for never so brief a time, after
the call to arms had been given, found it necessary to explain
himself to every woman of his acquaintance, and no explanation was
sufficient to shield him from the social ostracism consequent upon
any long-tarrying. Throughout the war it was the same, and when the
war ended the men who lived to return were greeted with sad faces by
those who had cheerfully and even joyously sent them forth to the
battle.

Under these circumstances, the reader will readily understand, the
first call for troops took nearly all the men of Virginia away from
their homes. Even the boys in the colleges and schools enlisted, and
these establishments were forced to suspend for want of students. In
one college the president organized the students, and making himself
their commander, led them directly from the class-room to the field.
So strong and all-embracing was the thought that every man owed it
to the community to become a soldier, that even clergymen went into
the army by the score, and large districts of country were left too
without a physician, until the people could secure, by means of a
memorial, the unanimous vote of the company to which some favorite
physician belonged, declaring it to be his patriotic duty to remain
at home. Without such an instruction from his comrades no physician
would consent to withdraw, and even with it very many of them
preferred to serve in the ranks.

These were the men of whom the Confederate army was for the first
year or two chiefly composed. After that the conscription brought
in a good deal of material which was worse than useless. There were
some excellent soldiers who came into the army as conscripts, but
they were exceptions to the rule. For the most part the men whose
bodies were thus lugged in by force had no spirits to bring with
them. They had already lived a long time under all the contumely
which a reputation for confessed cowardice could bring upon them.
The verdict of their neighbors was already pronounced, and they could
not possibly change it now by good conduct. They brought discontent
with them into the camp, and were sullenly worthless as soldiers
throughout. They were a leaven of demoralization which the army would
have been better without. But they were comparatively few in number,
and as the character of the army was crystallized long before these
men came into it at all, they had little influence in determining the
conduct of the whole. If they added nothing to our strength, they
could do little to weaken us, and in any estimate of the character
of the Confederate army they hardly count at all. The men who early
in the war struggled for a place in the front rank, whenever there
was chance of a fight, and thought themselves unlucky if they
failed to get it, are the men who gave character afterwards to the
well-organized and well-disciplined army which so long contested the
ground before Richmond. They did become soldiers after a while, well
regulated and thoroughly effective. The process of disciplining them
took away none of their personal spirit or their personal interest
in the war, but it taught them the value of unquestioning obedience,
and the virtue there was in yielding it. I remember very well the
extreme coolness with which, in one of the valley skirmishes, a few
days before the first battle of Bull Run, a gentleman private in my
own company rode out of the ranks for the purpose of suggesting to
J. E. B. Stuart the propriety of charging a gun which was shelling
us, and which seemed nearer to us than to its supporting infantry. I
heard another gentleman without rank, who had brought a dispatch to
Stonewall Jackson, request that officer to "cut the answer short,"
on the ground that his horse was a little lame and he feared his
inability to deliver it as promptly as was desirable. These men and
their comrades lost none of this personal solicitude for the proper
conduct of the war, in process of becoming soldiers, but they learned
not to question or advise, when their duty was to listen and obey.
Their very errors, as General Stuart once said in my hearing, proved
them the best of material out of which to make soldiers. "They are
pretty good officers now," he said, "and after a while they will make
excellent soldiers too. They only need _reducing to the ranks_."

This personal interest in the war, which in their undisciplined
beginning led them into indiscreet meddling with details of policy
belonging to their superiors, served to sustain them when as
disciplined soldiers they were called upon to bear a degree of
hardship of which they had never dreamed. They learned to trust
the management of affairs to the officers, asking no questions,
but finding their own greatest usefulness in cheerful and ready
obedience. The wish to help, which made them unsoldierly at first,
served to make them especially good soldiers when it was duly
tempered with discipline and directed by experience. The result was
that even in the darkest days of the struggle, when these soldiers
knew they were losing everything but their honor, when desperation
led them to think of a thousand expedients and to see every blunder
that was made, they waited patiently for the word of command, and
obeyed it with alacrity and cheerfulness when it came, however absurd
it might seem. I remember an incident which will serve to illustrate
this. The Federal forces one day captured an important fort on the
north side of James River, which had been left almost unguarded,
through the blundering of the officer charged with its defense. It
must be retaken, or the entire line in that place must be abandoned,
and a new one built, at great risk of losing Richmond. Two bodies of
infantry were ordered to charge it on different sides, while the
command to which I was then attached should shell it vigorously with
mortars. In order that the attack might be simultaneously made on the
two sides, a specific time was set for it, but for some unexplained
reason there was a misunderstanding between the two commanders. The
one on the farther side began the attack twenty minutes too soon.
Every man of the other body, which lay there by our still silent
mortars, knew perfectly well that the attack had begun, and that they
ought to strike then if at all. They knew that, without their aid and
that of the mortars, their friends would be repulsed, and that a like
result would follow their own assault when it should be made, twenty
minutes later. They remained as they were, however, hearing the
rattle of the musketry and listening with calm faces to the exulting
cheers of the victorious enemy. Then came their own time, and knowing
perfectly well that their assault was now a useless waste of life,
they obeyed the order as it had been delivered to them, and knocked
at the very gates of that fortress for an hour. These men, in
1861, would have clamored for immediate attack as the only hope of
accomplishing anything, and had their commander insisted, in such a
case, upon obeying orders, they would in all probability have charged
without him. In 1864, having become soldiers, they obeyed orders even
at cost of failure. They had reduced themselves to the ranks--that
was all.


FOOTNOTE:

[1] In order that no reader may misconceive the spirit in which this
chapter is written, I wish to say, at the outset, that in commenting
upon the material of which the Southern army was made up, nothing has
been further from my thought than to reflect, even by implication,
upon the character of the Union army or of the men who composed it,
for indeed I honor both as highly as anybody can. I think I have
outlived whatever war prejudices I may have brought with me out of
the struggle, and in writing of some of the better characteristics of
the early Virginian volunteers, I certainly have not meant to deny
equal or like excellence to their foemen. I happen, however, to know
a great deal about the one army and very little about the other,--a
state of things consequent upon the peculiar warmth with which we
were always greeted whenever we undertook to visit the camps of our
friends on the other side. Will the reader please bear in mind,
then, that my estimate of the character of the Southern troops is a
positive and not a comparative one, and that nothing said in praise
of the one army is meant to be a reflection upon the other? Between
Bull Run and Appomattox I had ample opportunity to learn respect for
the courage and manliness of the men who overcame us, and since the
close of the war I have learned to know many of them as tried and
true friends, and gentlemen of noblest mold.




CHAPTER III.

THE TEMPER OF THE WOMEN.


During the latter part of the year in which the war between the
States came to an end, a Southern comic writer, in a letter addressed
to Artemus Ward, summed up the political outlook in one sentence,
reading somewhat as follows: "You may reconstruct the men, with your
laws and things, but how are you going to reconstruct the women?
_Whoop-ee!_" Now this unauthorized but certainly very expressive
interjection had a deal of truth at its back, and I am very sure
that I have never yet known a thoroughly "reconstructed" woman. The
reason, of course, is not far to seek. The women of the South could
hardly have been more desperately in earnest than their husbands and
brothers and sons were, in the prosecution of the war, but with
their woman-natures they gave themselves wholly to the cause, and
having loved it heartily when it gave promise of a sturdy life, they
almost worship it now that they have strewn its bier with funeral
flowers. To doubt its righteousness, or to falter in their loyalty to
it while it lived, would have been treason and infidelity; to do the
like now that it is dead would be to them little less than sacrilege.

I wish I could adequately tell my reader of the part those women
played in the war. If I could make these pages show the half of their
nobleness; if I could describe the sufferings they endured, and tell
of their cheerfulness under it all; if the reader might guess the
utter unselfishness with which they laid themselves and the things
they held nearest their hearts upon the altar of the only country
they knew as their own, the rare heroism with which they played their
sorrowful part in a drama which was to them a long tragedy; if my
pages could be made to show the half of these things, all womankind,
I am sure, would tenderly cherish the record, and nobody would wonder
again at the tenacity with which the women of the South still hold
their allegiance to the lost cause.

Theirs was a peculiarly hard lot. The real sorrows of war, like those
of drunkenness, always fall most heavily upon women. They may not
bear arms. They may not even share the triumphs which compensate
their brethren for toil and suffering and danger. They must sit still
and endure. The poverty which war brings to them wears no cheerful
face, but sits down with them to empty tables and pinches them sorely
in solitude.

After the victory, the men who have won it throw up their hats in a
glad huzza, while their wives and daughters await in sorest agony
of suspense the news which may bring hopeless desolation to their
hearts. To them the victory may mean the loss of those for whom they
lived and in whom they hoped, while to those who have fought the
battle it brings only gladness. And all this was true of Southern
women almost without exception. The fact that all the men capable
of bearing arms went into the army, and stayed there, gave to every
woman in the South a personal interest not only in the general
result of each battle, but in the list of killed and wounded as
well. Poverty, too, and privation of the sorest kind, was the common
lot, while the absence of the men laid many heavy burdens of work
and responsibility upon shoulders unused to either. But they bore
it all, not cheerfully only, but gladly. They believed it to be the
duty of every able-bodied man to serve in the army, and they eagerly
sent the men of their own homes to the field, frowning undisguisedly
upon every laggard until there were no laggards left. And their
spirit knew no change as the war went on. Their idea of men's duty
comprehended nothing less than persistence as long as a shot could be
fired. When they saw that the end was not to be victory, but defeat,
that fact made no change whatever in their view of the duty to be
done. Still less did their own privations and labors and sufferings
tend to dampen their ardor. On the contrary, the more heavily the war
bore upon themselves, the more persistently did they demand that it
should be fought out to the end. When they lost a husband, a son, or
a brother, they held the loss only an additional reason for faithful
adherence to the cause. Having made such a sacrifice to that which
was almost a religion to them, they had, if possible, less thought
than ever of proving unfaithful to it.

I put these general statements first, so that the reader who shall
be interested in such anecdotes as I shall have to tell may not be
misled thereby into the thought that these good women were implacable
or vindictive, when they were only devoted to a cause which in their
eyes represented the sum of all righteousness.

I remember a conversation between two of them,--one a young wife
whose husband was in the army, and the other an elderly lady, with no
husband or son, but with many friends and near relatives in marching
regiments. The younger lady remarked,--

"I'm sure I do not hate our enemies. I earnestly hope their souls may
go to heaven, but I would like to blow all their mortal bodies away,
as fast as they come upon our soil."

"Why, you shock me, my dear," replied the other; "I don't see why you
want the Yankees to go to heaven! I hope to get there myself some
day, and I'm sure I shouldn't want to go if I thought I should find
any of them there."

This old lady was convinced from the first that the South would
fail, and she based this belief upon the fact that we had permitted
Yankees to build railroads through the Southern States. "I tell you,"
she would say, "that's what they built the railroads for. They knew
the war was coming, and they got ready for it. The railroads will
whip us, you may depend. What else were they made for? We got on well
enough without them, and we oughtn't to have let anybody build them."
And no amount of reasoning would serve to shake her conviction that
the people of the North had built all our railroads with treacherous
intent, though the stock of the only road she had ever seen was held
very largely by the people along its line, many of whom were her own
friends.

She always insisted, too, that the Northern troops came South and
made war for the sole purpose of taking possession of our lands and
negroes, and she was astonished almost out of her wits when she
learned that the negroes were free. She had supposed that they were
simply to change masters, and even then she lived for months in
daily anticipation of the coming of "the new land owners," who were
waiting, she supposed, for assignments of plantations to be made to
them by military authority.

"They'll quarrel about the division, maybe," she said one day,
"and then there'll be a chance for us to whip them again, I hope."
The last time I saw her, she had not yet become convinced that
title-deeds were still to be respected.

A young girl, ordinarily of a very gentle disposition, astonished
a Federal colonel one day by an outburst of temper which served at
least to show the earnestness of her purpose to uphold her side of
the argument. She lived in a part of the country then for the first
time held by the Federal army, and a colonel, with some members of
his staff, made her family the unwilling recipients of a call one
morning. Seeing the piano open, the colonel asked the young lady
to play, but she declined. He then went to the instrument himself,
but he had hardly begun to play when the damsel, raising the piano
top, severed nearly all the strings with a hatchet, saying to the
astonished performer, as she did so,--

"That's my piano, and it shall not give you a minute's pleasure." The
colonel bowed, apologized, and replied,--

"If all your people are as ready as you to make costly sacrifices, we
might as well go home."

And most of them were ready and willing to make similar sacrifices.
One lady of my acquaintance knocked in the heads of a dozen casks
of choice wine rather than allow some Federal officers to sip as
many glasses of it. Another destroyed her own library, which was
very precious to her, when that seemed the only way in which she
could prevent the staff of a general officer, camped near her, from
enjoying a few hours' reading in her parlor every morning.

In New Orleans, soon after the war, I saw in a drawing-room, one day,
an elaborately framed letter, of which, the curtains being drawn, I
could read only the signature, which to my astonishment was that of
General Butler.

"What is that?" I asked of the young gentlewoman I was visiting.

"Oh, that's my diploma, my certificate of good behavior, from
General Butler;" and taking it down from the wall, she permitted me
to read it, telling me at the same time its history. It seems that
the young lady had been very active in aiding captured Confederates
to escape from New Orleans, and for this and other similar offenses
she was arrested several times. A gentleman who knew General Butler
personally had interested himself in behalf of her and some of her
friends, and upon making an appeal for their discharge received this
personal note from the commanding general, in which he declared his
willingness to discharge all the others, "But that black-eyed Miss
B.," he wrote, "seems to me an incorrigible little devil whom even
prison fare won't tame." The young lady had framed the note, and she
cherishes it yet, doubtless.

There is a story told of General Forrest, which will serve to show
his opinion of the pluck and devotion of the Southern women. He was
drawing his men up in line of battle one day, and it was evident that
a sharp encounter was about to take place. Some ladies ran from a
house, which happened to stand just in front of his line, and asked
him anxiously,--

"What shall we do, general, what shall we do?"

Strong in his faith that they only wished to help in some way, he
replied,--

"I really don't see that you can do much, except to stand on stumps,
wave your bonnets, and shout 'Hurrah, boys!'"

In Richmond, when the hospitals were filled with wounded men brought
in from the seven days' fighting with McClellan, and the surgeons
found it impossible to dress half the wounds, a band was formed,
consisting of nearly all the married women of the city, who took
upon themselves the duty of going to the hospitals and dressing
wounds from morning till night; and they persisted in their painful
duty until every man was cared for, saving hundreds of lives, as the
surgeons unanimously testified. When nitre was found to be growing
scarce, and the supply of gunpowder was consequently about to give
out, women all over the land dug up the earth in their smoke-houses
and tobacco barns, and with their own hands faithfully extracted the
desired salt, for use in the government laboratories.

Many of them denied themselves not only delicacies, but substantial
food also, when by enduring semi-starvation they could add to the
stock of food at the command of the subsistence officers. I myself
knew more than one houseful of women, who, from the moment that food
began to grow scarce, refused to eat meat or drink coffee, living
thenceforth only upon vegetables of a speedily perishable sort, in
order that they might leave the more for the soldiers in the field.
When a friend remonstrated with one of them, on the ground that her
health, already frail, was breaking down utterly for want of proper
diet, she replied, in a quiet, determined way, "I know that very
well; but it is little that I can do, and I must do that little at
any cost. My health and my life are worth less than those of my
brothers, and if they give theirs to the cause, why should not I do
the same? I would starve to death cheerfully if I could feed one
soldier more by doing so, but the things I eat can't be sent to camp.
I think it a sin to eat anything that can be used for rations." And
she meant what she said, too, as a little mound in the church-yard
testifies.

Every Confederate remembers gratefully the reception given him when
he went into any house where these women were. Whoever he might be,
and whatever his plight, if he wore the gray, he was received, not
as a beggar or tramp, not even as a stranger, but as a son of the
house, for whom it held nothing too good, and whose comfort was the
one care of all its inmates, even though their own must be sacrificed
in securing it. When the hospitals were crowded, the people earnestly
besought permission to take the men to their houses and to care for
them there, and for many months almost every house within a hundred
miles of Richmond held one or more wounded men as especially honored
guests.

"God bless these Virginia women!" said a general officer from one of
the cotton States, one day, "they're worth a regiment apiece;" and he
spoke the thought of the army, except that their blessing covered the
whole country as well as Virginia.

The ingenuity with which these good ladies discovered or manufactured
onerous duties for themselves was surprising, and having discovered
or imagined some new duty they straightway proceeded to do it at any
cost. An excellent Richmond dame was talking with a soldier friend,
when he carelessly remarked that there was nothing which so greatly
helped to keep up a contented and cheerful spirit among the men as
the receipt of letters from their woman friends. Catching at the
suggestion as a revelation of duty, she asked, "And cheerfulness
makes better soldiers of the men, does it not?" Receiving yes for an
answer, the frail little woman, already overburdened with cares of
an unusual sort, sat down and made out a list of all the men with
whom she was acquainted even in the smallest possible way, and from
that day until the end of the war she wrote one letter a week to
each, a task which, as her acquaintance was large, taxed her time
and strength very severely. Not content with this, she wrote on
the subject in the newspapers, earnestly urging a like course upon
her sisters, many of whom adopted the suggestion at once, much to
the delight of the soldiers, who little dreamed that the kindly,
cheerful, friendly letters which every mail brought into camp, were
a part of woman's self-appointed work for the success of the common
cause. From the beginning to the end of the war it was the same. No
cry of pain escaped woman's lips at the parting which sent the men
into camp; no word of despondency was spoken when hope seemed most
surely dead; no complaint from the women ever reminded their soldier
husbands and sons and brothers that there was hardship and privation
and terror at home. They bore all with brave hearts and cheerful
faces, and even when they mourned the death of their most tenderly
loved ones, they comforted themselves with the thought that they
buried only heroic dust.

"It is the death I would have chosen for him," wrote the widow of
a friend whose loss I had announced to her. "I loved him for his
manliness, and now that he has shown that manliness by dying as a
hero dies, I mourn, but am not heart-broken. I know that a brave man
awaits me whither I am going."

They carried their efforts to cheer and help the troops into every
act of their lives. When they could, they visited camp. Along the
lines of march they came out with water or coffee or tea,--the best
they had, whatever it might be,--with flowers, or garlands of green
when their flowers were gone. A bevy of girls stood under a sharp
fire from the enemy's lines at Petersburg one day, while they sang
Bayard Taylor's Song of the Camp, responding to an encore with the
stanza:--

      "Ah! soldiers, to your honored rest,
        Your truth and valor bearing,
      The bravest are the tenderest,
        The loving are the daring!"

Indeed, the coolness of women under fire was always a matter of
surprise to me. A young girl, not more than sixteen years of age,
acted as guide to a scouting party during the early years of the
war, and when we urged her to go back after the enemy had opened a
vigorous fire upon us, she declined, on the plea that she believed
we were "going to charge those fellows," and she "wanted to see the
fun." At Petersburg women did their shopping and went about their
duties under a most uncomfortable bombardment, without evincing the
slightest fear or showing any nervousness whatever.

