CHAPTER XII.

EAST OF THE MISSISSIPPI.

Prostrated by two years of constant devotion to work--work so severe,

stern, and exacting as to have prevented me from giving the slightest

attention to my family, even when heavily afflicted--and persuaded that

under existing administration nothing would be accomplished in the

"Trans-Mississippi Department," a month after the close of the Red River

campaign I applied for relief from duty. After several applications this

was granted, and with my wife and two surviving children I retired to

the old Spanish-French town of Natchitoches. The inhabitants, though

impoverished by the war, had a comfortable house ready for my family, to

which they invited me, with all the warmth of Southern hearts and all

the good taste of the Latin race. Here I remained for several weeks,

when information of my promotion to lieutenant-general came from

Richmond, with orders to report for duty on the east side of the

Mississippi. The officers of my staff, who had long served with me,

desired and were permitted to accompany me, with the exception of Brent,

now colonel of artillery, who could not be spared. Colonel Brent

remained in west Louisiana until the close of the war, attaining the

rank of brigadier. Of his merit and services I have already written.

The Red River campaign of 1864 was the last Federal campaign undertaken

for political objects, or intrusted to political generals. Experience

taught the Washington Government that its enormous resources must be

concentrated, and henceforth unity of purpose and action prevailed.

Posts on the Mississippi between Memphis and New Orleans were

strengthened, intervening spaces closely guarded by numerous gunboats,

and parties thrown ashore to destroy all boats that could be found.

Though individuals, with precaution, could cross the great river, it was

almost impossible to take over organized bodies of troops or supplies,

and the Confederates on the west were isolated. The Federal Government

now directed its energies against Richmond and Atlanta.

Upon what foundations the civil authorities of the Confederacy rested

their hopes of success, after the campaign of 1864 fully opened, I am

unable to say; but their commanders in the field, whose rank and

position enabled them to estimate the situation, fought simply to afford

statesmanship an opportunity to mitigate the sorrows of inevitable

defeat.

A grand old oak, on the east bank of the Black River, the lower Washita,

protected my couch; and in the morning, with two guides, the faithful

Tom following, I threaded my way through swamp and jungle to the

Mississippi, which was reached at sunset. A light canoe was concealed

some distance from the river bank, and after the short twilight faded

into night this was borne on the shoulders of the guides, and launched.

One of the guides embarked to paddle, and Tom and I followed, each

leading a horse. A gunboat was lying in the river a short distance

below, and even the horses seemed to understand the importance of

silence, swimming quietly alongside of our frail craft. The eastern

shore reached, we stopped for a time to rub and rest the cattle,

exhausted by long-continued exertion in the water; then pushed on to

Woodville, some five and twenty miles east. This, the chief town of

Wilkison county, Mississippi, was in telegraphic communication with

Richmond, and I reported my arrival to the war office. An answer came,

directing me to take command of the department of Alabama, Mississippi,

etc., with the information that President Davis would shortly leave

Richmond to meet me at Montgomery, Alabama. While awaiting telegram, I

learned of the fall of Atlanta and the forts at the entrance of Mobile

Bay. My predecessor in the department to the command of which

telegraphic orders had just assigned me was General Bishop Polk, to whom

I accord all his titles; for in him, after a sleep of several

centuries, was awakened the church militant. Before he joined Johnston

in northern Georgia, Polk's headquarters were at Meridian, near the

eastern boundary of Mississippi, where the Mobile and Ohio Railway,

running north, is crossed by the Vicksburg, Jackson, and Selma line,

running east. To this point I at once proceeded, _via_ Jackson, more

than a hundred miles northeast of Woodville. Grierson's and other

"raids," in the past summer, had broken the New Orleans and Jackson

Railway, so that I rode the distance to the latter place. It was in

September, and the fierce heat was trying to man and beast. The open

pine forests of southern Mississippi obstruct the breeze, while

affording no protection from the sun, whose rays are intensified by

reflection from the white, sandy soil. Jackson reached, I stopped for an

hour to see the Governor of Mississippi, Clarke, an old acquaintance,

and give instructions to Brigadier Wirt Adams, the local commander; then

took rail to Meridian, eighty miles, where I found the records of the

department left by General Polk, as well as several officers of the

general staff. These gentlemen had nothing especial to do, and appeared

to be discharging that duty conscientiously; but they were zealous and

intelligent, and speedily enabled me to judge of the situation.

Major-General Maury, in immediate command at Mobile, and the senior

officer in the department before my arrival, had ordered General Forrest

with his cavalry to Mobile in anticipation of an attack. Forrest himself

was expected to pass through Meridian that evening, _en route_ for

Mobile.