But if the cheerfulness of the women during the war was remarkable,
what shall we say of the way in which they met its final failure and
the poverty that came with it? The end of the war completed the ruin
which its progress had wrought. Women who had always lived in luxury,
and whose labors and sufferings during the war were lightened by the
consciousness that in suffering and laboring they were doing their
part toward the accomplishment of the end upon which all hearts were
set, were now compelled to face not temporary but permanent poverty,
and to endure, without a motive or a sustaining purpose, still sorer
privations than any they had known in the past. The country was
exhausted, and nobody could foresee any future but one of abject
wretchedness. It was seed-time, but the suddenly freed negroes had
not yet learned that freedom meant aught else than idleness, and the
spring was gone before anything like a reorganization of the labor
system could be effected. The men might emigrate when they should get
home, but the case of the women was a very sorry one indeed. They
kept their spirits up through it all, however, and improvised a new
social system in which absolute poverty, cheerfully borne, was the
badge of respectability. Everybody was poor except the speculators
who had fattened upon the necessities of the women and children, and
so poverty was essential to anything like good repute. The return
of the soldiers made some sort of social festivity necessary, and
"starvation parties" were given, at which it was understood that the
givers were wholly unable to set out refreshments of any kind. In
the matter of dress, too, the general poverty was recognized, and
every one went clad in whatever he or she happened to have. The want
of means became a jest, and nobody mourned over it; while all were
laboring to repair their wasted fortunes as they best could. And all
this was due solely to the unconquerable cheerfulness of the Southern
women. The men came home moody, worn out, discouraged, and but for
the influence of woman's cheerfulness, the Southern States might have
fallen into a lethargy from which they could not have recovered for
generations.

Such prosperity as they have since achieved is largely due to the
courage and spirit of their noble women.




CHAPTER IV.

OF THE TIME WHEN MONEY WAS "EASY."


It seems a remarkable fact that during the late Congressional
travail with the currency question, no one of the people in or out
of Congress, who were concerned lest there should not be enough
money in the country to "move the crops," ever took upon himself the
pleasing task of rehearsing the late Confederacy's financial story,
for the purpose of showing by example how simple and easy a thing
it is to create wealth out of nothing by magic revolutions of the
printing-press, and to make rich, by act of Congress, everybody not
too lazy to gather free dollars into a pile. The story has all the
flavor of the Princess Scheherezade's romances, with the additional
merit of being historically true. For once a whole people was rich.
Money was "easy" enough to satisfy everybody, and everybody had it
in unstinted measure. This money was not, it is true, of a quality
to please the believers in a gold or other arbitrary standard of
value, but that is a matter of little consequence, now that senators
and representatives of high repute have shown that the best currency
possible is that which exists only by the will of the government, and
the volume of which is regulated by the cravings of the people alone.
That so apt an illustration of the financial views of the majority in
Congress should have been wholly neglected, during the discussions,
seems therefore unaccountable.

The financial system adopted by the Confederate government was
singularly simple and free from technicalities. It consisted chiefly
in the issue of treasury notes enough to meet all the expenses of
the government, and in the present advanced state of the art of
printing there was but one difficulty incident to this process;
namely, the impossibility of having the notes signed in the Treasury
Department, as fast as they were needed. There happened, however, to
be several thousand young ladies in Richmond willing to accept light
and remunerative employment at their homes, and as it was really a
matter of small moment whose name the notes bore, they were given out
in sheets to these young ladies, who signed and returned them for a
consideration. I shall not undertake to guess how many Confederate
treasury notes were issued. Indeed, I am credibly informed by a
gentleman who was high in office in the Treasury Department, that
even the secretary himself did not certainly know. The acts of
Congress authorizing issues of currency were the hastily formulated
thought of a not very wise body of men, and my informant tells me
they were frequently susceptible of widely different construction by
different officials. However that may be, it was clearly out of the
power of the government ever to redeem the notes, and whatever may
have been the state of affairs within the treasury, nobody outside
its precincts ever cared to muddle his head in an attempt to get at
exact figures.

We knew only that money was astonishingly abundant. Provisions
fell short sometimes, and the supply of clothing was not always as
large as we should have liked, but nobody found it difficult to get
money enough. It was to be had almost for the asking. And to some
extent the abundance of the currency really seemed to atone for its
extreme badness. Going the rounds of the pickets on the coast of
South Carolina, one day, in 1863, I heard a conversation between a
Confederate and a Union soldier, stationed on opposite sides of a
little inlet, in the course of which this point was brought out.

_Union Soldier._ Aren't times rather hard over there, Johnny?

_Confederate Soldier._ Not at all. We've all the necessaries of life.

_U. S._ Yes; but how about luxuries? You never see any coffee
nowadays, do you?

_C. S._ Plenty of it.

_U. S._ Isn't it pretty high?

_C. S._ Forty dollars a pound, that's all.

_U. S._ Whew! Don't you call that high?

_C. S._ (after reflecting). Well, perhaps it is a trifle uppish, but
then you never saw money so plentiful as it is with us. We hardly
know what to do with it, and don't mind paying high prices for things
we want.

And that was the universal feeling. Money was so easily got, and its
value was so utterly uncertain, that we were never able to determine
what was a fair price for anything. We fell into the habit of paying
whatever was asked, knowing that to-morrow we should have to pay
more. Speculation became the easiest and surest thing imaginable.
The speculator saw no risks of loss. Every article of merchandise
rose in value every day, and to buy anything this week and sell it
next was to make an enormous profit quite as a matter of course. So
uncertain were prices, or rather so constantly did they tend upward,
that when a cargo of cadet gray cloths was brought into Charleston
once, an officer in my battery, attending the sale, was able to
secure enough of the cloth to make two suits of clothes, without any
expense whatever, merely by speculating upon an immediate advance. He
became the purchaser, at auction, of a case of the goods, and had no
difficulty, as soon as the sale was over, in finding a merchant who
was glad to take his bargain off his hands, giving him the cloth he
wanted as a premium. The officer could not possibly have paid for the
case of goods, but there was nothing surer than that he could sell
again at an advance the moment the auctioneer's hammer fell on the
last lot of cloths.

Naturally enough, speculation soon fell into very bad repute, and
the epithet "speculator" came to be considered the most opprobrious
in the whole vocabulary of invective. The feeling was universal that
the speculators were fattening upon the necessities of the country
and the sufferings of the people. Nearly all mercantile business was
regarded at least with suspicion, and much of it fell into the hands
of people with no reputations to lose, a fact which certainly did not
tend to relieve the community in the matter of high prices.

The prices which obtained were almost fabulous, and singularly enough
there seemed to be no sort of ratio existing between the values of
different articles. I bought coffee at forty dollars and tea at
thirty dollars a pound on the same day.

My dinner at a hotel cost me twenty dollars, while five dollars
gained me a seat in the dress circle of the theatre. I paid one
dollar the next morning for a copy of the Examiner, but I might have
got the Whig, Dispatch, Enquirer, or Sentinel, for half that sum. For
some wretched tallow candles I paid ten dollars a pound. The utter
absence of proportion between these several prices is apparent, and
I know of no way of explaining it except upon the theory that the
unstable character of the money had superinduced a reckless disregard
of all value on the part of both buyers and sellers. A facetious
friend used to say prices were so high that nobody could see them,
and that they "got mixed for want of supervision." He held, however,
that the difference between the old and the new order of things was
a trifling one. "Before the war," he said, "I went to market with
the money in my pocket, and brought back my purchases in a basket;
now I take the money in the basket, and bring the things home in my
pocket."

As I was returning to my home after the surrender at Appomattox
Court House, a party of us stopped at the residence of a planter for
supper, and as the country was full of marauders and horse thieves,
deserters from both armies, bent upon indiscriminate plunder, our
host set a little black boy to watch our horses while we ate, with
instructions to give the alarm if anybody should approach. After
supper we dealt liberally with little Sam. Silver and gold we had
none, of course, but Confederate money was ours in great abundance,
and we bestowed the crisp notes upon the guardian of our horses,
to the extent of several hundreds of dollars. A richer person than
that little negro I have never seen. Money, even at par, never
carried more of happiness with it than did those promises of a dead
government to pay. We frankly told Sam that he could buy nothing
with the notes, but the information brought no sadness to his simple
heart.

"I don' want to buy nothin', master," he replied. "I's gwine to keep
dis al_ways_."

I fancy his regard for the worthless paper, merely because it was
called money, was closely akin to the feeling which had made it
circulate among better-informed people than he. Everybody knew, long
before the surrender, that these notes never could be redeemed. There
was little reason to hope, during the last two years of the war, that
the "ratification of a treaty of peace between the Confederate States
and the United States," on which the payment was conditioned, would
ever come. We knew the paper was worthless, and yet it continued to
circulate. It professed to be money, and on the strength of that
profession people continued to take it in payment for goods. The
amount of it for which the owner of any article would part with his
possession was always uncertain. Prices were regulated largely by
accident, and were therefore wholly incongruous.

But the disproportion between the prices of different articles
was not greater than that between the cost of goods imported
through the blockade and their selling price. The usual custom of
blockade-running firms was to build or buy a steamer in Europe, bring
it to Nassau in ballast, and load it there with assorted merchandise.
Selling this cargo in Charleston or Wilmington for Confederate money,
they would buy cotton with which to reload the ship for her outward
voyage. The owner of many of these ships once told me that if a
vessel which had brought in one cargo were lost with a load of cotton
on her outward voyage, the owner would lose nothing, the profits
on the merchandise being fully equal to the entire value of ship
and cotton. If he could get one cargo of merchandise in, and one of
cotton out, the loss of the ship with a second cargo of merchandise
would still leave him a clear profit of more than a hundred per cent.
upon his investment. And this was due solely to the abnormal state
of prices in the country, and not at all to the management of the
blockade-runners. They sold their cargoes at auction, and bought
cotton in the open market.

Their merchandise brought fabulous prices, while cotton, for want of
a market, remained disproportionately low. That the merchants engaged
in this trade were in no way the authors of the state of prices may
be seen from two facts. First, if I am correctly informed, they
uniformly gave the government an opportunity to take such articles as
it had need of, and especially all the quinine imported, at the price
fixed in Richmond, without regard to the fact that speculators would
pay greatly more for the goods. In one case within my own knowledge
a heavy invoice of quinine was sold to the government for eleven
hundred dollars an ounce, when a speculator stood ready to take it
at double that price. Secondly, the cargo sales were peremptory,
and speculators sometimes combined and bought a cargo considerably
below the market price, by appearing at the sale in such numbers as
to exclude all other bidders. In one case, I remember, the general
commanding at Charleston annulled a cargo sale on this account, and
sent some of the speculators to jail for the purpose of giving other
people an opportunity to purchase needed goods at prices very much
higher than those forced upon the sellers by the combination at the
first sale.

In the winter of 1863-64 Congress became aware of the fact that
prices were higher than they should be under a sound currency. If
Congress suspected this at any earlier date, there is nothing in the
proceedings of that body to indicate it. Now, however, the newspapers
were calling attention to an uncommonly ugly phase of the matter, and
reminding Congress that what the government bought with a currency
depreciated to less than one per cent. of its face, the government
must some day pay for in gold at par. The lawgivers took the alarm
and sat themselves down to devise a remedy for the evil condition
of affairs. With that infantile simplicity which characterized
nearly all the doings and quite all the financial legislation of the
Richmond Congress, it was decided that the very best way to enhance
the value of the currency was to depreciate it still further by
a declaratory statute, and then to issue a good deal more of it.
The act set a day, after which the currency already in circulation
should be worth only two thirds of its face, at which rate it was
made convertible into notes of the new issue, which some, at least,
of the members of Congress were innocent enough to believe would be
worth very nearly their par value. This measure was intended, of
course, to compel the funding of the currency, and it had that effect
to some extent, without doubt. Much of the old currency remained in
circulation, however, even after the new notes were issued. For a
time people calculated the discount, in passing and receiving the
old paper, but as the new notes showed an undiminished tendency to
still further depreciation, there were people, not a few, who spared
themselves the trouble of making the distinction.

I am sometimes asked at what time prices attained their highest
point in the Confederacy, and I find that memory fails to answer the
question satisfactorily. They were about as high as they could be
in the fall of 1863, and I should be disposed to fix upon that as
the time when the climax was reached, but for my consciousness that
the law of constant appreciation was a fixed one throughout the war.
The financial condition got steadily worse to the end. I believe the
highest price, relatively, I ever saw paid, was for a pair of boots.
A cavalry officer, entering a little country store, found there one
pair of boots which fitted him. He inquired the price. "Two hundred
dollars," said the merchant. A five hundred dollar bill was offered,
but the merchant, having no smaller bills, could not change it.
"Never mind," said the cavalier, "I'll take the boots anyhow. Keep
the change; I never let a little matter of three hundred dollars
stand in the way of a trade."

That was on the day before Lee's surrender, but it would not have
been an impossible occurrence at any time during the preceding year.
The money was of so little value that we parted with it gladly
whenever it would purchase anything at all desirable. I cheerfully
paid five dollars for a little salt, at Petersburg, in August, 1864,
and being thirsty drank my last two dollars in a half-pint of cider.

The government's course in levying a tax in kind, as the only
possible way of making the taxation amount to anything, led speedily
to the adoption of a similar plan, as far as possible, by the
people. A physician would order from his planter friend ten or
twenty visits' worth of corn, and the transaction was a perfectly
intelligible one to both. The visits would be counted at ante-war
rates, and the corn estimated by the same standard. In the early
spring of 1865 I wanted a horse, and a friend having one to spare, I
sent for the animal, offering to pay whatever the owner should ask
for it. He could not fix a price, having literally no standard of
value to which he could appeal, but he sent me the horse, writing, in
reply to my note,--

"Take the horse, and when the war shall be over, if we are both alive
and you are able, give me as good a one in return. Don't send any
note or due-bill. It might complicate matters if either should die."

A few months later, I paid my debt by returning the very horse I
had bought. I give this incident merely to show how utterly without
financial compass or rudder we were.

How did people manage to live during such a time? I am often asked;
and as I look back at the history of those years, I can hardly
persuade myself that the problem was solved at all. A large part
of the people, however, was in the army, and drew rations from
the government. During the early years of the war, officers were
not given rations, but were allowed to buy provisions from the
commissaries at government prices. Subsequently, however, when
provisions became so scarce that it was necessary to limit the amount
consumed by officers as well as that eaten by the men, the purchase
system was abolished, and the whole army was fed upon daily rations.
The country people raised upon their plantations all the necessaries
of life, and were generally allowed to keep enough of them to live
on, the remainder being taken by the subsistence officers for army
use. The problem of a salt supply, on which depended the production
of meat, was solved in part by the establishment of small salt
factories along the coast, and in part by Governor Letcher's vigorous
management of the works in southwestern Virginia, and his wise
distribution of the product along the various lines of railroad.

In the cities, living was not by any means so easy as in the country.
Business was paralyzed, and abundant as money was, it seems almost
incredible that city people got enough of it to live on. Very many of
them were employed, however, in various capacities, in the arsenals,
departments, bureaus, etc., and these were allowed to buy rations at
fixed rates, after the post-office clerks in Richmond had brought
matters to a crisis by resigning their clerkships to go into the
army, because they could not support life on their salaries of nine
thousand dollars a year. For the rest, if people had anything to
sell, they got enormous prices for it, and could live a while on
the proceeds. Above all, a kindly, helpful spirit was developed by
the common suffering and this, without doubt, kept many thousands
of people from starvation. Those who had anything shared it freely
with those who had nothing. There was no selfish looking forward,
and no hoarding for the time to come. During those terrible last
years, the future had nothing of pleasantness in its face, and
people learned not to think of it at all. To get through to-day was
the only care. Nobody formed any plans or laid by any money for
to-morrow or next week or next year, and indeed to most of us there
really seemed to be no future. I remember the start it gave me when
a clergyman, visiting camp, asked a number of us whether our long
stay in defensive works did not afford us an excellent opportunity
to study with a view to our professional life after the war. We were
not used to think of ourselves as possible survivors of a struggle
which was every day perceptibly thinning our ranks. The coming of
ultimate failure we saw clearly enough, but the future beyond was a
blank. The subject was naturally not a pleasant one, and by common
consent it was always avoided in conversation, until at last we
learned to avoid it in thought as well. We waited gloomily for the
end, but did not care particularly to speculate upon the question
when and how the end was to come. There was a vague longing for rest,
which found vent now and then in wild newspaper stories of signs and
omens portending the close of the war, but beyond this the matter was
hardly ever discussed. We had early forbidden ourselves to think of
any end to the struggle except a successful one, and that being now
an impossibility, we avoided the subject altogether. The newspaper
stories to which reference is made above were of the wildest and
absurdest sort. One Richmond paper issued an extra, in which it was
gravely stated that there was a spring near Fredericksburg which had
ceased to flow thirty days before the surrender of the British at
Yorktown, thirty days before the termination of the war of 1812, and
thirty days before the Mexican war ended; and that "this singularly
prophetic fountain has now again ceased to pour forth its waters." At
another time a hen near Lynchburg laid an egg, the newspapers said,
on which were traced, in occult letters, the words, "peace in ninety
days."

Will the reader believe that with gold at a hundred and twenty-five
for one, or twelve thousand four hundred per cent. premium; when
every day made the hopelessness of the struggle more apparent; when
our last man was in the field; when the resources of the country
were visibly at an end, there were financial theorists who honestly
believed that by a mere trick of legislation the currency could be
brought back to par? I heard some of these people explain their
plan during a two days' stay in Richmond. Gold, they said, is an
inconvenient currency always, and nobody wants it, except as a
basis. The government has some gold,--several millions in fact,--and
if Congress will only be bold enough to declare the treasury notes
redeemable at par in coin, we shall have no further difficulty with
our finances. So long as notes are redeemable in gold at the option
of the holder, nobody wants them redeemed. Let the government say to
the people, We will redeem the currency whenever you wish, and nobody
except a few timid and unpatriotic people will care to change their
convenient for an inconvenient money. The gold which the government
holds will suffice to satisfy these timid ones, and there will be
an end of high prices and depreciated currency. The government can
then issue as much more currency as circumstances may make necessary,
and strong in our confidence in ourselves we shall be the richest
people on earth; we shall have _created_ the untold wealth which our
currency represents.

I am not jesting. This is, as nearly as I can repeat it, the
utterance of a member of the Confederate Congress made in my presence
in a private parlor. If the reader thinks the man was insane, I beg
him to look over the reports of the debates on financial matters
which have been held in Washington.

The effects of the extreme depreciation of the currency were
sometimes almost ludicrous. One of my friends, a Richmond lady,
narrowly escaped very serious trouble in an effort to practice a wise
economy. Anything for which the dealers did not ask an outrageously
high price seemed wonderfully cheap always, and she, at least, lacked
the self-control necessary to abstain from buying largely whenever
she found anything the price of which was lower than she had supposed
it would be. Going into market one morning with "stimulated ideas of
prices," as she phrased it, the consequence of having paid a thousand
dollars for a barrel of flour, she was surprised to find nearly
everything selling for considerably less than she had expected.
Thinking that for some unexplained cause there was a temporary
depression in prices, she purchased pretty largely in a good many
directions, buying, indeed, several things for which she had almost
no use at all, and buying considerably more than she needed of other
articles. As she was quitting the market on foot,--for it had become
disreputable in Richmond to ride in a carriage, and the ladies would
not do it on any account,--she was tapped on the shoulder by an
officer who told her she was under arrest, for buying in market to
sell again. As the lady was well known to prominent people she was
speedily released, but she thereafter curbed her propensity to buy
freely of cheap things. Buying to sell again had been forbidden under
severe penalties,--an absolutely necessary measure for the protection
of the people against the rapacity of the hucksters, who, going
early into the markets, would buy literally everything there, and by
agreement among themselves double or quadruple the already exorbitant
rates. It became necessary also to suppress the gambling-houses in
the interest of the half-starved people. At such a time, of course,
gambling was a very common vice, and the gamblers made Richmond
their head-quarters. It was the custom of the proprietors of these
establishments to set costly suppers in their parlors every night,
for the purpose of attracting visitors likely to become victims.
For these suppers they must have the best of everything without
stint, and their lavish rivalry in the poorly stocked markets had
the effect of advancing prices to a dangerous point. To suppress the
gambling-houses was the sole remedy, and it was only by uncommonly
severe measures that the suppression could be accomplished. It
was therefore enacted that any one found guilty of keeping a
gambling-house should be publicly whipped upon the bare back, and as
the infliction of the penalty in one or two instances effectually
and permanently broke up the business of gambling, even in the
disorganized and demoralized state in which society then was, it may
be said with confidence that whipping is the one certain remedy for
this evil. Whether it be not, in ordinary cases, worse than the evil
which it cures, it is not our business just now to inquire.

The one thing which we were left almost wholly without, during the
war, was literature. Nobody thought of importing books through the
blockade, to any adequate extent, and the facilities for publishing
them, even if we had had authors to write them, were very poor
indeed. A Mobile firm reprinted a few of the more popular books of
the time, Les Misérables, Great Expectations, etc, and I have a
pamphlet edition of Owen Meredith's Tannhäuser, bound in coarse
wall-paper, for which I paid seven dollars, in Charleston. Singularly
enough, I bought at the same time a set of Dickens's works, of
English make, well printed and bound in black cloth, for four dollars
a volume, a discrepancy which I am wholly unable to explain. In
looking through a file of the Richmond Examiner extending over most
of the year 1864, I find but one book of any sort advertised, and the
price of that, a duodecimo volume of only 72 pages, was five dollars,
the publishers promising to send it by mail, post-paid, on receipt of
the price.

Towards the last, as I have already said, resort was had frequently
to first principles, and bartering, or "payment in kind," as it was
called, became common, especially in those cases in which it was
necessary to announce prices in advance. To fix a price for the
future in Confederate money when it was daily becoming more and
more exaggeratedly worthless, would have been sheer folly; and so
educational institutions, country boarding-houses, etc., advertised
for patronage at certain prices, payment to be made in provisions
at the rates prevailing in September, 1860. In the advertisement of
Hampden Sidney College, in the Examiner for October 4, 1864, I find
it stated that students may get board in private families at about
eight dollars a month, payable in this way. The strong contrast
between the prices of 1860 and those of 1864 is shown by a statement,
in the same advertisement, that the students who may get board at
eight dollars a month in provisions, can buy wood at twenty-five
dollars a cord and get their washing done for seven dollars and fifty
cents a dozen pieces.

This matter of prices was frequently made a subject for jesting
in private, but for the most part it was carefully avoided in the
newspapers. It was too ominous of evil to be a fit topic of editorial
discussion on ordinary occasions. As with the accounts of battles
in which our arms were not successful, necessary references to the
condition of the finances were crowded into a corner, as far out of
sight as possible. The Examiner, being a sort of newspaper Ishmael,
did now and then bring the subject up, however, and on one occasion
it denounced with some fierceness the charges prevailing in the
schools; and I quote a passage from Prof. Sidney H. Owens's reply,
which is interesting as a summary of the condition of things in the
South at that time:--

"The charges made for tuition are about five or six times as high as
in 1860. Now, sir, your shoemaker, carpenter, butcher, market man,
etc., demand from twenty, to thirty, to forty times as much as in
1860. Will you show me a civilian who is charging only six times the
prices charged in 1860, except the teacher only? As to the amassing
of fortunes by teachers, spoken of in your article, make your
calculations, sir, and you will find that to be almost an absurdity,
since they pay from twenty to forty prices for everything used, and
are denounced exorbitant and unreasonable in demanding five or six
prices for their own labor and skill."

There were compensations, however. When gold was at twelve thousand
per cent. premium with us, we had the consolation of knowing that it
was in the neighborhood of one hundred above par in New York, and a
Richmond paper of September 22, 1864, now before me, fairly chuckles
over the high prices prevailing at the North, in a two-line paragraph
which says, "Tar is selling in New York at two dollars a pound. It
used to cost eighty cents a barrel." That paragraph doubtless made
many a five-dollar beefsteak palatable.




CHAPTER V.

THE CHEVALIER OF THE LOST CAUSE.


The queer people who devote their energies to the collection of
autographs have a habit, as everybody whose name has been three times
in print must have discovered, of soliciting from their victim "an
autograph _with_ a sentiment," and the unfortunate one is expected,
in such cases, to say something worthy of himself, something
especially which shall be eminently characteristic, revealing, in
a single sentence, the whole man, or woman, as the case may be.
How large a proportion of the efforts to do this are measurably
successful, nobody but a collector of the sort referred to can
say; but it seems probable that the most characteristic autograph
"sentiments" are those which are written of the writer's own
motion and not of malice aforethought. I remember seeing a curious
collection of these once, many of which were certainly not unworthy
the men who wrote them. One read, "I. O. U. fifty pounds lost at
play,--CHARLES JAMES FOX;" and another was a memorandum of sundry
wagers laid, signed by the Right Honorable Richard Brinsley Sheridan.
These, I thought, bore the impress of their authors' character, and
it is at the least doubtful whether either of the distinguished
gentlemen would have done half so well in answer to a modest request
for a sentiment and a signature.

In the great dining-hall of the Briars, an old-time mansion in the
Shenandoah Valley, the residence of Mr. John Esten Cooke, there hangs
a portrait of a broad-shouldered cavalier, and beneath is written, in
the hand of the cavalier himself,

  "_Yours to count on_,
  J. E. B. STUART,"

an autograph sentiment which seems to me a very perfect one in its
way. There was no point in Stuart's character more strongly marked
than the one here hinted at. He was "yours to count on" always: your
friend if possible, your enemy if you would have it so, but your
friend or your enemy "to count on," in any case. A franker, more
transparent nature, it is impossible to conceive. What he was he
professed to be. That which he thought, he said, and his habit of
thinking as much good as he could of those about him served to make
his frankness of speech a great friend-winner.

I saw him for the first time when he was a colonel, in command of
the little squadron of horsemen known as the first regiment of
Virginia cavalry. The company to which I belonged was assigned to
this regiment immediately after the evacuation of Harper's Ferry by
the Confederates. General Johnston's army was at Winchester, and
the Federal force under General Patterson lay around Martinsburg.
Stuart, with his three or four hundred men, was encamped at Bunker
Hill, about midway between the two, and thirteen miles from support
of any kind. He had chosen this position as a convenient one from
which to observe the movements of the enemy, and the tireless
activity which marked his subsequent career so strongly had already
begun. As he afterwards explained, it was his purpose to train and
school his men, quite as much as anything else, that prompted the
greater part of his madcap expeditions at this time, and if there
be virtue in practice as a means of perfection, he was certainly an
excellent school-master.

My company arrived at the camp about noon, after a march of three
or four days, having traveled twenty miles that morning. Stuart,
whom we encountered as we entered the camp, assigned us our
position, and ordered our tents pitched. Our captain, who was even
worse disciplined than we were, seeing a much more comfortable
camping-place than the muddy one assigned to us, and being a
comfort-loving gentleman, proceeded to lay out a model camp at a
distance of fifty yards from the spot indicated. It was not long
before the colonel particularly wished to consult with that captain,
and after the consultation the volunteer officer was firmly convinced
that all West Point graduates were martinets, with no knowledge
whatever of the courtesies due from one gentleman to another.

We were weary after our long journey, and disposed to welcome the
prospect of rest which our arrival in the camp held out. But resting,
as we soon learned, had small place in our colonel's tactics. We
had been in camp perhaps an hour, when an order came directing that
the company be divided into three parts, each under command of a
lieutenant, and that these report immediately for duty. Reporting, we
were directed to scout through the country around Martinsburg, going
as near the town as possible, and to give battle to any cavalry force
we might meet. Here was a pretty lookout, certainly! Our officers
knew not one inch of the country, and might fall into all sorts of
traps and ambuscades; and what if we should meet a cavalry force
greatly superior to our own? This West Point colonel was rapidly
forfeiting our good opinion. Our lieutenants were brave fellows,
however, and they led us boldly if ignorantly, almost up to the very
gates of the town occupied by the enemy. We saw some cavalry but met
none, their orders not being so peremptorily belligerent, perhaps, as
ours were; wherefore they gave us no chance to fight them. The next
morning our unreasonable colonel again ordered us to mount, in spite
of the fact that there were companies in the camp which had done
nothing at all the day before. This time he led us himself, taking
pains to get us as nearly as possible surrounded by infantry, and
then laughingly telling us that our chance for getting out of the
difficulty, except by cutting our way through, was an exceedingly
small one. I think we began about this time to suspect that we were
learning something, and that this reckless colonel was trying to
teach us. But that he was a hare-brained fellow, lacking the caution
belonging to a commander, we were unanimously agreed. He led us out
of the place at a rapid gait, before the one gap in the enemy's lines
could be closed, and then jauntily led us into one or two other
traps, before taking us back to camp.

But it was not until General Patterson began his feint against
Winchester that our colonel had full opportunity to give us his field
lectures. When the advance began, and our pickets were driven in,
the most natural thing to do, in our view of the situation, was to
fall back upon our infantry supports at Winchester, and I remember
hearing various expressions of doubt as to the colonel's sanity
when, instead of falling back, he marched his handful of men right
up to the advancing lines, and ordered us to dismount. The Federal
skirmish line was coming toward us at a double-quick, and we were
set going toward it at a like rate of speed, leaving our horses
hundreds of yards to the rear. We could see that the skirmishers
alone outnumbered us three or four times, and it really seemed that
our colonel meant to sacrifice his command deliberately. He waited
until the infantry was within about two hundred yards of us, we being
in the edge of a little grove, and they on the other side of an open
field. Then Stuart cried out, "Backwards--march! steady, men,--keep
your faces to the enemy!" and we marched in that way through the
timber, delivering our shot-gun fire slowly as we fell back toward
our horses. Then mounting, with the skirmishers almost upon us, we
retreated, not hurriedly, but at a slow trot, which the colonel
would on no account permit us to change into a gallop. Taking us out
into the main road he halted us in column, with our backs to the
enemy.

"Attention!" he cried. "Now I want to talk to you, men. You are brave
fellows, and patriotic ones too, but you are ignorant of this kind of
work, and I am teaching you. I want you to observe that a good man on
a good horse can never be caught. Another thing: cavalry can _trot_
away from anything, and a gallop is a gait unbecoming a soldier,
unless he is going toward the enemy. Remember that. We gallop toward
the enemy, and trot away, always. Steady now! don't break ranks!"

And as the words left his lips a shell from a battery half a mile to
the rear hissed over our heads.

"There," he resumed. "I've been waiting for that, and watching those
fellows. I knew they'd shoot too high, and I wanted you to learn how
shells sound."

We spent the next day or two literally within the Federal lines. We
were shelled, skirmished with, charged, and surrounded scores of
times, until we learned to hold in high regard our colonel's masterly
skill in getting into and out of perilous positions. He seemed to
blunder into them in sheer recklessness, but in getting out he
showed us the quality of his genius; and before we reached Manassas,
we had learned, among other things, to entertain a feeling closely
akin to worship for our brilliant and daring leader. We had begun
to understand, too, how much force he meant to give to his favorite
dictum that the cavalry is the eye of the army.

His restless activity was one, at least, of the qualities which
enabled him to win the reputation he achieved so rapidly. He could
never be still. He was rarely ever in camp at all, and he never
showed a sign of fatigue. He led almost everything. Even after he
became a general officer, with well-nigh an army of horsemen under
his command, I frequently followed him as my leader in a little party
of half a dozen troopers, who might as well have gone with a sergeant
on the duty assigned them; and once I was his only follower on a
scouting expedition, of which he, a brigadier-general at the time,
was the commander. I had been detailed to do some clerical work at
his head-quarters, and, having finished the task assigned me, was
waiting in the piazza of the house he occupied, for somebody to give
me further orders, when Stuart came out.

"Is that your horse?" he asked, going up to the animal and examining
him minutely.

I replied that he was, and upon being questioned further informed
him that I did not wish to sell my steed. Turning to me suddenly, he
said,--

"Let's slip off on a scout, then; I'll ride your horse and you can
ride mine. I want to try your beast's paces;" and mounting, we
galloped away. Where or how far he intended to go I did not know.
He was enamored of my horse, and rode, I suppose, for the pleasure
of riding an animal which pleased him. We passed outside our picket
line, and then, keeping in the woods, rode within that of the Union
army. Wandering about in a purposeless way, we got a near view of
some of the Federal camps, and finally finding ourselves objects of
attention on the part of some well-mounted cavalry in blue uniforms,
we rode rapidly down a road toward our own lines, our pursuers riding
quite as rapidly immediately behind us.

"General," I cried presently, "there is a Federal picket post on the
road just ahead of us. Had we not better oblique into the woods?"

"Oh no. They won't expect us from this direction, and we can ride
over them before they make up their minds who we are."

Three minutes later we rode at full speed through the corporal's
guard on picket, and were a hundred yards or more away before they
could level a gun at us. Then half a dozen bullets whistled about our
ears, but the cavalier paid no attention to them.

"Did you ever time this horse for a half-mile?" was all he had to say.

Expeditions of this singular sort were by no means uncommon
occurrences with him. I am told by a friend who served on his staff,
that he would frequently take one of his aids and ride away otherwise
unattended into the enemy's lines; and oddly enough this was one of
his ways of making friends with any officer to whom his rough, boyish
ways had given offense. He would take the officer with him, and when
they were alone would throw his arms around his companion, and say,--

"My dear fellow, you mustn't be angry with me,--you know I love you."

His boyishness was always apparent, and the affectionate nature of
the man was hardly less so, even in public. He was especially fond
of children, and I remember seeing him in the crowded waiting-room
of the railroad station at Gordonsville with a babe on each arm; a
great, bearded warrior, with his plumed hat, and with golden spurs
clanking at his heels, engaged in a mad frolic with all the little
people in the room, charging them right and left with the pair of
babies which he had captured from their unknown mothers.

It was on the day of my ride with him that I heard him express his
views of the war and his singular aspiration for himself. It was
almost immediately after General McClellan assumed command of the
army of the Potomac, and while we were rather eagerly expecting him
to attack our strongly fortified position at Centreville. Stuart
was talking with some members of his staff, with whom he had been
wrestling a minute before. He said something about what they could
do by way of amusement when they should go into winter-quarters.

"That is to say," he continued, "if George B. McClellan ever allows
us to go into winter-quarters at all."

"Why, general? Do you think he will advance before spring?" asked one
of the officers.

"Not against Centreville," replied the general. "He has too much
sense for that, and I think he knows the shortest road to Richmond,
too. If I am not greatly mistaken, we shall hear of him presently on
his way up the James River."

In this prediction, as the reader knows, he was right. The
conversation then passed to the question of results.

"I regard it as a foregone conclusion," said Stuart, "that we shall
ultimately whip the Yankees. We are bound to believe that, anyhow;
but the war is going to be a long and terrible one, first. We've only
just begun it, and very few of us will see the end. _All I ask of
fate is that I may be killed leading a cavalry charge._"

The remark was not a boastful or seemingly insincere one. It was
made quietly, cheerfully, almost eagerly, and it impressed me at the
time with the feeling that the man's idea of happiness was what the
French call glory, and that in his eyes there was no glory like that
of dying in one of the tremendous onsets which he knew so well how to
make. His wish was granted, as we know. He received his death-wound
at the head of his troopers.

With those about him he was as affectionate as a woman, and his
little boyish ways are remembered lovingly by those of his military
household whom I have met since the war came to an end. On one
occasion, just after a battle, he handed his coat to a member of his
staff, saying,--

"Try that on, captain, and see how it fits you."

The garment fitted reasonably well, and the general continued,--

"Pull off two of the stars, and wear the coat to the war department,
and tell the people there to make you a major."

The officer did as his chief bade him. Removing two of the three
stars he made the coat a major's uniform, and the captain was
promptly promoted in compliance with Stuart's request.

General Stuart was, without doubt, capable of handling an infantry
command successfully, as he demonstrated at Chancellorsville,
where he took Stonewall Jackson's place and led an army corps in
a very severe engagement; but his special fitness was for cavalry
service. His tastes were those of a horseman. Perpetual activity
was a necessity of his existence, and he enjoyed nothing so much as
danger. Audacity, his greatest virtue as a cavalry commander, would
have been his besetting sin in any other position. Inasmuch as it
is the business of the cavalry to live as constantly as possible
within gunshot of the enemy, his recklessness stood him in excellent
stead as a general of horse, but it is at least questionable whether
his want of caution would not have led to disaster if his command
had been of a less mobile sort. His critics say he was vain, and he
was so, as a boy is. He liked to win the applause of his friends,
and he liked still better to astonish the enemy, glorying in the
thought that his foemen must admire his "impudence," as he called
it, while they dreaded its manifestation. He was continually doing
things of an extravagantly audacious sort, with no other purpose,
seemingly, than that of making people stretch their eyes in wonder.
He enjoyed the admiration of the enemy far more, I think, than he
did that of his friends. This fact was evident in the care he took
to make himself a conspicuous personage in every time of danger.
He would ride at some distance from his men in a skirmish, and in
every possible way attract a dangerous attention to himself. His
slouch hat and long plume marked him in every battle, and made him
a target for the riflemen to shoot at. In all this there was some
vanity, if we choose to call it so, but it was an excellent sort of
vanity for a cavalry chief to cultivate. I cannot learn that he ever
boasted of any achievement, or that his vanity was ever satisfied
with the things already done. His audacity was due, I think, to his
sense of humor, not less than to his love of applause. He would laugh
uproariously over the astonishment he imagined the Federal officers
must feel after one of his peculiarly daring or sublimely impudent
performances. When, after capturing a large number of horses and
mules on one of his raids, he seized a telegraph station and sent a
dispatch to General Meigs, then Quartermaster-General of the United
States army, complaining that he could not afford to come after
animals of so poor a quality, and urging that officer to provide
better ones for capture in future, he enjoyed the joke quite as
heartily as he did the success which made it possible.