Just from the Mississippi river, where facilities for obtaining

information from New Orleans were greater than at Mobile, I was

confident that the enemy contemplated no immediate attack on the latter

place. Accordingly, General Maury was informed by telegraph of my

presence, that I assumed command of the department, and would arrest

Forrest's movement. An hour later a train from the north, bringing

Forrest in advance of his troops, reached Meridian, and was stopped; and

the General, whom I had never seen, came to report. He was a tall,

stalwart man, with grayish hair, mild countenance, and slow and homely

of speech. In few words he was informed that I considered Mobile safe

for the present, and that all our energies must be directed to the

relief of Hood's army, then west of Atlanta. The only way to accomplish

this was to worry Sherman's communications north of the Tennessee river,

and he must move his cavalry in that direction at the earliest moment.

To my surprise, Forrest suggested many difficulties and asked numerous

questions: how he was to get over the Tennessee; how he was to get back

if pressed by the enemy; how he was to be supplied; what should be his

line of retreat in certain contingencies; what he was to do with

prisoners if any were taken, etc. I began to think he had no stomach for

the work; but at last, having isolated the chances of success from

causes of failure with the care of a chemist experimenting in his

laboratory, he rose and asked for Fleming, the superintendent of the

railway, who was on the train by which he had come. Fleming appeared--a

little man on crutches (he had recently broken a leg), but with the

energy of a giant--and at once stated what he could do in the way of

moving supplies on his line, which had been repaired up to the Tennessee

boundary. Forrest's whole manner now changed. In a dozen sharp sentences

he told his wants, said he would leave a staff officer to bring up his

supplies, asked for an engine to take him back north twenty miles to

meet his troops, informed me he would march with the dawn, and hoped to

give an account of himself in Tennessee.

Moving with great rapidity, he crossed the Tennessee river, captured

stockades with their garrisons, burned bridges, destroyed railways,

reached the Cumberland River below Nashville, drove away gunboats,

captured and destroyed several transports with immense stores, and

spread alarm over a wide region. The enemy concentrated on him from all

directions, but he eluded or defeated their several columns, recrossed

the Tennessee, and brought off fifteen hundred prisoners and much spoil.

Like Clive, Nature made him a great soldier; and he was without the

former's advantages. Limited as was Clive's education, he was a person

of erudition compared with Forrest, who read with difficulty. In the

last weeks of the war he was much with me, and told me the story of his

life. His father, a poor trader in negroes and mules, died when he was

fifteen years of age, leaving a widow and several younger children

dependent on him for support. To add to his burden, a posthumous infant

was born some weeks after the father's death. Continuing the paternal

occupations in a small way, he continued to maintain the family and give

some education to the younger children. His character for truth,

honesty, and energy was recognized, and he gradually achieved

independence and aided his brethren to start in life. Such was his short

story up to the war.

Some months before the time of our first meeting, with two thousand men

he defeated the Federal General Sturgis, who had five times his force,

at Tishimingo; and he repeated his success at Okalona, where his

opponent, General Smith, had even greater odds against him. The battle

of Okalona was fought on an open plain, and Forrest had no advantage of

position to compensate for great inferiority of numbers; but it is

remarkable that he employed the tactics of Frederick at Leuthen and

Zorndorf, though he had never heard these names. Indeed, his tactics

deserve the closest study of military men. Asked after the war to what

he attributed his success in so many actions, he replied: "Well, I _got

there first with the most men_." Jomini could not have stated the key to

the art of war more concisely. I doubt if any commander since the days

of lion-hearted Richard has killed as many enemies with his own hand as

Forrest. His word of command as he led the charge was unique: "Forward,

men, and _mix_ with 'em!" But, while cutting down many a foe with

long-reaching, nervous arm, his keen eye watched the whole fight and

guided him to the weak spot. Yet he was a tender-hearted, kindly man.

The accusations of his enemies that he murdered prisoners at Fort Pillow

and elsewhere are absolutely false. The prisoners captured on his

expedition into Tennessee, of which I have just written, were negroes,

and he carefully looked after their wants himself, though in rapid

movement and fighting much of the time. These negroes told me of Mass

Forrest's kindness to them. After the war I frequently met General

Forrest, and received many evidences of attachment from him. He has

passed away within a month, to the regret of all who knew him. In the

States of Alabama, Mississippi, and Tennessee, to generations yet

unborn, his name will be a "household word."