The boyishness to which I have referred ran through every part
of his character and every act of his life. His impetuosity in
action, his love of military glory and of the military life, his
occasional waywardness with his friends and his generous affection
for them,--all these were the traits of a great boy, full, to running
over, of impulsive animal life. His audacity, too, which impressed
strangers as the most marked feature of his character, was closely
akin to that disposition which Dickens assures us is common to all
boy-kind, to feel an insane delight in anything which specially
imperils their necks. But the peculiarity showed itself most strongly
in his love of uproarious fun. Almost at the beginning of the war
he managed to surround himself with a number of persons whose
principal qualification for membership of his military household
was their ability to make fun. One of these was a noted banjo-player
and ex-negro minstrel. He played the banjo and sang comic songs to
perfection, and _therefore_ Stuart wanted him. I have known him to
ride with his banjo, playing and singing, even on a march which
might be changed at any moment into a battle; and Stuart's laughter
on such occasions was sure to be heard as an accompaniment as far
as the minstrel's voice could reach. He had another queer character
about him, whose chief recommendation was his grotesque fierceness
of appearance. This was Corporal Hagan, a very giant in frame, with
an abnormal tendency to develop hair. His face was heavily bearded
almost to his eyes, and his voice was as hoarse as distant thunder,
which indeed it closely resembled. Stuart, seeing him in the ranks,
fell in love with his peculiarities of person at once, and had him
detailed for duty at head-quarters, where he made him a corporal,
and gave him charge of the stables. Hagan, whose greatness was
bodily only, was much elated by the attention shown him, and his
person seemed to swell and his voice to grow deeper than ever under
the influence of the newly acquired dignity of chevrons. All this
was amusing, of course, and Stuart's delight was unbounded. The man
remained with him till the time of his death, though not always as a
corporal. In a mad freak of fun one day, the chief recommended his
corporal for promotion, to see, he said, if the giant was capable of
further swelling, and so the corporal became a lieutenant upon the
staff.

With all his other boyish traits, Stuart had an almost child-like
simplicity of character, and the combination of sturdy manhood
with juvenile frankness and womanly tenderness of feeling made him
a study to those who knew him best. His religious feeling was of
that unquestioning, serene sort which rarely exists apart from the
inexperience and the purity of women or children.

While I was serving in South Carolina, I met one evening the general
commanding the military district, and he, upon learning that I had
served with Stuart, spent the entire evening talking of his friend,
for they two had been together in the old army before the war. He
told me many anecdotes of the cavalier, nearly all of which turned
in some way upon the generous boyishness of his character in some
one or other of its phases. He said, among other things, that at
one time, in winter-quarters on the plains of the West I think, he,
Stuart, and another officer (one of those still living who commanded
the army of the Potomac during the war) slept together in one bed,
for several months. Stuart and his brother lieutenant, the general
said, had a quarrel every night about some trifling thing or other,
just as boys will, but when he had made all the petulant speeches
he could, Stuart would lie still a while, and then, passing his arm
around the neck of his comrade, would draw his head to his own breast
and say some affectionate thing which healed all soreness of feeling
and effectually restored the peace. During the evening's conversation
this general formulated his opinion of Stuart's military character in
very striking phrase.

"He is," he said, "the greatest cavalry officer that ever lived. He
has all the dash, daring, and audacity of Murat, and a great deal
more sense." It was his opinion, however, that there were men in
both armies who would come to be known as greater cavalry men than
Stuart, for the reason that Stuart used his men strictly as cavalry,
while others would make dragoons of them. He believed that the nature
of our country was much better adapted to dragoon than to cavalry
service, and hence, while he thought Stuart the best of cavalry
officers, he doubted his ability to stand against such men as
General Sheridan, whose conception of the proper place of the horse
in our war was a more correct one, he thought, than Stuart's. "To the
popular mind," he went on to say, "every soldier who rides a horse
is a cavalry man, and so Stuart will be measured by an incorrect
standard. He will be classed with General Sheridan and measured by
his success or the want of it. General Sheridan is without doubt
the greatest of dragoon commanders, as Stuart is the greatest of
cavalry men; but in this country dragoons are worth a good deal more
than cavalry, and so General Sheridan will probably win the greater
reputation. He will deserve it, too, because behind it is the sound
judgment which tells him what use to make of his horsemen."

It is worthy of remark that all this was said before General Sheridan
had made his reputation as an officer, and I remember that at the
time his name was almost new to me.

From my personal experience and observation of General Stuart, as
well as from the testimony of others, I am disposed to think that
he attributed to every other man qualities and tastes like his own.
Insensible to fatigue himself, he seemed never to understand how a
well man could want rest; and as for hardship, there was nothing,
in his view, which a man ought to enjoy quite so heartily, except
danger. For a period of ten days, beginning before and ending after
the first battle of Bull Run, we were not allowed once to take our
saddles off. Night and day we were in the immediate presence of the
enemy, catching naps when there happened for the moment to be nothing
else to do, standing by our horses while they ate from our hands,
so that we might slip their bridles on again in an instant in the
event of a surprise, and eating such things as chance threw in our
way, there being no rations anywhere within reach. After the battle,
we were kept scouting almost continually for two days. We then
marched to Fairfax Court House, and my company was again sent out in
detachments on scouting expeditions in the neighborhood of Vienna
and Falls Church. We returned to camp at sunset and were immediately
ordered on picket. In the regular course of events we should have
been relieved the next morning, but no relief came, and we were
wholly without food. Another twenty-four hours passed, and still
nobody came to take our place on the picket line. Stuart passed some
of our men, however, and one of them asked him if he knew we had been
on duty ten days, and on picket thirty-six hours without food.

"Oh nonsense!" he replied. "You don't look starved. There's a
cornfield over there; jump the fence and get a good breakfast. You
don't want to go back to camp, I know; it's stupid there, and all the
fun is out here. I never go to camp if I can help it. Besides, I've
kept your company on duty all this time as a compliment. You boys
have acquitted yourselves too well to be neglected now, and I mean to
give you a chance."

We thought this a jest at the time, but we learned afterwards that
Stuart's idea of a supreme compliment to a company was its assignment
to extra hazardous or extra fatiguing duty. If he observed specially
good conduct on the part of a company, squad, or individual, he was
sure to reward it by an immediate order to accompany him upon some
unnecessarily perilous expedition.

His men believed in him heartily, and it was a common saying among
them that "Jeb never says 'Go, boys,' but always 'Come, boys.'" We
felt sure, too, that there was little prospect of excitement on any
expedition of which he was not leader. If the scouting was to be
merely a matter of form, promising nothing in the way of adventure,
he would let us go by ourselves; but if there were prospect of "a
fight or a race," as he expressed it, we were sure to see his long
plume at the head of the column before we had passed outside our own
line of pickets. While we lay in advance of Fairfax Court House,
after Bull Run, Stuart spent more than a month around the extreme
outposts on Mason's and Munson's hills without once coming to the
camp of his command. When he wanted a greater force than he could
safely detail from the companies on picket for the day, he would send
after it, and with details of this kind he lived nearly all the time
between the picket lines of the two armies. The outposts were very
far in advance of the place at which we should have met and fought
the enemy if an advance had been made, and so there was literally
no use whatever in his perpetual scouting, which was kept up merely
because the man could not rest. But aside from the fact that the
cavalry was made up almost exclusively of the young men whose tastes
and habits specially fitted them to enjoy this sort of service,
Stuart's was one of those magnetic natures which always impress their
own likeness upon others, and so it came to be thought a piece of
good luck to be detailed for duty under his personal leadership. The
men liked him and his ways, one of which was the pleasant habit he
had of remembering our names and faces. I heard him say once that he
knew by name not only every man in his old regiment, but every one
also in the first brigade, and as I never knew him to hesitate for a
name, I am disposed to believe that he did not exaggerate his ability
to remember men. This and other like things served to make the men
love him personally, and there can be no doubt that his skill in
winning the affection of his troopers was one of the elements of his
success. Certainly no other man could have got so much hard service
out of men of their sort, without breeding discontent among them.




CHAPTER VI.

LEE, JACKSON, AND SOME LESSER WORTHIES.


The story goes that when Napoleon thanked a private one day for some
small service, giving him the complimentary title of "captain,"
the soldier replied with the question, "In what regiment, sire?"
confident that this kind of recognition from the Little Corporal
meant nothing less than a promotion, in any case; and while
commanders are not ordinarily invested with Napoleon's plenary powers
in such matters, military men are accustomed to value few things
more than the favorable comments of their superiors upon their
achievements or their capacity. And yet a compliment of the very
highest sort, which General Scott paid Robert E. Lee, very nearly
prevented the great Confederate from achieving a reputation at all.
Up to the time of Virginia's secession, Lee was serving at Scott's
head-quarters, and when he resigned and accepted a commission from
the governor of his native State, General Scott, who had already
called him "the flower of the American army," pronounced him the best
organizer in the country, and congratulated himself upon the fact
that the Federal organization was already well under way before Lee
began that of the Southern forces. This opinion, coming from the man
who was recognized as best able to form a judgment on such a subject,
greatly strengthened Lee's hand in the work he was then doing, and
saved him the annoyance of dictation from people less skilled than
he. But it nearly worked his ruin, for all that. The administration
at Richmond was of too narrow a mold to understand that a man could
be a master of more than one thing, and so, recognizing Lee's supreme
ability as an organizer, the government seems to have assumed that
he was good for very little else, and until the summer of 1862 he
was carefully kept out of the way of all great military operations.
When the two centres of strategic interest were at Winchester and
Manassas, General Lee was kept in Western Virginia with a handful of
raw troops, where he could not possibly accomplish anything for the
cause, or even exercise the small share of fighting and strategic
ability which the government was willing to believe he possessed.
When there was no longer any excuse for keeping him there, he was
disinterred, as it were, and reburied in the swamps of the South
Carolina coast.

I saw him for the first time, in Richmond, at the very beginning
of the war, dining with him at the house of a friend. He was then
in the midst of his first popularity. He had begun the work of
organization, and was everywhere recognized as the leader who was
to create an army for us out of the volunteer material. I do not
remember, with any degree of certainty, whether or not we expected
him also to distinguish himself in the field, but as Mr. Davis and
his personal followers were still in Montgomery, it is probable
that the narrowness of their estimate of the chieftain was not yet
shared by anybody in Richmond. Lee was at this time a young-looking,
middle-aged man, with dark hair, dark moustache, and an otherwise
smooth face, and a portrait taken then would hardly be recognized
at all by those who knew him only after the cares and toils of war
had furrowed his face and bleached his hair and beard. He was a
model of manly beauty; large, well made, and graceful. His head was
a noble one, and his countenance told, at a glance, of his high
character and of that perfect balance of faculties, mental, moral,
and physical, which constituted the chief element of his greatness.
There was nothing about him which impressed one more than his eminent
_robustness_, a quality no less marked in his intellect and his
character than in his physical constitution. If his shapely person
suggested a remarkable capacity for endurance, his manner, his
countenance, and his voice quite as strongly hinted at the great
soul which prompted him to take upon himself the responsibility
for the Gettysburg campaign, when the people were loudest in their
denunciations of the government as the author of that ill-timed
undertaking.

I saw him next in South Carolina during the winter of 1861-62. He
was living quietly at a little place called Coosawhatchie, on the
Charleston and Savannah Railroad. He had hardly any staff with him,
and was surrounded with none of the pomp and circumstance of war.
His dress bore no marks of his rank, and hardly indicated even that
he was a military man. He was much given to solitary afternoon
rambles, and came almost every day to the camp of our battery, where
he wandered alone and in total silence around the stables and through
the gun park, much as a farmer curious as to cannon might have done.
Hardly any of the men knew who he was, and one evening a sergeant,
riding in company with a partially deaf teamster, met him in the road
and saluted. The teamster called out to his companion, in a loud
voice, after the manner of deaf people:

"I say, sergeant, who _is_ that durned old fool? He's always a-pokin'
round my hosses just as if he meant to steal one of 'em."

Certainly the honest fellow was not to blame for his failure to
recognize, in the farmer-looking pedestrian, the chieftain who was
shortly to win the greenest laurels the South had to give. During the
following summer General Johnston's "bad habit of getting himself
wounded" served to bring Lee to the front, and from that time till
the end of the war he was the idol of army and people. The faith he
inspired was simply marvelous. We knew very well that he was only a
man, and very few of us would have disputed the abstract proposition
that he was liable to err; but practically we believed nothing of
the kind. Our confidence in his skill and his invincibility was
absolutely unbounded. Our faith in his wisdom and his patriotism was
equally perfect, and from the day on which he escorted McClellan to
his gun-boats till the hour of his surrender at Appomattox, there
was never a time when he might not have usurped all the powers of
government without exciting a murmur. Whatever rank as a commander
history may assign him, it is certain that no military chieftain was
ever more perfect master than he of the hearts of his followers.
When he appeared in the presence of troops he was sometimes cheered
vociferously, but far more frequently his coming was greeted with
a profound silence, which expressed much more truly than cheers
could have done the well-nigh religious reverence with which the men
regarded his person.

General Lee had a sententious way of saying things which made all
his utterances peculiarly forceful. His language was always happily
chosen, and a single sentence from his lips often left nothing
more to be said. As good an example of this as any, perhaps, was
his comment upon the military genius of General Meade. Not very
long after that officer took command of the army of the Potomac, a
skirmish occurred, and none of General Lee's staff officers being
present, an acquaintance of mine was detailed as his personal aid for
the day, and I am indebted to him for the anecdote. Some one asked
our chief what he thought of the new leader on the other side, and in
reply Lee said, "General Meade will commit no blunder in my front,
and if I commit one he will make haste to take advantage of it." It
is difficult to see what more he could have said on the subject.

I saw him for the last time during the war, at Amelia Court House,
in the midst of the final retreat, and I shall never forget the
heart-broken expression his face wore, or the still sadder tones
of his voice as he gave me the instructions I had come to ask. The
army was in utter confusion. It was already evident that we were
being beaten back upon James River and could never hope to reach the
Roanoke, on which stream alone there might be a possibility of making
a stand. General Sheridan was harassing our broken columns at every
step, and destroying us piecemeal. Worse than all, General Lee had
been deserted by the terrified government in the very moment of his
supreme need, and the food had been snatched from the mouths of the
famished troops (as is more fully explained in another chapter) that
the flight of the president and his followers might be hastened.
The load put thus upon Lee's shoulders was a very heavy one for so
conscientious a man as he to bear; and knowing, as every Southerner
does, his habit of taking upon himself all blame for whatever went
awry, we cannot wonder that he was sinking under the burden. His face
was still calm, as it always was, but his carriage was no longer
erect, as his soldiers had been used to see it. The troubles of those
last days had already plowed great furrows in his forehead. His eyes
were red as if with weeping; his cheeks sunken and haggard; his face
colorless. No one who looked upon him then, as he stood there in
full view of the disastrous end, can ever forget the intense agony
written upon his features. And yet he was calm, self-possessed, and
deliberate. Failure and the sufferings of his men grieved him sorely,
but they could not daunt him, and his moral greatness was never
more manifest than during those last terrible days. Even in the
final correspondence with General Grant, Lee's manliness and courage
and ability to endure lie on the surface, and it is not the least
honorable thing in General Grant's history that he showed himself
capable of appreciating the character of this manly foeman, as he did
when he returned Lee's surrendered sword with the remark that he knew
of no one so worthy as its owner to wear it.

After the war the man who had commanded the Southern armies remained
master of all Southern hearts, and there can be no doubt that the
wise advice he gave in reply to the hundreds of letters sent him
prevented many mistakes and much suffering. The young men of the
South were naturally disheartened, and a general exodus to Mexico,
Brazil, and the Argentine Republic was seriously contemplated.
General Lee's advice, "Stay at home, go to work, and hold your land,"
effectually prevented this saddest of all blunders; and his example
was no less efficacious than his words, in recommending a diligent
attention to business as the best possible cure for the evils wrought
by the war.

From the chieftain who commanded our armies to his son and successor
in the presidency of Washington-Lee University, the transition is a
natural one; and, while it is my purpose, in these reminiscences,
to say as little as possible of men still living, I may at least
refer to General G. W. Custis Lee as the only man I ever heard of
who tried to decline a promotion from brigadier to major general,
for the reason that he thought there were others better entitled
than he to the honor. I have it from good authority that President
Davis went in person to young Lee's head-quarters to entreat a
reconsideration of that officer's determination to refuse the honor,
and that he succeeded with difficulty in pressing the promotion
upon the singularly modest gentleman. Whether or not this younger
Lee has inherited his father's military genius we have no means of
knowing, but we are left in no uncertainty as to his possession of
his father's manliness and modesty, and personal worth.

Jackson was always a surprise. Nobody ever understood him, and nobody
has ever been quite able to account for him. The members of his own
staff, of whom I happen to have known one or two intimately, seem
to have failed, quite as completely as the rest of the world, to
penetrate his singular and contradictory character. His biographer,
Mr. John Esten Cooke, read him more perfectly perhaps than any one
else, but even he, in writing of the hero, evidently views him from
the outside. Dr. Dabney, another of Jackson's historians, gives us a
glimpse of the man, in one single aspect of his character, which may
be a clew to the whole. He says there are three kinds of courage,
of which two only are bravery. These three varieties of courage are,
first, that of the man who is simply insensible of danger; second,
that of men who, understanding, appreciating, and fearing danger,
meet it boldly nevertheless, from motives of pride; and third, the
courage of men keenly alive to danger, who face it simply from a high
sense of duty.[2] Of this latter kind, the biographer tells us, was
Jackson's courage, and certainly there can be no better clew to his
character than this. Whatever other mysteries there may have been
about the man, it is clear that his well-nigh morbid devotion to duty
was his ruling characteristic.

But nobody ever understood him fully, and he was a perpetual surprise
to friend and foe alike. The cadets and the graduates of the Virginia
Military Institute, who had known him as a professor there, held him
in small esteem at the outset. I talked with many of them, and found
no dissent whatever from the opinion that General Gilham and General
Smith were the great men of the institute, and that Jackson, whom
they irreverently nicknamed Tom Fool Jackson, could never be anything
more than a martinet colonel, half soldier and half preacher. They
were unanimous in prophesying his greatness after the fact, but of
the two or three score with whom I talked on the subject at the
beginning of the war, not one even suspected its possibility until
after he had won his _sobriquet_ "Stonewall" at Manassas.

It is natural enough that such a man should be credited in the end
with qualities which he did not possess, and that much of the praise
awarded him should be improperly placed; and in his case this seems
to have been the fact. He is much more frequently spoken of as the
great marcher than as the great fighter of the Confederate armies,
and it is commonly said that he had an especial genius for being
always on time. And yet General Lee himself said in the presence of
a distinguished officer from whose lips I heard it, that Jackson was
by no means so rapid a marcher as Longstreet, and that he had an
unfortunate habit of _never being on time_. Without doubt he was,
next to Lee, the greatest military genius we had, and his system of
grand tactics was more Napoleonic than was that of any other officer
on either side; but it would appear from this that while he has not
been praised beyond his deserving, he has at least been commended
mistakenly.