Having devoted several hours at Meridian to the work mentioned, I took

rail for Mobile, a hundred and forty miles. This town of thirty thousand

inhabitants is situated on the west bank of the Alabama (here called

Mobile) River, near its entrance into Mobile Bay, which is

five-and-twenty miles long by ten broad. A month before my arrival

Admiral Farragut had captured Fort Morgan at the eastern mouth of the

bay, after defeating the Confederate fleet under Admiral Buchanan, who

was severely wounded in the action. Two or three of Buchanan's vessels

had escaped, and were in charge of Commodore Farrand near Mobile. The

shallow waters of the bay were thickly planted with torpedoes, and many

heavy guns were mounted near the town, making it safe in front. Mobile

had excellent communications with the interior. The Alabama, Tombigby,

and Black Warrior Rivers afforded steam navigation to central Alabama

and eastern Mississippi, while the Mobile and Ohio Railway reached the

northern limit of the latter State. Supplies from the fertile

"cane-brake" region of Alabama and the prairies of eastern Mississippi

were abundant. Before they abandoned Pensacola, the Confederates had

taken up fifty miles of rails from the Pensacola and Montgomery line,

and used them to make a connection between the latter place and

Blakeley, at the eastern head of the bay, opposite Mobile. From the

known dispositions of the Federal forces, I did not think it probable

that any serious attempt on Mobile would be made until spring. Already

in possession of Fort Morgan and Pensacola, thirty miles east of the

first, and the best harbor on the Gulf, the enemy, when he attacked,

would doubtless make these places his base. It was important, then, to

look to defensive works on the east side of the bay, and such works were

vigorously pushed at Blakeley, above mentioned, and at Spanish Fort,

several miles south. I had no intention of standing a siege in Mobile,

but desired to hold the place with a small force, so as to compel the

employment of an army to reduce it; and for this its situation was

admirably adapted. The Mobile River, forty miles long, and formed by the

Alabama and Tombigby, is but the estuary at the head of Mobile Bay,

silted up with detritus by the entering streams. Several miles wide, it

incloses numerous marshy islands in its many channels. These features

make its passage difficult, while the Mobile and Ohio Railway, trending

to the west as it leaves the town to gain the high land above the

valley, affords a ready means for the withdrawal of a limited force.

The officer commanding at Mobile was well qualified for his task.

Major-General D.H. Maury, nephew to the distinguished Matthew Maury,

formerly of the United States navy, graduated from West Point in time to

serve in the war with Mexico, where he was wounded. A Virginian, he

resigned from the United States cavalry to share the fortunes of his

State. Intelligent, upright, and devoted to duty, he gained the respect

and confidence of the townspeople, and was thereby enabled to supplement

his regular force of eight thousand of all arms with a body of local

militia. It was a great comfort to find an able officer in this

responsible position, who not only adopted my plans, but improved and

executed them. General Maury had some excellent officers under him, and

the sequel will show how well they discharged their duty to the end.

From Mobile to Meridian, and after some days to Selma, ninety miles

east. The railway between these last places had been recently laid down,

and was very imperfect. There was no bridge over the Tombigby at

Demopolis, and a steam ferry was employed. East of Demopolis, the line

passed through the cane-brake country, a land of fatness. The army of

Lee, starving in the trenches before Richmond and Petersburg, could have

been liberally supplied from this district but for lack of

transportation.

Here it may be asserted that we suffered less from inferiority of

numbers than from want of mechanical resources. Most of the mechanics

employed in the South were Northern men, and returned to their section

at the outbreak of war. The loss of New Orleans, our only large city,

aggravated this trouble, and we had no means of repairing the long lines

of railway, nor the plant. Even when unbroken by raids, wear and tear

rendered them inefficient at an early period of the struggle. This had a

more direct influence on the sudden downfall of the Confederacy than is

generally supposed.

Selma, a place of some five thousand people, is on the north bank of the

Alabama River, by which it has steam communication with Mobile and

Montgomery, forty miles above on the opposite bank. In addition to the

railway from Meridian, there was a line running to the northeast in the

direction of Dalton, Georgia, the existing terminus of which was at Blue

Mountain, a hundred and odd miles from Selma; and, to inspect the line,

I went to Blue Mountain. This, the southern limit of the Alleghanies,

which here sink into the great plain of the gulf, was distant from the

Atlanta and Chattanooga Railway, Sherman's only line of communication,

sixty miles. A force operating from Blue Mountain would approach this

line at a right angle, and, drawing its supplies from the fertile

country near Selma, would cover its own communications while threatening

those of an enemy from Atlanta to Chattanooga. On this account the road

might be of importance.

Returning to Selma, I stopped at Talladega, on the east bank of the

Coosa River, the largest affluent of the Alabama, and navigable by small

steamers to Rome, Georgia. Here I met Brigadier Daniel Adams, in local

command, and learned much of the condition of the surrounding region.