The affection his soldiers bore him has always been an enigma.
He was stern and hard as a disciplinarian, cold in his manner,
unprepossessing in appearance, and utterly lacking in the apparent
enthusiasm which excites enthusiasm in others. He had never been
able to win the affection of the cadets at Lexington, and had hardly
won even their respect. And yet his soldiers almost worshiped him.
Perhaps it was because he was so terribly in earnest, or it may have
been because he was so generally successful,--for there are few
things men admire more than success,--but whatever the cause was, no
fact could be more evident than that Stonewall Jackson was the most
enthusiastically loved man, except Lee, in the Confederate service,
and that he shared with Lee the generous admiration even of his foes.
His strong religious bent, his devotion to a form of religion the
most gloomy,--for his Calvinism amounted to very little less than
fatalism, and his men called him "old blue-light,"--his strictness
of life, and his utter lack of vivacity and humor, would have been
an impassable barrier between any other man and such troops as he
commanded. He was Cromwell at the head of an army composed of men
of the world, and there would seem to have been nothing in common
between him and them; and yet Cromwell's psalm-singing followers
never held their chief in higher regard or heartier affection than
that with which these rollicking young planters cherished their
sad-eyed and sober-faced leader. They even rejoiced in his extreme
religiosity, and held it in some sort a work of supererogation,
sufficient to atone for their own worldly-mindedness. They were never
more devoted to him than when transgressing the very principles upon
which his life was ordered; and when any of his men indulged in
dram-drinking, a practice from which he always rigidly abstained,
his health was sure to be the first toast given. On one occasion,
a soldier who had imbibed enthusiasm with his whisky, feeling the
inadequacy of the devotion shown by drinking to an absent chief,
marched, canteen in hand, to Jackson's tent, and gaining admission
proposed as a sentiment, "Here's to you, general! May I live to see
you stand on the highest pinnacle of Mount Ararat, and hear you give
the command, 'By the right of nations front into empires,--worlds,
right face!'"

I should not venture to relate this anecdote at all, did I not get it
at first hands from an officer who was present at the time. It will
serve, at least, to show the sentiments of extravagant admiration
with which Jackson's men regarded him, whether it shall be sufficient
to bring a smile to the reader's lips or not.

The first time I ever saw General Ewell, I narrowly missed making it
impossible that there should ever be a _General_ Ewell at all. He
was a colonel then, and was in command of the camp of instruction at
Ashland. I was posted as a sentinel, and my orders were peremptory
to permit nobody to ride through the gate at which I was stationed.
Colonel Ewell, dressed in a rough citizen's suit, without side-arms
or other insignia of military rank, undertook to pass the forbidden
portal. I commanded him to halt, but he cursed me instead, and
attempted to ride over me. Drawing my pistol, cocking it, and placing
its muzzle against his breast, I replied with more of vigor than
courtesy in my speech, and forced him back, threatening and firmly
intending to pull my trigger if he should resist in the least. He
yielded himself to arrest, and I called the officer of the guard.
Ewell was livid with rage, and ordered the officer to place me in
irons at once, uttering maledictions upon me which it would not do to
repeat here. The officer of the guard was a manly fellow, however,
and refused even to remove me from the post.

"The sentinel has done only his duty," he replied, "and if he had
shot you, Colonel Ewell, you would have had only yourself to blame.
I have here your written order that the sentinels at this gate shall
allow nobody to pass through it on horseback, on any pretense
whatever; and yet you come in citizen's clothes, a stranger to the
guard, and try to ride him down when he insists upon obeying the
orders you have given him."

The sequel to the occurrence proved that, in spite of his infirm
temper, Ewell was capable of being a just man, as he certainly was
a brave one. He sent for me a little later, when he received his
commission as a brigadier, and apologizing for the indignity with
which he had treated me, offered me a desirable place upon his staff,
which, with a still rankling sense of the injustice he had done me, I
declined to accept.

General Ewell was at this time the most violently and elaborately
profane man I ever knew. Elaborately, I say, because his profanity
did not consist of single or even double oaths, but was ingeniously
wrought into whole sentences. It was profanity which might be
parsed, and seemed the result of careful study and long practice.
Later in the war he became a religious man, but before that time
his genius for swearing was phenomenal. An anecdote is told of
him, for the truth of which I cannot vouch, but which certainly
is sufficiently characteristic to be true. It is said that on one
occasion, the firing having become unusually heavy, a chaplain who
had labored to convert the general, or at least to correct the
aggressive character of his wickedness, remarked that as he could
be of no service where he was, he would seek a less exposed place,
whereupon Ewell remarked:

"Why, chaplain, you're the most inconsistent man I ever saw. You say
you're anxious to get to heaven above all things, and now that you've
got the best chance you ever had to go, you run away from it just as
if you'd rather not make the trip, after all."

I saw nothing of General Ewell after he left Ashland, early in
the summer of 1861, until I met him in the winter of 1864-65. Some
enormous rifled guns had been mounted at Chaffin's Bluff, below
Richmond, and I went from my camp near by to see them tested. General
Ewell was present, and while the firing was in progress he received
a dispatch saying that the Confederates had been victorious in an
engagement between Mackey's Point and Pocotaligo. As no State was
mentioned in the dispatch, and the places named were obscure ones,
General Ewell was unable to guess in what part of the country the
action had been fought. He read the dispatch aloud, and asked if any
one present could tell him where Mackey's Point and Pocotaligo were.
Having served for a considerable time on the coast of South Carolina,
I was able to give him the information he sought. When I had finished
he looked at me intently for a moment, and then asked, "Aren't you
the man who came so near shooting me at Ashland?"

I replied that I was.

"I'm very glad you didn't do it," he said.

"So am I," I replied; and that was all that was said on either side.

The queerest of all the military men I met or saw during the war was
General W. H. H. Walker, of Georgia. I saw very little of him, but
that little impressed me strongly. He was a peculiarly belligerent
man, and if he could have been kept always in battle he would have
been able doubtless to keep the peace as regarded his fellows and his
superiors. As certain periods of inaction are necessary in all wars,
however, General Walker was forced to maintain a state of hostility
toward those around and above him. During the first campaign he got
into a newspaper war with the president and Mr. Benjamin, in which
he handled both of those gentlemen rather roughly, but failing
to move them from the position they had taken with regard to his
promotion,--that being the matter in dispute,--he resigned his
commission, and took service as a brigadier-general under authority
of the governor of Georgia. In this capacity he was at one time in
command of the city of Savannah, and it was there that I saw him for
the first and only time, just before the reduction of Fort Pulaski by
General Gilmore. The reading-room of the Pulaski House was crowded
with guests of the hotel and evening loungers from the city, when
General Walker came in. He at once began to talk, not so much to the
one or two gentlemen with whom he had just shaken hands, as to the
room full of strangers and the public generally. He spoke in a loud
voice and with the tone and manner of a bully and a braggart, which I
am told he was not at all.

"You people are very brave at arms-length," he said, "provided it is
a good long arms-length. You aren't a bit afraid of the shells fired
at Fort Pulaski, and you talk as boldly as Falstaff over his sack,
now. But what will you do when the Yankee gun-boats come up the river
and begin to throw hot shot into Savannah? I know what you'll do.
You'll get dreadfully uneasy about your plate-glass mirrors and your
fine furniture; and I give you fair warning now that if you want to
save your mahogany you'd better be carting it off up country at once,
for I'll never surrender anything more than the ashes of Savannah.
I'll stay here, and I'll keep you here, till every shingle burns and
every brick gets knocked into bits the size of my thumb-nail, and
then I'll send the Yankees word that there isn't any Savannah to
surrender. Now I mean this, every word of it. But you don't believe
it, and the first time a gun-boat comes in sight you'll all come
to me and say, 'General, we can't fight gun-boats with any hope of
success,--don't you think we'd better surrender?' Do you know what
I'll do then? I've had a convenient limb trimmed up, on the tree in
front of my head-quarters, and I'll string up every man that dares
say surrender, or anything else beginning with an _s_."

And so he went on for an hour or more, greatly to the amusement of
the crowd. I am told by those who knew him best that his statement of
his purposes was probably not an exaggerated one, and that if he had
been charged with the defense of the city against a hostile fleet,
he would have made just such a resolute resistance as that which he
promised. His courage and endurance had been abundantly proved in
Mexico, at any rate, and nobody who knew him ever doubted either.

Another queer character, though in a very different way, was General
Ripley, who for a long time commanded the city of Charleston. He was
portly in person, of commanding and almost pompous presence, and
yet, when one came to know him, was as easy and unassuming in manner
as if he had not been a brigadier-general at all. I had occasion
to call upon him officially, a number of times, and this afforded
me an excellent opportunity to study his character and manners. On
the morning after the armament of Fort Ripley was carried out to
the Federal fleet by the crew of the vessel on which it had been
placed, I spent an hour or two in General Ripley's head-quarters,
waiting for something or other, though I have quite forgotten what. I
amused myself looking through his telescope at objects in the harbor.
Presently I saw a ship's launch, bearing a white flag, approach Fort
Sumter. I mentioned the matter to my companion, and General Ripley,
overhearing the remark, came quickly to the glass. A moment later he
said to his signal operator,--

"Tell Fort Sumter if that's a Yankee boat to burst her wide open,
flag or no flag." The message had no sooner gone, however, than it
was recalled, and instructions more in accordance with the rules of
civilized warfare substituted.

General Ripley stood less upon rule and held red tape in smaller
regard than any other brigadier I ever met. My company was at that
time an independent battery, belonging to no battalion and subject
to no intermediate authority between that of its captain and that
of the commanding general. It had but two commissioned officers on
duty, and I, as its sergeant-major, acted as a sort of adjutant,
making my reports directly to General Ripley's head-quarters. One day
I reported the fact that a large part of our harness was unfit for
further use.

"Well, why don't you call a board of survey and have it condemned?"
he asked.

"How can we, general? We do not belong to any battalion, and so have
nobody to call the board or to compose it, either."

"Let your captain call it then, and put your own officers on it."

"But we have only one officer, general, besides the captain, and
there must be three on the board, while the officer calling it cannot
be one of them."

"Oh, the deuce!" he replied. "What's the difference? The harness
ain't fit for use and there's plenty of new in the arsenal. Let
your captain call a board consisting of the lieutenant and you and
a sergeant. It ain't legal, of course, to put any but commissioned
officers on, but I tell you to do it, and one pair of shoulder-straps
is worth more now than a court-house full of habeas corpuses. Write
'sergeant' so that nobody can read it, and I'll make my clerks
mistake it for 'lieutenant' in copying. Get your board together,
go on to say that after a due examination, and all that, the board
respectfully reports that it finds the said harness not worth a damn,
or words to that effect; send in your report and I'll approve it, and
you'll have a new set of harness in three days. What's the use of
pottering around with technicalities when the efficiency of a battery
is at stake? We're not lawyers, but soldiers."

The speech was a peculiarly characteristic one, and throughout his
administration of affairs in Charleston, General Ripley showed this
disposition to promote the good of the service at the expense of
routine. He was not a good martinet, but he was a brave, earnest man
and a fine officer, of a sort of which no army can have too many.


FOOTNOTE:

[2] As I have no copy of Dr. Dabney's work by me, and have seen none
for about ten years, I cannot pretend to quote the passage; but I
have given its substance in my own words.




CHAPTER VII.

SOME QUEER PEOPLE.


Generals would be of small worth, indeed, if there were no lesser
folk than they in service, and the interesting people one meets in
an army do not all wear sashes, by any means. The composition of the
battery in which I served for a considerable time afforded me an
opportunity to study some rare characters, of a sort not often met
with in ordinary life, and as these men interested me beyond measure,
I have a mind to sketch a few of them here in the hope that their
oddities may prove equally entertaining to my readers.

In the late autumn of 1861, after a summer with Stuart,
circumstances, with an explanation of which it is not necessary
now to detain the reader, led me to seek a transfer to a light
battery, in which I was almost an entire stranger. When I joined
this new command, the men were in a state of partial mutiny, the
result of a failure to receive their pay and clothing allowance.
The trouble was that there was no one in the battery possessed of
sufficient clerical skill to make out a proper muster and pay roll.
Several efforts had been made, but to no purpose, and when I arrived
the camp was in a state of turmoil. The men were for the most part
illiterate mountaineers, and no explanations which the officers were
able to give served to disabuse their minds of the thought that
they were being swindled in some way. Learning what the difficulty
was, I volunteered my services for the clerical work required, and
two hours after my arrival I had the pleasure of paying off the men
and restoring peace to the camp. Straightway the captain made me
sergeant-major, and the men wanted to make me captain. The popularity
won thus in the outset served me many a good turn, not the least
of which I count the opportunity it gave me to study the characters
of the men, whose confidant and adviser I became in all matters of
difficulty. I deciphered the letters they received from home and
wrote replies from their dictation, and there were parts of this
correspondence which would make my fortune as a humorous writer, if I
could reproduce here the letters received now and then.

The men, as I have said, were for the most part illiterate
mountaineers, with just a sufficient number of educated gentlemen
among them (mostly officers and non-commissioned officers) to join
each other in a laugh at the oddity of the daily life in the camp.
The captain had been ambitious at one time of so increasing the
company as to make a battalion of it, and to that end had sought
recruits in all quarters. Among others he had enlisted seven genuine
ruffians whom he had found in a Richmond jail, and who enlisted for
the sake of a release from durance. These men formed a little clique
by themselves, a sort of miniature New York sixth ward society, which
afforded me a singularly interesting social study, of a kind rarely
met with by any but home missionaries and police authorities. There
were enough of them to form a distinct criminal class, so that I
had opportunity to study their life as a whole, and not merely the
phenomena presented by isolated specimens.

All of these seven men had seen service somewhere, and except as
regarded turbulence and utter unmanageability they were excellent
soldiers. Jack Delaney, or "one-eyed Jack Delaney," as he was
commonly called, was a tall, muscular, powerful fellow, who had
lost an eye in a street fight, and was quite prepared to sacrifice
the other in the same way at any moment. Tommy Martin was smaller
and plumper than Jack, but not one whit less muscular or less
desperately belligerent. Tim Considine was simply a beauty. He was
not more than twenty-one years of age, well-built, with a fair,
pearly, pink and white complexion, regular features, exquisite
eyes, and a singularly shapely and well-poised head. His face on
any woman's shoulders would have made her a beauty and a belle in
a Brooklyn drawing-room. I group these three together because they
are associated with each other in my mind. They messed together, and
occupied one tent. Never a day passed which brought with it no battle
royal between two or all three of them. These gentlemen,--for that
is what they uniformly called themselves, though they pronounced
the word "gints,"--were born in Baltimore. I have their word for
this, else I should never have suspected the fact. Their names were
of Hibernian mold. They spoke the English language with as pretty a
brogue as ever echoed among the hills of Galway. They were much given
to such expletives as "faith" and "be me sowl," and "be jabers," and
moreover they were always "afther" doing something; but they were
born in Baltimore, nevertheless, for they solemnly told me so.

I am wholly unable to give the reader any connected account of the
adventures and life struggles through which these men had passed, for
the reason that I was never able to win their full and unreserved
confidence; but I caught glimpses of their past, here and there, from
which I think it safe to assume that their personal histories had
been of a dramatic, not to say of a sensational sort. My battery was
sent one day to Bee's Creek, on the South Carolina coast, to meet an
anticipated advance of the enemy. No enemy came, however, and we lay
there on the sand, under a scorching sub-tropical sun, in a swarm of
sand-flies so dense that many of our horses died of their stings,
while neither sleep nor rest was possible to the men. A gun-boat
lay just out of reach beyond a point in the inlet, annoying us by
throwing at us an occasional shell of about the size and shape of a
street lamp. Having a book with me I sought a place under a caisson
for the sake of the shade, and spent an hour or two in reading. While
I was there, Jack Delaney and Tommy Martin, knowing nothing of my
presence, took seats on the ammunition chests, and fell to talking.

"An' faith, Tommy," said Jack, "an' it isn't this sort of foightin'
I'm afther loikin' at all, bad luck to it."

"An' will ye tell me, Jack," said his companion, "what sort of
foightin' it is, ye loikes?"

"Ah, Tommy, it's mesilf that loikes the raal foightin'. Give me an
open sea, an' _close quarthers_, an' a _black flag_, Tommy, an'
that's the sort of foightin' I'm afther 'oikin', sure."

"A-an' I believe it's a poirate ye are, Jack."

"You're roight, Tommy; it's a poirate I am, ivery inch o' me!"

Here was a glimpse of the man's character which proved also a hint of
his life story, as I afterwards learned. He had been a pirate, and
an English court, discovering the fact, had "ordered his funeral,"
as he phrased it, but by some means or other he had secured a pardon
on condition of his enlistment in the British navy, from which he
had deserted at the first opportunity. Jack was very much devoted to
his friends, and especially to those above him in social or military
rank; and a more loyal fellow I never knew. The captain of the
battery and I were tent mates and mess mates, and although we kept
a competent negro servant, Jack insisted upon blacking our boots,
stretching our tent, brushing our clothes, looking after our fire,
and doing a hundred other services of the sort, for which he could
never be persuaded to accept compensation of any kind.

When we arrived in Charleston for the first time, on our way to the
post assigned us at Coosawhatchie, we were obliged to remain a whole
day in the city, awaiting transportation. Knowing the temper of our
"criminal class," we were obliged to confine all the men strictly
within camp boundaries, lest our Baltimore Irishmen and their fellows
should get drunk and give us trouble. We peremptorily refused to let
any of the men pass the line of sentinels, but Jack Delaney, being
in sad need of a pair of boots, was permitted to go into the city in
company with the captain. That officer guarded him carefully, and as
they were returning to camp the captain, thinking that there could
be no danger in allowing the man one dram, invited him to drink at a
hotel counter.

"Give us your very best whisky," he said to the man behind the bar;
whereupon that functionary placed a decanter and two glasses before
them.

Jack's one eye flashed fire instantly, and jumping upon the counter
he screamed, "What d'ye mean, ye bloody spalpeen, by insultin' me
captain in that way? I'll teach ye your manners, ye haythen." The
captain could not guess the meaning of the Irishman's wrath, but he
interfered for the protection of the frightened servitor, and asked
Jack what he meant.

"What do I mean? An' sure an' I mean to break his bit of a head,
savin' your presence, captain. I'll teach him not to insult me
captain before me very eyes, by givin' him the same bottle he gives
Jack Delaney to drink out of. An' sure an' me moother learnt me
betther manners nor to presume to drink from the same bottle with me
betthers."

The captain saved the bar-tender from the effects of Jack's wrath,
but failed utterly to convince that well-bred Irish gentleman that no
offense against good manners had been committed. He refused to drink
from the "captain's bottle," and a separate decanter was provided
for him.

On another occasion Jack went with one of the officers to a tailor's
shop, and, without apparent cause, knocked the knight of the shears
down and was proceeding to beat him, when the officer commanded him
to desist.

"An' sure if your honor says he's had enough, I'll quit, but I'd
loike to murdher him."

Upon being questioned as to the cause of his singular behavior, he
explained that the tailor had shown unpardonably bad manners by
keeping his hat on his head while taking the lieutenant's measure.

These men were afraid of nothing and respected nothing but rank; but
their regard for that was sufficiently exaggerated perhaps to atone
for their short-comings in other respects. A single chevron on a
man's sleeve made them at once his obedient servants, and never once,
even in their cups, did they resist constituted authority, directly
asserted. For general rules they had no respect whatever. Anything
which assumed the form of law they violated as a matter of course, if
not, as I suspect, as a matter of conscience; but the direct command
of even a corporal was held binding always. Jack Delaney, who never
disobeyed any order delivered to him in person, used to swim the
Ashley River every night, at imminent risk of being eaten by sharks,
chiefly because it was a positive violation of orders to cross at all
from our camp on Wappoo Creek to Charleston.

Tommy Martin and Tim Considine were bosom friends, and inseparable
companions. They fought each other frequently, but these little
episodes worked no ill to their friendship. One day they quarreled
about something, and Considine, drawing a huge knife from his belt,
rushed upon Martin with evident murderous intent. Martin, planting
himself firmly, dealt his antagonist a blow exactly between the
eyes, which laid him at full length on the ground. I ran at once to
command the peace, but before I got to the scene of action I heard
Considine call out, from his supine position,--

"Bully for you, Tommy! I niver knew a blow better delivered in me
loife!" And that ended the dispute.

One night, after taps, a fearful hubbub arose in the Irish quarter of
the camp, and running to the place, the captain, a corporal, and I
managed to separate the combatants; but as Jack Delaney had a great
butcher knife in his hands with which it appeared he had already
severely cut another Irishman, Dan Gorman by name, we thought it best
to bind him with a prolonge. He submitted readily, lying down on the
ground to be tied. While we were drawing the rope around him, Gorman,
a giant in size and strength, leaned over us and dashed a brick with
all his force into the prostrate man's face. Had it struck his skull
it must have killed him instantly, as indeed we supposed for a time
that it had.

"What do you mean by that, sir?" asked the captain, seizing Gorman by
the collar.

Pointing to a fearful gash in his own neck, the man replied,--

"Don't ye see I'm a dead man, captain? An' sure an' _do ye think I'm
goin' to hell widout me pardner_?"

The tone of voice in which the question was asked clearly indicated
that in his view nothing could possibly be more utterly preposterous
than such a supposition.

Charley Lear belonged to this party, though he was not a Celt, but
an Englishman. Charley was a tailor by trade and a desperado in
practice. He had kept a bar in Vicksburg, had dug gold in California,
and had "roughed it" in various other parts of the world. His was
a scarred breast, showing seven knife thrusts and the marks of two
bullets, one of which had passed entirely through him. And yet he
was in perfect health and strength. He was a man of considerable
intelligence and fair education, whose association with ruffians
was altogether a matter of choice. He was in no sense a criminal, I
think, and while I knew him, at least, was perfectly peaceful. But he
liked rough company and sought it diligently, taking the consequences
when they came. He professed great regard and even affection for me,
because I had done him a rather important service once.

Finding it impossible to govern these men without subjecting the
rest of the company to a much severer discipline than was otherwise
necessary or desirable, we secured the transfer of our ruffians to
another command in the fall of 1862, and I saw no more of any of
them until after the close of the war. I went into a tailor's shop
in Memphis one day, during the winter of 1865-66, to order a suit of
clothing. After selecting the goods I was asked to step up-stairs
to be measured. While the cutter was using his tape upon me, one of
the journeymen on the great bench at the end of the room suddenly
dropped his work, and, bounding forward, literally clasped me in his
arms, giving me a hug which a grizzly bear might be proud of. It was
Charley Lear, of course, and I had the utmost difficulty in refusing
his offer to pay for the goods and make my clothes himself without
charge.

Our assortment of queer people was a varied one, and among the
rest there were two ex-circus actors, Jack Hawkins and Colonel
Denton, to wit. Hawkins was an inoffensive and even a timid fellow,
whose delight it was to sing bold robber songs in the metallic
voice peculiar to vocalists of the circus. There was something
inexpressibly ludicrous in the contrast between the bloody-mindedness
of his songs and the gentle shyness and timidity of the man who
sang them. Everybody domineered over him, and he was especially
oppressed in the presence of our other ex-clown, whose assumption
of superior wisdom and experience often overpowered stronger men
than poor John Hawkins ever was. Denton was one of those men who
are sure, in one way or another, to become either "colonel" or
"judge." He was sixty-five years old when I first knew him, and had
been "the colonel" longer than anybody could remember. He was of
good parentage, and until he ran away with a circus at the age of
eleven had lived among genteel people. His appearance and manner
were imposing always, and never more so than when he was drunk. He
buttoned his coat with the air of a man who is about to ride over
broad ancestral acres, and ate his dinner, whatever it might consist
of, with all the dignity of a host who does his guests great honor
in entertaining them. He was an epicure in his tastes, of course,
and delighted to describe peculiarly well-prepared dinners which he
said he had eaten in company with especially distinguished gentlemen.
He was an expert, too, he claimed, in the preparation of salads and
the other arts of a like nature in which fine gentlemen like to
excel even professional cooks. When rations happened to be more than
ordinarily limited in quantity or worse than usual in quality, Denton
was sure to visit various messes while they were at dinner, and
regale them with a highly wrought description of an imaginary feast
from which he would profess to have risen ten minutes before.

"You ought to have dined with me to-day," he would say. "I had a
deviled leg of turkey, and some beautiful broiled oysters with
Spanish olives. I never eat broiled oysters without olives. You try
it sometime, and you'll never regret it. Then I had a stuffed wild
goose's liver. Did you ever eat one? Well, you don't know what a
real titbit is, then. Not stuffed in the ordinary way, but stuffed
scientifically and cooked in a way you never saw it done before."
And thus he would go on, naming impossible viands and describing
preposterous processes of cookery, until "cooked in a way you never
saw it done before" became a proverb in the camp. The old sinner
would do all this on an empty stomach too, and I sometimes fancied he
found in the delights of his imaginary banquets some compensation for
the short rations and hard fare of his actual experience.

He was in his glory, however, only when he was away from camp and
among strangers. He always managed to impress people who didn't know
him with his great wealth and prominence. I overheard him once, in
the office of the Charleston Hotel, inviting some gentlemen to visit
and dine with him.

"Come out this evening," he said, "to my place in Charleston Neck,
and take a bachelor dinner with me. I've just got some duck from
Virginia,--canvas-back, you know,--and my steward will be sure to
have something else good on hand. I've got some good madeira too,
that I imported myself. Now you'll not disappoint me, will you? And
after dinner we'll have a turn at billiards: I've just had my tables
overhauled. But you'll have to excuse me long enough now for me to
ride down and tell the major to take care of things in camp till
morning."

And with that he gave them an address in the aristocratic quarter
of Charleston, leaving them to meditate upon the good luck they had
fallen upon in meeting this wealthy and hospitable "colonel."

Denton was an inveterate gambler, and was in the habit of winning a
good deal of money from the men after pay-day. One day he gave some
sound advice to a young man from whom he had just taken a watch in
settlement of a score.

"Now let me give you some advice, Bill," he said. "I've seen a good
deal of this kind of thing, and I know what I'm talking about. You
play fair now, and you always lose. You'll win after a while if you
keep on, but I tell you, Bill, nobody ever can win at cards without
cheating. You'll cheat a little after a while, and you'll cheat a
good deal before you've done with it. You'd better quit now, while
you're honest, because you'll cheat if you keep on, and when a man
cheats at cards he'll steal, Bill. _I speak from experience._" All
of which impressed me as a singularly frank confession under the
circumstances.

Among other odd specimens we had in our battery the most ingenious
malingerer I ever heard of. He was in service four years, drew his
pay regularly, was of robust frame and in perfect health always,
and yet during the whole time he was never off the sick-list for a
single day. His capacity to endure contempt was wholly unlimited,
else he would have been shamed by the gibes of the men, the sneers
of the surgeons, and the denunciations of the officers, into some
show, at least, of a disposition to do duty. He spent the greater
part of his time in hospital, never staying in camp a moment longer
than he was obliged to do. When discharged, as a well man, from one
hospital, he would start toward his command, and continue in that
direction till he came to another infirmary, when he would have a
relapse at once, and gain admission there. Discharged again he would
repeat the process at the next hospital, and one day near the end
of the war he counted up something like a hundred different post
and general hospitals of which he had been an inmate, while he had
been admitted to some of them more than half a dozen times each. The
surgeons resorted to a variety of expedients by which to get rid
of him. They burned his back with hot coppers; gave him the most
nauseous mixtures; put him on the lowest possible diet; treated him
to cold shower-baths four or five times daily; and did everything
else they could think of to drive him from the hospitals, but all to
no purpose. In camp it was much the same. On the morning after his
arrival from hospital he would wake up with some totally new ache,
and report himself upon the sick-list. There was no way by which to
conquer his obstinacy, and, as I have said, he escaped duty to the
last.

Another curious case, and one which is less easily explained, was
that of a much more intelligent man, who for more than a year feigned
every conceivable disease, in the hope that he might be discharged
the service. One or two of us amused ourselves with his case, by
mentioning in his presence the symptoms of some disease of which he
had never heard, the surgeon furnishing us the necessary information,
and in every case he had the disease within less than twenty-four
hours. Finally, and this was the oddest part of the matter, he gave
up the attempt, recovered his health suddenly, and became one of
the very best soldiers in the battery, a man always ready for duty,
and always faithful in its discharge. He was made a corporal and
afterwards a sergeant, and there was no better in the battery.




CHAPTER VIII.

RED TAPE.


The history of the Confederacy, when it shall be fully and fairly
written, will appear the story of a dream to those who shall read it,
and there are parts of it at least which already seem a nightmare to
those of us who helped make it. Founded upon a constitution which
jealously withheld from it nearly all the powers of government,
without even the poor privilege of existing beyond the moment when
some one of the States composing it should see fit to put it to
death, the Richmond government nevertheless grew speedily into a
despotism, and for four years wielded absolute power over an obedient
and uncomplaining people. It tolerated no questioning, brooked no
resistance, listened to no remonstrance. It levied taxes of an
extraordinary kind upon a people already impoverished almost to the
point of starvation. It made of every man a soldier, and extended
indefinitely every man's term of enlistment. Under pretense of
enforcing the conscription law it established an oppressive system
of domiciliary visits. To preserve order and prevent desertion it
instituted and maintained a system of guards and passports, not
less obnoxious, certainly, than the worst thing of the sort ever
devised by the most paternal of despotisms. In short, a government
constitutionally weak beyond all precedent was able for four years
to exercise in a particularly offensive way all the powers of
absolutism, and that, too, over a people who had been living under
republican rule for generations. That such a thing was possible seems
at the first glance a marvel, but the reasons for it are not far
to seek. Despotisms usually ground themselves upon the theories of
extreme democracy, for one thing, and in this case the consciousness
of the power to dissolve and destroy the government at will made the
people tolerant of its encroachments upon personal and State rights;
the more especially, as the presiding genius of the despotism was
the man who had refused a promotion to the rank of brigadier-general
of volunteers during the Mexican war, on the ground that the general
government could not grant such a commission without violating the
rights of a State. The despotism of a government presided over by
a man so devoted as he to State rights seemed less dangerous than
it might otherwise have appeared. His theory was so excellent that
people pardoned his practice. It is of some parts of that practice
that we shall speak in the present chapter.

Nothing could possibly be idler than speculation upon what might have
been accomplished with the resources of the South if they had been
properly economized and wisely used. And yet every Southern man must
feel tempted to indulge in some such speculation whenever he thinks
of the subject at all, and remembers, as he must, how shamefully
those resources were wasted and how clumsily they were handled in
every attempt to use them in the prosecution of the war. The army
was composed, as we have seen in a previous chapter, of excellent
material; and under the influence of field service it soon became a
very efficient body of well-drilled and well-disciplined men. The
skill of its leaders is matter of history, too well known to need
comment here. But the government controlling army and leaders was
both passively and actively incompetent in a surprising degree. It
did, as nearly as possible, _all_ those things which it ought not to
have done, at the same time developing a really marvelous genius for
leaving undone those things which it ought to have done. The story
of its incompetence and its presumption, if it could be adequately
told, would read like a romance. Its weakness paralyzed the army and
people, and its weakness was the less hurtful side of its character.
Its full capacity for ill was best seen in the extraordinary strength
it developed whenever action of a wrong-headed sort could work
disaster, and the only wonder is that with such an administration at
its back the Confederate army was able to keep the field at all. I
have already had occasion to explain that the sentiment of the South
made it the duty of every man who could bear arms to go straight to
the front and to stay there. The acceptance of any less actively
military position than that of a soldier in the field was held to be
little less than a confession of cowardice; and cowardice, in the
eyes of the Southerners, is the one sin which may not be pardoned
either in this world or the next. The strength of this sentiment it
is difficult for anybody who did not live in its midst to conceive,
and its effect was to make worthy men spurn everything like civic
position. To go where the bullets were whistling was the one course
open to gentlemen who held their honor sacred and their reputation
dear. And so the offices in Richmond and elsewhere, the bureaus of
every sort, on the proper conduct of which so much depended, were
filled with men willing to be sneered at as dwellers in "bomb-proofs"
and holders of "life insurance policies."

Nor were the petty clerkships the only positions which brought odium
upon their incumbents. If an able-bodied man accepted even a seat
in Congress, he did so at peril of his reputation for patriotism
and courage, and very many of the men whose wisdom was most needed
in that body positively refused to go there at the risk of losing
a chance to be present with their regiments in battle. Under the
circumstances, no great degree of strength or wisdom was to be looked
for at the hands of Congress, and certainly that assemblage of
gentlemen has never been suspected of showing much of either; while
the administrative machinery presided over by the small officials and
clerks who crowded Richmond was at once a wonder of complication and
a marvel of inefficiency.

But, if we may believe the testimony of those who were in position to
know the facts, the grand master of incapacity, whose hand was felt
everywhere, was President Davis himself. Not content with perpetually
meddling in the smallest matters of detail, and prescribing the petty
routine of office work in the bureau, he interfered, either directly
or through his personal subordinates, with military operations which
no man, not present with the army, could be competent to control,
and which he, probably, was incapable of justly comprehending in
any case. With the history of his quarrels with the generals in the
field, and the paralyzing effect they had upon military operations,
the public is already familiar. Leaving things of that nature to the
historian, I confine myself to smaller matters, my purpose being
merely to give the reader an idea of the experiences of a Confederate
soldier, and to show him Confederate affairs as they looked when seen
from the inside.

I can hardly hope to make the ex-soldier of the Union understand
fully how we on the other side were fed in the field. He fought and
marched with a skilled commissariat at his back, and, for his further
staff of comfort, had the Christian and Sanitary commissions, whose
handy tin cups and other camp conveniences came to us only through
the uncertain and irregular channel of abandonment and capture; and
unless his imagination be a vivid one, he will not easily conceive
the state of our commissariat or the privations we suffered as a
consequence of its singularly bad management. The first trouble was,
that we had for a commissary-general a crotchety doctor, some of
whose acquaintances had for years believed him insane. Aside from
his suspected mental aberration, and the crotchets which had made
his life already a failure, he knew nothing whatever of the business
belonging to the department under his control, his whole military
experience having consisted of a few years' service as a lieutenant
of cavalry in one of the Territories, many years before the date of
his appointment as chief of subsistence in the Confederacy. Wholly
without experience to guide him, he was forced to evolve from his
own badly balanced intellect whatever system he should adopt, and
from the beginning of the war until the early part of the year 1865,
the Confederate armies were forced to lean upon this broken reed in
the all-important matter of a food supply. The generals commanding
in the field, we are told on the very highest authority, protested,
suggested, remonstrated almost daily, but their remonstrances were
unheeded and their suggestions set at naught. At Manassas, where the
army was well-nigh starved out in the very beginning of the war,
food might have been abundant but for the obstinacy of this one
man. On our left lay a country unsurpassed, and almost unequaled,
in productiveness. It was rich in grain and meat, these being its
special products. A railroad, with next to nothing to do, penetrated
it, and its stores of food were nearly certain to be exposed to the
enemy before any other part of the country should be conquered.
The obvious duty of the commissary-general, therefore, was to draw
upon that section for the supplies which were both convenient and
abundant. The chief of subsistence ruled otherwise, however, thinking
it better to let that source of supply lie exposed to the first
advance of the enemy, while he drew upon the Richmond _dépôts_ for
a daily ration, and shipped it by the overtasked line of railway
leading from the capital to Manassas. It was nothing to him that
he was thus exhausting the rear and crippling the resources of the
country for the future. It was nothing to him that in the midst of
plenty the army was upon a short allowance of food. It was nothing
that the shipments of provisions from Richmond by this railroad
seriously interfered with other important interests. System was
everything, and this was a part of his system. The worst of it
was, that in this all-important branch of the service experience
and organization wrought little if any improvement as the war went
on, so that as the supplies and the means of transportation grew
smaller, the undiminished inefficiency of the department produced
disastrous results. The army, suffering for food, was disheartened
by the thought that the scarcity was due to the exhaustion of
the country's resources. Red tape was supreme, and no sword was
permitted to cut it. I remember one little circumstance, which
will serve to illustrate the absoluteness with which system was
suffered to override sense in the administration of the affairs of
the subsistence department. I served for a time on the coast of
South Carolina, a country which produces rice in great abundance,
and in which fresh pork and mutton might then be had almost for
the asking, while the climate is wholly unsuited to the making of
flour or bacon. Just at that time, however, the officials of the
commissary department saw fit to feed the whole army on bacon and
flour, articles which, if given to troops in that quarter of the
country at all, must be brought several hundred miles by rail. The
local commissary officers made various suggestions looking to the use
of the provisions of which the country round about was full, but, so
far as I could learn, no attention whatever was paid to them. At the
request of one of these post commissaries, I wrote an elaborate and
respectful letter on the subject, setting forth the fact that rice,
sweet potatoes, corn meal, hominy, grits, mutton, and pork existed
in great abundance in the immediate neighborhood of the troops, and
could be bought for less than one third the cost of the flour and
bacon we were eating. The letter was signed by the post commissary,
and forwarded through the regular channels, with the most favorable
indorsements possible, but it resulted in nothing. The department
presently found it impossible to give us full rations of bacon and
flour, but it still refused to think of the remedy suggested. It
cut down the ration instead, thus reducing the men to a state of
semi-starvation in a country full of food. Relief came at last in
the shape of a technicality, else it would not have been allowed to
come at all. A vigilant captain discovered that the men were entitled
by law to commutation in money for their rations, at fixed rates,
and acting upon this the men were able to buy, with the money paid
them in lieu of rations, an abundance of fresh meats and vegetables;
and most of the companies managed at the same time to save a
considerable fund for future use out of the surplus, so great was the
disparity between the cost of the food they bought and that which the
government wished to furnish them.

The indirect effect of all this stupidity--for it can be called
by no softer name--was almost as bad as its direct results. The
people at home, finding that the men in the field were suffering for
food, undertook to assist in supplying them. With characteristic
profusion they packed boxes and sent them to their soldier friends
and acquaintances, particularly during the first year of the war.
Sometimes these supplies were permitted to reach their destination,
and sometimes they were allowed to decay in a depot because of some
failure on the part of the sender to comply with the mysterious
canons of official etiquette. In either case they were wasted. If
they got to the army they were used wastefully by the men, who
could not carry them and had no place of storage for them. If they
were detained anywhere, they remained there until some change of
front made it necessary to destroy them. There seemed to be nobody
invested with sufficient authority to turn them to practical account.
I remember a box of my own, packed with cooked meats, vegetables,
fruits,--all perishable,--which got within three miles of my tent,
but could get no farther, although I hired a farmer's wagon with
which to bring it to camp, where my company was at that moment in
sore need of its contents. There was some informality,--the officer
having it in charge could not tell me what,--about the box itself,
or its transmission, or its arrival, or something else, and so it
could not be delivered to me, though I had the warrant of my colonel
in writing, for receiving it. Dismissing my wagoner, I told the
officer in charge that the contents of the box were of a perishable
character, and that rather than have them wasted, I should be glad
to have him accept the whole as a present to his mess; but he
declined, on the ground that to accept the present would be a gross
irregularity so long as there was an embargo upon the package.
I received the box three months later, after its contents had
become entirely worthless. Now this is but one of a hundred cases
within my own knowledge, and it will serve to show the reader how
the inefficiency of the subsistence department led to a wasteful
expenditure of those private stores of food which constituted our
only reserve for the future.

And there was never any improvement. From the beginning to the end
of the war the commissariat was just sufficiently well managed to
keep the troops in a state of semi-starvation. On one occasion the
company of artillery to which I was attached lived for thirteen
days, _in winter quarters_, on a daily dole of half a pound of
corn meal per man, while food in abundance was stored within five
miles of its camp--a railroad connecting the two points, and the
wagons of the battery lying idle all the while. This happened
because the subsistence department had not been officially informed
of our transfer from one battalion to another, though the fact of
the transfer was under their eyes, and the order of the chief of
artillery making it was offered them in evidence. These officers
were not to blame. They knew the temper of their chief, and had been
taught the omnipotence of routine.

But it was in Richmond that routine was carried to its absurdest
extremities. There, everything was done by rule except those things
to which system of some sort would have been of advantage, and they
were left at loose ends. Among other things a provost system was
devised and brought to perfection during the time of martial law.
Having once tasted the sweets of despotic rule, its chief refused to
resign any part of his absolute sovereignty over the city, even when
the reign of martial law ceased by limitation of time. His system
of guards and passports was a very marvel of annoying inefficiency.
It effectually blocked the way of every man who was intent upon
doing his duty, while it gave unconscious but sure protection to
spies, blockade-runners, deserters, and absentees without leave
from the armies. It was omnipotent for the annoyance of soldier and
citizen, but utterly worthless for any good purpose. If a soldier on
furlough or even on detached duty arrived in Richmond, he was taken
in charge by the provost guards at the railway station, marched to
the soldiers' home or some other vile prison house, and kept there
in durance during the whole time of his stay. It mattered not
how legitimate his papers were, or how evident his correctness of
purpose. The system required that he should be locked up, and locked
up he was, in every case, until one plucky fellow made fight by
appeal to the courts, and so compelled the abandonment of a practice
for which there was never any warrant in law or necessity in fact.

Richmond being the railroad centre from which the various lines
radiated, nearly every furloughed soldier and officer on leave was
obliged to pass through the city, going home and returning. Now
to any ordinary intelligence it would seem that a man bearing a
full description of himself, and a furlough signed by his captain,
colonel, brigadier, division-commander, lieutenant-general, and
finally by Robert E. Lee as general-in-chief, might have been allowed
to go peaceably to his home by the nearest route. But that was no
ordinary intelligence which ruled Richmond. Its ability to find
places in which to interfere was unlimited, and it decreed that no
soldier should leave Richmond, either to go home or to return direct
to the army, without a brown paper passport, signed by an officer
appointed for that purpose, and countersigned by certain other
persons whose authority to sign or countersign anything nobody was
ever able to trace to its source. If any such precaution had been
necessary, it would not have been so bad, or even being unnecessary,
if there had been the slightest disposition on the part of these
passport people to facilitate obedience to their own requirements,
the long-suffering officers and men of the army would have uttered
no word of complaint. But the facts were exactly the reverse. The
passport officials rigidly maintained the integrity of their office
hours, and neither entreaty nor persuasion would induce them in any
case to anticipate by a single minute the hour for beginning, or to
postpone the time of ending their daily duties. I stood one day in
their office in a crowd of fellow soldiers and officers, some on
furlough going home, some returning after a brief visit, and still
others, like myself, going from one place to another under orders
and on duty. The two trains by which most of us had to go were both
to leave within an hour, and if we should lose them we must remain
twenty-four hours longer in Richmond, where the hotel rate was then
sixty dollars a day. In full view of these facts, the passport men,
daintily dressed, sat there behind their railing, chatting and
laughing for a full hour, suffering both trains to depart and all
these men to be left over rather than do thirty minutes' work in
advance of the improperly fixed office hour. It resulted from this
system that many men on three or five days' leave lost nearly the
whole of it in delays, going and returning. Many others were kept in
Richmond for want of a passport until their furloughs expired, when
they were arrested for absence without leave, kept three or four days
in the guard-house, and then taken as prisoners to their commands,
to which they had tried hard to go of their own motion at the proper
time. Finally the abuse became so outrageous that General Lee, in his
capacity of general-in-chief, issued a peremptory order forbidding
anybody to interfere in any way with officers or soldiers traveling
under his written authority.

But the complications of the passport system, before the issuing
of that order, were endless. I went once with a friend in search
of passports. As I had passed through Richmond a few weeks before,
I fancied I knew all about the business of getting the necessary
papers. Armed with our furloughs we went straight from the train to
the passport office, and presenting our papers to the young man in
charge, we asked for the brown paper permits which we must show
upon leaving town. The young man prepared them and gave them to us,
but this was no longer the end of the matter. These passports must
be countersigned, and, strangely enough, my friend's required the
sign-manual of Lieutenant X., whose office was in the lower part of
the city, while mine must be signed by Lieutenant Y., who made his
head-quarters some distance farther up town. As my friend and I were
of precisely the same rank, came from the same command, were going
to the same place, and held furloughs in exactly the same words, I
shall not be deemed unreasonable when I declare my conviction that
no imbecility, less fully developed than that which then governed
Richmond, could possibly have discovered any reason for requiring
that our passports should be countersigned by different people.

But with all the trouble it gave to men intent upon doing their duty,
this cumbrous passport system was well-nigh worthless for any of
the purposes whose accomplishment might have excused its existence.
Indeed, in some cases it served to assist the very people it was
intended to arrest. In one instance within my own knowledge, a
soldier who wished to visit his home, some hundreds of miles away,
failing to get a furlough, shouldered his musket and set out with
no scrip for his journey, depending upon his familiarity with the
passport system for the accomplishment of his purpose. Going to a
railroad station, he planted himself at one of the entrances as a
sentinel, and proceeded to demand passports of every comer. Then he
got upon the train, and between stations he passed through the cars,
again inspecting people's traveling papers. Nobody was surprised at
the performance. It was not at all an unusual thing for a sentinel to
go out with a train in this way, and nobody doubted that the man had
been sent upon this errand.

On another occasion two officers of my acquaintance were going from
a southern post to Virginia on some temporary duty, and in their
orders there was a clause directing them to "arrest and lodge in
the nearest guard-house or jail" all soldiers they might encounter
who were absent without leave from their commands. As the train
upon which they traveled approached Weldon, N. C., a trio of guards
passed through the cars, inspecting passports. This was the third
inspection inflicted upon the passengers within a few hours, and,
weary of it, one of the two officers met the demand for his passport
with a counter demand for the guards' authority to examine it. The
poor fellows were there honestly enough, doubtless, doing a duty
which was certainly not altogether pleasant, but they had been sent
out on their mission with no attendant officer, and no scrap of paper
to attest their authority, or even to avouch their right to be on
the train at all; wherefore the journeying officer, exhibiting his
own orders, proceeded to arrest them. Upon their arrival at Weldon,
where their quarters were, he released them, but not without a lesson
which provost guards in that vicinity remembered. I tell the story
for the sake of showing how great a degree of laxity and carelessness
prevailed in the department which was organized especially to enforce
discipline by putting everybody under surveillance.

But this was not all. In Richmond, where the passport system had its
birth, and where its annoying requirements were most sternly enforced
against people having a manifest right to travel, there were still
greater abuses. Will the reader believe that while soldiers, provided
with the very best possible evidence of their right to enter and
leave Richmond, were badgered and delayed as I have explained, in
the passport office, the bits of brown paper over which so great an
ado was made might be, and were, bought and sold by dealers? That
such was the case I have the very best evidence, namely, that of
my own senses. If the system was worth anything at all, if it was
designed to accomplish any worthy end, its function was to prevent
the escape of spies, blockade-runners, and deserters; and yet these
were precisely the people who were least annoyed by it. By a system
of logic peculiar to themselves, the provost marshal's people seem to
have arrived at the conclusion that men deserting the army, acting as
spies, or "running the blockade" to the North, were to be found only
in Confederate uniforms, and against men wearing these the efforts of
the department were especially directed. Non-military men had little
difficulty in getting passports at will, and failing this there were
brokers' shops in which they could buy them at a comparatively small
cost. I knew one case in which an army officer in full uniform,
hurrying through Richmond before the expiration of his leave, in
order that he might be with his command in a battle then impending,
was ordered about from one official to another in a vain search for
the necessary passport, until he became discouraged and impatient. He
finally went in despair to a Jew, and bought an illicit permit to go
to his post of duty.

But even as against soldiers, except those who were manifestly
entitled to visit Richmond, the system was by no means effective.
More than one deserter, to my own knowledge, passed through Richmond
in full uniform, though by what means they avoided arrest, when there
were guards and passport inspectors at nearly every corner, I cannot
guess.

At one time, when General Stuart, with his cavalry, was encamped
within a few miles of the city, he discovered that his men were
visiting Richmond by dozens, without leave, which, for some reason
or other known only to the provost marshal's office, they were
able to do without molestation. General Stuart, finding that this
was the case, resolved to take the matter into his own hands, and
accordingly with a troop of cavalry he made a descent upon the
theatre one night, and arrested those of his men whom he found there.
The provost marshal, who it would seem was more deeply concerned
for the preservation of his own dignity than for the maintenance of
discipline, sent a message to the great cavalier, threatening him
with arrest if he should again presume to enter Richmond for the
purpose of making arrests. Nothing could have pleased Stuart better.
He replied that he should visit Richmond again the next night, with
thirty horsemen; that he should patrol the streets in search of
absentees from his command; and that General Winder might arrest him
if he could. The jingling of spurs was loud in the streets that
night, but the provost marshal made no attempt to arrest the defiant
horseman.

Throughout the management of affairs in Richmond a cumbrous
inefficiency was everywhere manifest. From the president, who
insulted his premier for presuming to offer some advice about the
conduct of the war, and quarreled with his generals because they
failed to see the wisdom of a military movement suggested by himself,
down to the pettiest clerk in a bureau, there was everywhere a morbid
sensitiveness on the subject of personal dignity, and an exaggerated
regard for routine, which seriously impaired the efficiency of the
government and greatly annoyed the army. Under all the circumstances
the reader will not be surprised to learn that the government at
Richmond was by no means idolized by the men in the field.

The wretchedness of its management began to bear fruit early in the
war, and the fruit was bitter in the mouths of the soldiers. Mr.
Davis's evident hostility to Generals Beauregard and Johnston, which
showed itself in his persistent refusal to let them concentrate
their men, in his obstinate thwarting of all their plans, and in
his interference with the details of army organization on which
they were agreed,--a hostility born, as General Thomas Jordan gives
us to understand, of their failure to see the wisdom of his plan
of campaign after Bull Run, which was to take the army across the
lower Potomac at a point where it could never hope to recross, for
the purpose of capturing a small force lying there under General
Sickles,--was not easily concealed; and the army was too intelligent
not to know that a meddlesome and dictatorial president, on bad
terms with his generals in the field, and bent upon thwarting their
plans, was a very heavy load to carry. The generals held their peace,
as a matter of course, but the principal facts were well known
to officers and men, and when the time came, in the fall of 1861,
for the election of a president under the permanent constitution
(Mr. Davis having held office provisionally only, up to that time),
there was a very decided disposition on the part of the troops to
vote against him. They were told, however, that as there was no
candidate opposed to him, he must be elected at any rate, and that
the moral effect of showing a divided front to the enemy would be
very bad indeed; and in this way only was the undivided vote of the
army secured for him. The troops voted for Mr. Davis thus under
stress of circumstances, in the hope that all would yet be well; but
his subsequent course was not calculated to reinstate him in their
confidence, and the wish that General Lee might see fit to usurp all
the powers of government was a commonly expressed one, both in the
army and in private life during the last two years of the war.

The favoritism which governed nearly every one of the president's
appointments was the leading, though not the only, ground of
complaint. And truly the army had reason to murmur, when one of the
president's pets was promoted all the way from lieutenant-colonel to
lieutenant-general, having been but once in battle,--and then only
constructively so,--on his way up, while colonels by the hundred,
and brigadier and major generals by the score, who had been fighting
hard and successfully all the time, were left as they were. And when
this suddenly created general, almost without a show of resistance,
surrendered one of the most important strongholds in the country,
together with a veteran army of considerable size, is it any wonder
that we questioned the wisdom of the president whose blind favoritism
had dealt the cause so severe a blow? But not content with this, as
soon as the surrendered general was exchanged the president tried to
place him in command of the defenses of Richmond, then hard pressed
by General Grant, and was only prevented from doing so by the man's
own discovery that the troops would not willingly serve under him.

The extent to which presidential partiality and presidential
intermeddling with affairs in the field were carried may be guessed,
perhaps, from the fact that the Richmond Examiner, the newspaper
which most truly reflected the sentiment of the people, found
consolation for the loss of Vicksburg and New Orleans in the thought
that the consequent cutting of the Confederacy in two freed the
trans-Mississippi armies from paralyzing dictation. In its leading
article for October 5, 1864, the Examiner said:--

"The fall of New Orleans and the surrender of Vicksburg proved
blessings to the cause beyond the Mississippi. It terminated the
_régime_ of pet generals. It put a stop to official piddling in the
conduct of the armies and the plan of campaigns. The moment when it
became impossible to send orders by telegraph to court officers, at
the head of troops who despised them, was the moment of the turning
tide."

So marked was the popular discontent, not with Mr. Davis only, but
with the entire government and Congress as well, that a Richmond
newspaper at one time dared to suggest a counter revolution as
the only means left of saving the cause from the strangling it
was receiving at the hands of its guardians in Richmond. And the
suggestion seemed so very reasonable and timely that it startled
nobody, except perhaps a congressman or two who had no stomach for
field service.

The approach of the end wrought no change in the temper of the
government, and one of its last acts puts in the strongest light
its disposition to sacrifice the interests of the army to the
convenience of the court. When the evacuation of Richmond was begun,
a train load of provisions was sent by General Lee's order from
one of the interior _dépôts_ to Amelia Court House, for the use of
the retreating army, which was without food and must march to that
point before it could receive a supply. But the president and his
followers were in haste to leave the capital, and needed the train,
wherefore it was not allowed to remain at Amelia Court House long
enough to be unloaded, but was hurried on to Richmond, where its
cargo was thrown out to facilitate the flight of the president and
his personal followers, while the starving army was left to suffer
in an utterly exhausted country, with no source of supply anywhere
within its reach. The surrender of the army was already inevitable,
it is true, but that fact in no way justified this last, crowning act
of selfishness and cruelty.




CHAPTER IX.

THE END, AND AFTER.


It is impossible to say precisely when the conviction became
general in the South that we were to be beaten. I cannot even
decide at what time I myself began to think the cause a hopeless
one, and I have never yet found one of my fellow-Confederates,
though I have questioned many of them, who could tell me with any
degree of certainty the history of his change from confidence to
despondency. We schooled ourselves from the first to think that we
should ultimately win, and the habit of thinking so was too strong
to be easily broken by adverse happenings. Having undertaken to make
good our declaration of independence, we refused to admit, even
to ourselves, the possibility of failure. It was a part of our
soldierly and patriotic duty to believe that ultimate success was
to be ours, and Stuart only uttered the common thought of army and
people, when he said, "We are bound to believe that, anyhow." We
were convinced, beyond the possibility of a doubt, of the absolute
righteousness of our cause, and in spite of history we persuaded
ourselves that a people battling for the right could not fail in the
end. And so our hearts went on hoping for success long after our
heads had learned to expect failure. Besides all this, we never gave
verbal expression to the doubts we felt, or even to the longing,
which must have been universal, for the end. It was our religion
to believe in the triumph of our cause, and it was heresy of the
rankest sort to doubt it or even to admit the possibility of failure.
It was ours to fight on indefinitely, and to the future belonged
the award of victory to our arms. We did not allow ourselves even
the poor privilege of wishing that the struggle might end, except
as we coupled the wish with a pronounced confidence in our ability
to make the end what we desired it to be. I remember very well the
stern rebuke administered by an officer to as gallant a fellow as
any in the army, who, in utter weariness and wretchedness, in the
trenches at Spottsylvania Court House, after a night of watching in
a drenching rain, said that he hoped the campaign then opening might
be the last one of the war. His plea that he also hoped the war would
end as we desired availed him nothing. To be weary in the cause
was offense enough, and the officer gave warning that another such
expression would subject the culprit to trial by court-martial. In
this he only spoke the common mind. We had enlisted for the war, and
a thought of weariness was hardly better than a wish for surrender.
This was the temper in which we began the campaign of 1864, and so
far as I have been able to discover, it underwent little change
afterwards. Even during the final retreat, though there were many
desertions soon after Richmond was left behind, not one of us who
remained despaired of the end we sought. We discussed the comparative
strategic merits of the line we had left and the new one we hoped
to make on the Roanoke River, and we wondered where the seat of
government would be, but not one word was said about a probable or
possible surrender. Nor was the army alone in this. The people who
were being left behind were confident that they should see us again
shortly, on our way to Richmond's recapture.

Up to the hour of the evacuation of Richmond, the newspapers were
as confident as ever of victory. During the fall of 1864 they even
believed, or professed to believe, that our triumph was already at
hand. The Richmond Whig of October 5, 1864, said: "That the present
condition of affairs, compared with that of any previous year at the
same season, at least since 1861, is greatly in our favor, we think
can hardly be denied." In the same article it said: "That General Lee
can keep Grant out of Richmond from this time until doomsday, if he
should be tempted to keep up the trial so long, we are as confident
as we can be of anything whatever." The Examiner of September 24,
1864, said in its leading editorial: "The final struggle for the
possession of Richmond and of Virginia is now near. This war draws
to a close. If Richmond is held by the South till the first of
November it will be ours forever more; for the North will never throw
another huge army into the abyss where so many lie; and the war will
conclude, beyond a doubt, with the independence of the Southern
States." In its issue for October 7, 1864, the same paper began its
principal editorial article with this paragraph: "One month of spirit
and energy now, and the campaign is over, and the war is over. We do
not mean that if the year's campaign end favorably for us, McClellan
will be elected as Yankee President. That may come, or may not come;
but no part of our chance for an honorable peace and independence
rests upon that. Let who will be Yankee President, with the failure
of Grant and Sherman this year, the war ends. And with Sherman's army
already isolated and cut off in Georgia, and Grant unable either to
take or besiege Richmond, we have only to make one month's exertion
in improving our advantages, and then it may safely be said that the
fourth year's campaign, and with it the war itself, is one gigantic
failure." The Richmond Whig of September 8, 1864, with great gravity
copied from the Wytheville Dispatch an article beginning as follows:
"Believing as we do that the war of subjugation is virtually over,
we deem it not improper to make a few suggestions relative to the
treatment of Yankees after the war is over. Our soldiers know how to
treat them now, but _then_ a different treatment will be necessary."
And so they talked all the time.

Much of this was mere whistling to keep our courage up, of course,
but we tried very hard to believe all these pleasant things, and in
a measure we succeeded. And yet I think we must have known from the
beginning of the campaign of 1864 that the end was approaching, and
that it could not be other than a disastrous one. We knew very well
that General Lee's army was smaller than it ever had been before.
We knew, too, that there were no reinforcements to be had from any
source. The conscription had put every man worth counting into the
field already, and the little army that met General Grant in the
Wilderness represented all that remained of the Confederate strength
in Virginia. In the South matters were at their worst, and we knew
that not a man could come thence to our assistance. Lee mustered a
total strength of about sixty-six thousand men, when we marched out
of winter quarters and began in the Wilderness that long struggle
which ended nearly a year later at Appomattox. With that army alone
the war was to be fought out, and we had to shut our eyes to facts
very resolutely, that we might not see how certainly we were to be
crushed. And we did shut our eyes so successfully as to hope in a
vague, irrational way, for the impossible, to the very end. In the
Wilderness we held our own against every assault, and the visible
punishment we inflicted upon the foe was so great that hardly any
man in our army expected to see a Federal force on our side of the
river at daybreak next morning. We thought that General Grant was
as badly hurt as Hooker had been on the same field, and confidently
expected him to retreat during the night. When he moved by his left
flank to Spottsylvania instead, we understood what manner of man he
was, and knew that the persistent pounding, which of all things we
were least able to endure, had begun. When at last we settled down in
the trenches around Petersburg, we ought to have known that the end
was rapidly drawing near. We congratulated ourselves instead upon the
fact that we had inflicted a heavier loss than we had suffered, and
buckled on our armor anew.

If General Grant had failed to break our power of resistance by his
sledge-hammer blows, it speedily became evident that he would be more
successful in wearing it away by the constant friction of a siege.
Without fighting a battle he was literally destroying our army. The
sharp-shooting was incessant, and the bombardment hardly less so, and
under it all our numbers visibly decreased day by day. During the
first two months of the siege my own company, which numbered about a
hundred and fifty men, lost sixty, in killed and wounded, an average
of a man a day, and while our list of casualties was greater than
that of many other commands, there were undoubtedly some companies
and regiments which suffered more than we. The reader will readily
understand that an army already weakened by years of war, with no
source from which to recruit its ranks, could not stand this daily
waste for any great length of time. We were in a state of atrophy
for which there was no remedy except that of freeing the negroes and
making soldiers of them, which Congress was altogether too loftily
sentimental to think of for a moment.

There was no longer any room for hope except in a superstitious
belief that Providence would in some way interfere in our behalf, and
to that very many betook themselves for comfort. This shifting upon
a supernatural power the task we had failed to accomplish by human
means rapidly bred many less worthy superstitions among the troops.
The general despondency, which amounted almost to despair, doubtless
helped to bring about this result, and the great religious "revival"
contributed to it in no small degree. I think hardly any man in that
army entertained a thought of coming out of the struggle alive. The
only question with each was when his time was to come, and a sort of
gloomy fatalism took possession of many minds. Believing that they
must be killed sooner or later, and that the hour and the manner of
their deaths were unalterably fixed, many became singularly reckless,
and exposed themselves with the utmost carelessness to all sorts of
unnecessary dangers.

"I'm going to be killed pretty soon," said as brave a man as I ever
knew, to me one evening. "I never flinched from a bullet until
to-day, and now I dodge every time one whistles within twenty feet of
me."

I tried to persuade him out of the belief, and even got for him
a dose of valerian with which to quiet his nerves. He took the
medicine, but assured me that he was not nervous in the least.

"My time is coming, that's all," he said; "and I don't care. A
few days more or less don't signify much." An hour later the poor
fellow's head was blown from his shoulders as he stood by my side.

One such incident--and there were many of them--served to confirm
a superstitious belief in presentiments which a hundred failures
of fulfillment were unable to shake. Meantime the revival went on.
Prayer-meetings were held in every tent. Testaments were in every
hand, and a sort of religious ecstasy took possession of the army.
The men had ceased to rely upon the skill of their leaders or the
strength of our army for success, and not a few of them hoped now
for a miraculous interposition of supernatural power in our behalf.
Men in this mood make the best of soldiers, and at no time were
the fighting qualities of the Southern army better than during the
siege. Under such circumstances men do not regard death, and even
the failure of any effort they were called upon to make wrought no
demoralization among troops who had persuaded themselves that the
Almighty held victory in store for them, and would give it them in
due time. What cared they for the failure of mere human efforts, when
they were persuaded that through such failures God was leading us to
ultimate victory? Disaster seemed only to strengthen the faith of
many. They saw in it a needed lesson in humility, and an additional
reason for believing that God meant to bring about victory by his own
and not by human strength. They did their soldierly duties perfectly.
They held danger and fatigue alike in contempt. It was their duty as
Christian men to obey orders without question, and they did so in
the thought that to do otherwise was to sin.

That the confidence bred of these things should be of a gloomy kind
was natural enough, and the gloom was not dispelled, certainly, by
the conviction of every man that he was assisting at his own funeral.
Failure, too, which was worse than death, was plainly inevitable in
spite of it all. We persisted, as I have said, in vaguely hoping and
trying to believe that success was still to be ours, and to that end
we shut our eyes to the plainest facts, refusing to admit the truth
which was everywhere evident, namely, that our efforts had failed,
and that our cause was already in its death struggles. But we must
have known all this, nevertheless, and our diligent cultivation of an
unreasonable hopefulness served in no sensible degree to raise our
spirits.

Even positive knowledge does not always bring belief. I doubt if a
condemned man, who finds himself in full bodily health, ever quite
believes that he is to die within the hour, however certainly he may
know the fact; and our condition was not unlike that of condemned men.

When at last the beginning of the end came, in the evacuation of
Richmond and the effort to retreat, everything seemed to go to
pieces at once. The best disciplinarians in the army relaxed their
reins. The best troops became disorganized, and hardly any command
marched in a body. Companies were mixed together, parts of each being
separated by detachments of others. Flying citizens in vehicles of
every conceivable sort accompanied and embarrassed the columns. Many
commands marched heedlessly on without orders, and seemingly without
a thought of whither they were going. Others mistook the meaning
of their orders, and still others had instructions which it was
impossible to obey in any case. At Amelia Court House we should have
found a supply of provisions. General Lee had ordered a train load
to meet him there, but, as I have stated in a previous chapter, the
interests of the starving army had been sacrificed to the convenience
or the cowardice of the president and his personal following. The
train had been hurried on to Richmond and its precious cargo of
food thrown out there, in order that Mr. Davis and his people might
retreat rapidly and comfortably from the abandoned capital. Then
began the desertion of which we have heard so much. Up to that time,
as far as I can learn, if desertions had occurred at all they had
not become general; but now that the government, in flying from
the foe, had cut off our only supply of provisions, what were the
men to do? Many of them wandered off in search of food, with no
thought of deserting at all. Many others followed the example of the
government, and fled; but a singularly large proportion of the little
whole stayed and starved to the last. And it was no technical or
metaphorical starvation which we had to endure, either, as a brief
statement of my own experience will show. The battery to which I was
attached was captured near Amelia Court House, and within a mile or
two of my home. Seven men only escaped, and as I knew intimately
everybody in the neighborhood, I had no trouble in getting horses for
these to ride. Applying to General Lee in person for instructions, I
was ordered to march on, using my own judgment, and rendering what
service I could in the event of a battle. In this independent fashion
I marched with much better chances than most of the men had, to get
food, and yet during three days and nights our total supply consisted
of one ear of corn to the man, and we divided that with our horses.

The end came, technically, at Appomattox, but of the real
difficulties of the war the end was not yet. The trials and the
perils of utter disorganization were still to be endured, and as the
condition in which many parts of the South were left by the fall of
the Confederate government was an anomalous one, some account of it
seems necessary to the completeness of this narrative.

Our principal danger was from the lawless bands of marauders who
infested the country, and our greatest difficulty in dealing with
them lay in the utter absence of constituted authority of any
sort. Our country was full of highwaymen--not the picturesque
highwaymen of whom fiction and questionable history tell us, those
gallant, generous fellows whose purse-cutting proclivities seem
mere peccadilloes in the midst of so many virtues; not these, by
any means, but plain highwaymen of the most brutal description
possible, and destitute even of the merit of presenting a respectable
appearance. They were simply the offscourings of the two armies and
of the suddenly freed negro population,--deserters from fighting
regiments on both sides, and negro desperadoes, who found common
ground upon which to fraternize in their common depravity. They
moved about in bands, from two to ten strong, cutting horses out of
plows, plundering helpless people, and wantonly destroying valuables
which they could not carry away. At the house of one of my friends
where only ladies lived, a body of these men demanded dinner, which
was given them. They then required the mistress of the mansion to
fill their canteens with sorghum molasses, which they immediately
proceeded to pour over the carpets and furniture of the parlor.
Outrages were of every-day enactment, and there was no remedy. There
was no State, county, or municipal government in existence among us.
We had no courts, no justices of the peace, no sheriffs, no officers
of any kind invested with a shadow of authority, and there were not
men enough in the community, at first, to resist the marauders,
comparatively few of the surrendered soldiers having found their
way home as yet. Those districts in which the Federal armies were
stationed were peculiarly fortunate. The troops gave protection to
the people, and the commandants of posts constituted a government
able to enforce order, to which outraged or threatened people could
appeal. But these favored sections were only a small part of the
whole. The troops were not distributed in detached bodies over the
country, but were kept in considerable masses at strategic points,
lest a guerrilla war should succeed regular hostilities; and so the
greater part of the country was left wholly without law, at a time
when law was most imperatively needed. I mention this, not to the
discredit of the victorious army or of its officers. They could
not wisely have done otherwise. If the disbanded Confederates had
seen fit to inaugurate a partisan warfare, as many of the Federal
commanders believed they would, they could have annoyed the army
of occupation no little; and so long as the temper of the country
in this matter was unknown, it would have been in the last degree
improper to station small bodies of troops in exposed situations.
Common military prudence dictated the massing of the troops, and
as soon as it became evident that we had no disposition to resist
further, but were disposed rather to render such assistance as we
could in restoring and maintaining order, everything was done which
could be done to protect us. It is with a good deal of pleasure that
I bear witness to the uniform disposition shown by such Federal
officers as I came in contact with at this time, to protect all quiet
citizens, to restore order, and to forward the interests of the
community they were called upon to govern. In one case I went with a
fellow-Confederate to the head-quarters nearest me,--eighteen miles
away,--and reported the doings of some marauders in my neighborhood,
which had been especially outrageous. The general in command at once
made a detail of cavalry and instructed its chief to go in pursuit of
the highwaymen, and to bring them to him, dead or alive. They were
captured, marched at a double-quick to the camp, and shot forthwith,
by sentence of a drum-head court-martial, a proceeding which did
more than almost anything else could have done, to intimidate other
bands of a like kind. At another time I took to the same officer's
camp a number of stolen horses which a party of us had managed to
recapture from a sleeping band of desperadoes. Some of the horses we
recognized as the property of our neighbors, some we did not know
at all, and one or two were branded "C. S." and "U. S." The general
promptly returned all the identified horses, and lent all the others
to farmers in need of them.

After a little time most of the ex-soldiers returned to their homes,
and finding that there were enough of us in the county in which I
lived to exercise a much-needed police supervision if we had the
necessary authority, we sent a committee of citizens to Richmond
to report the facts to the general in command of the district. He
received our committee very cordially, expressed great pleasure in
the discovery that citizens were anxious to maintain order until a
reign of law could be restored, and granted us leave to organize
ourselves into a military police, with officers acting under written
authority from him; to patrol the country; to disarm all improper or
suspicious persons; to arrest and turn over to the nearest provost
marshal all wrong-doers, and generally to preserve order by armed
surveillance. To this he attached but one condition, namely, that
we should hold ourselves bound in honor to assist any United States
officer who might require such service of us, in the suppression
of guerrilla warfare. To this we were glad enough to assent, as
the thing we dreaded most at that time was the inauguration of a
hopeless, irregular struggle, which would destroy the small chance
left us of rebuilding our fortunes and restoring our wasted country
to prosperity. We governed the county in which we lived, until the
establishment of a military post at the county seat relieved us of
the task, and the permission given us thus to stamp out lawlessness
saved our people from the alternative of starvation or dependence
upon the bounty of the government. It was seed-time, and without a
vigorous maintenance of order our fields could not have been planted
at all.

It is difficult to comprehend, and impossible to describe, the state
of uncertainty in which we lived at this time. We had surrendered
at discretion, and had no way of discovering or even of guessing
what terms were to be given us. We were cut off almost wholly from
trustworthy news, and in the absence of papers were unable even
to rest conjecture upon the expression of sentiment at the North.
Rumors we had in plenty, but so many of them were clearly false that
we were forced to reject them all as probably untrue. When we heard
it confidently asserted that General Alexander had made a journey
to Brazil and brought back a tempting offer to emigrants, knowing
all the time that if he had gone he must have made the trip within
the extraordinarily brief period of a few weeks, it was difficult to
believe other news which reached us through like channels, though
much of it ultimately proved true. I think nobody in my neighborhood
believed the rumor of Mr. Lincoln's assassination until it was
confirmed by a Federal soldier whom I questioned upon the subject one
day, a week or two after the event. When we knew that the rumor was
true, we deemed it the worst news we had heard since the surrender.
We distrusted President Johnson more than any one else. Regarding
him as a renegade Southerner, we thought it probable that he would
endeavor to prove his loyalty to the Union by extra severity to
the South, and we confidently believed he would revoke the terms
offered us in Mr. Lincoln's amnesty proclamation; wherefore there
was a general haste to take the oath and so to secure the benefit of
the dead president's clemency before his successor should establish
harsher conditions. We should have regarded Mr. Lincoln's death as
a calamity, even if it had come about by natural means, and coming
as it did through a crime committed in our name, it seemed doubly a
disaster.

With the history of the South during the period of reconstruction,
all readers are familiar, and it is only the state of affairs between
the time of the surrender and the beginning of the rebuilding, that
I have tried to describe in this chapter. But the picture would be
inexcusably incomplete without some mention of the negroes. Their
behavior both during and after the war may well surprise anybody not
acquainted with the character of the race. When the men of the South
were nearly all in the army, the negroes were left in large bodies on
the plantations with nobody to control them except the women and a
few old or infirm men. They might have been insolent, insubordinate,
and idle, if they had chosen. They might have gained their freedom
by asserting it. They might have overturned the social and political
fabric at any time, _and they knew all this too_. They were
intelligent enough to know that there was no power on the plantations
capable of resisting any movement they might choose to make. They
did know, too, that the success of the Federal arms would give them
freedom. The fact was talked about everywhere, and no effort was
made to keep the knowledge of it from them. They knew that to assert
their freedom was to give immediate success to the Union cause.
Most of them coveted freedom, too, as the heartiness with which they
afterwards accepted it abundantly proves. And yet they remained
quiet, faithful, and diligent throughout, very few of them giving
trouble of any sort, even on plantations where only a few women
remained to control them. The reason for all this must be sought in
the negro character, and we of the South, knowing that character
thoroughly, trusted it implicitly. We left our homes and our helpless
ones in the keeping of the Africans of our households, without any
hesitation whatever. We knew these faithful and affectionate people
too well to fear that they would abuse such a trust. We concealed
nothing from them, and they knew quite as well as we did the issues
at stake in the war.

The negro is constitutionally loyal to his obligations as he
understands them, and his attachments, both local and personal,
are uncommonly strong. He speedily forgets an injury, but never
a kindness, and so he was not likely to rise in arms against the
helpless women and children whom he had known intimately and loved
almost reverentially from childhood, however strongly he desired the
freedom which such a rising would secure to him. It was a failure to
appreciate these peculiarities of the negro character which led John
Brown into the mistake that cost him his life. Nothing is plainer
than that he miscalculated the difficulty of exciting the colored
people to insurrection. He went to Harper's Ferry, confident that
when he should declare his purposes, the negroes would flock to his
standard and speedily crown his effort with success. They remained
quietly at work instead, many of them hoping, doubtless, that freedom
for themselves and their fellows might somehow be wrought out, but
they were wholly unwilling to make the necessary war upon the whites
to whom they were attached by the strongest possible bonds of
affection. And so throughout the war they acted after their kind,
waiting for the issue with the great, calm patience which is their
most universal characteristic.

When the war ended, leaving everything in confusion, the poor blacks
hardly knew what to do, but upon the whole they acted with great
modesty, much consideration for their masters, and singular wisdom.
A few depraved ones took to bad courses at once, but their number
was remarkably small. Some others, with visionary notions, betook
themselves to the cities in search of easier and more profitable work
than any they had ever done, and many of these suffered severely from
want before they found employment again. The great majority waited
patiently for things to adjust themselves in their new conditions,
going on with their work meanwhile, and conducting themselves with
remarkable modesty. I saw much of them at this time, and I heard
of no case in which a negro voluntarily reminded his master of the
changed relations existing between them, or in any other way offended
against the strictest rules of propriety.

At my own home the master of the mansion assembled his negroes
immediately after the surrender; told them they were free, and under
no obligation whatever to work for him; and explained to them the
difficulty he found in deciding what kind of terms he ought to offer
them, inasmuch as he was wholly ignorant upon the subject of the
wages of agricultural laborers. He told them, however, that if they
wished to go on with the crop, he would give them provisions and
clothing as before, and at the end of the year would pay them as
high a rate of wages as any paid in the neighborhood. To this every
negro on the place agreed, all of them protesting that they wanted
no better terms than for their master to give them at the end of
the year whatever he thought they had earned. They lost not an hour
from their work, and the life upon the plantation underwent no change
whatever until its master was forced by a pressure of debt to sell
his land. I give the history of the adjustment on this plantation
as a fair example of the way in which ex-masters and ex-slaves were
disposed to deal with each other.

There were cases in which no such harmonious adjustment could
be effected, but, so far as my observation extended, these were
exceptions to the common rule, and even now, after a lapse of nine
years, a very large proportion of the negroes remain, either as hired
laborers or as renters of small farms, on the plantations on which
they were born.






End of Project Gutenberg's A Rebel's Recollections, by George Cary  Eggleston