After passing Chattanooga the Tennessee River makes a great bend to the

South, inclosing a part of Alabama between itself and the Tennessee

State line; and in this district was a small Confederate force under

Brigadier Roddy, which was enabled to maintain an exposed position by

knowledge of the country. General Adams thought he could procure wire

enough to establish communication with Roddy, or materially shorten the

courier line between them; and, as this would duplicate my means of

getting news, especially of Forrest, he was directed to do so. I had no

knowledge of Hood's plans or condition, saving that he had been defeated

and was southwest of Atlanta; but if he contemplated operations on

Sherman's communications, which was his true policy, he must draw

supplies from Selma, as much of the country between the Tennessee and

Alabama Rivers was sterile and sparsely populated. Accordingly, I moved

my headquarters to Selma and ordered the collection of supplies there,

and at Talladega; then took steamer for Montgomery, to meet the General

Assembly of Alabama, called in extra session in view of the crisis

produced by Hood's defeat and the fall of Atlanta. Just as the steamer

was leaving Selma, I received dispatches from Forrest, announcing his

first success after crossing the Tennessee river. Traveling alone, or

with one staff officer, and unknown to the people, I had opportunities

of learning something of the real state of public sentiment in my new

department. Citizens were universally depressed and disheartened. Sick

and wounded officers and men from Hood's army were dissatisfied with the

removal of Johnston from command, and the subsequent conduct of affairs.

From conversations in railway carriages and on river steamers I had

gathered this, and nothing but this, since my arrival.

Reaching Montgomery in the morning, I had interviews with the Governor

and leading members of the Assembly, who promised all the assistance in

their power to aid in the defense of the State. The Governor, Watts, who

had resigned the office of Attorney-General of the Confederacy to accept

his present position, was ever ready to cooeperate with me.

Late in the afternoon a dispatch was received from President Davis,

announcing his arrival for the following morning. He came, was received

by the State authorities, visited the Capitol, addressed the Assembly,

and then received leading citizens; all of which consumed the day, and

it was ten o'clock at night when he took me to his chamber, locked the

door, and said we must devote the night to work, as it was imperative

for him to return to Richmond the next morning. He began by saying that

he had visited Hood and his army on his way to Montgomery, and was

gratified to find officers and men in excellent spirits, not at all

depressed by recent disasters, and that he thought well of a movement

north toward Nashville. I expressed surprise at his statement of the

condition of Hood's army, as entirely opposed to the conclusions forced

on me by all the evidence I could get, and warned him of the danger of

listening to narrators who were more disposed to tell what was agreeable

than what was true. He readily admitted that persons in his position

were exposed to this danger. Proceeding to discuss the suggested

movement toward Nashville, I thought it a serious matter to undertake a

campaign into Tennessee in the autumn, with troops so badly equipped as

were ours for the approaching winter. Every mile the army marched north,

it was removing farther from supplies, and no reenforcements were to be

hoped for from any quarter. Besides, Sherman could control force enough

to garrison Chattanooga and Nashville, and, if time were allowed him to

accumulate supplies at Atlanta by his one line of rail, could abandon

everything south of Chattanooga, and with fifty thousand men, in the

absence of Hood's army, march where he liked. The President asked what

assistance might be expected from the trans-Mississippi. I replied,

none. There would not be another gun fired there; for the Federals had

withdrawn their troops to concentrate east of the river. The difficulty

of bringing over organized bodies of men was explained, with the

addition of their unwillingness to come. The idea prevailed that the

States west of the Mississippi had been neglected by the Government, and

this idea had been encouraged by many in authority. So far from desiring

to send any more men to the east, they clamored for the return of those

already there. Certain senators and representatives, who had bitterly

opposed the administration at Richmond, talked much wild nonsense about

setting up a government west of the Mississippi, uniting with

Maximilian, and calling on Louis Napoleon for assistance. The President

listened attentively to this, and asked, "What then?" I informed him of

the work Forrest was doing, pointed out the advantages of Blue Mountain

as a base from which to operate, and suggested that Hood's army be

thrown on Sherman's line of railway, north of Atlanta. As Johnston had

been so recently removed from command, I would not venture to recommend

his return, but believed that our chances would be increased by the

assignment of Beauregard to the army. He still retained some of the

early popularity gained at Sumter and Manassas, and would awaken a

certain enthusiasm. Apprehending no immediate danger for Mobile, I would

strip the place of everything except gunners and join Beauregard with

four thousand good troops. Even the smallest reenforcement is

inspiriting to a defeated army, and by seizing his railway we would

force Sherman to battle. Granting we would be whipped, we could fall

back to Blue Mountain without danger of pursuit, as the enemy was

chained to his line of supply, and we certainly ought to make the fight

hot enough to cripple him for a time and delay his projected movements.

At the same time, I did not disguise my conviction that the best we

could hope for was to protract the struggle until spring. It was for

statesmen, not soldiers, to deal with the future.

The President said Beauregard should come, and, after consultation with

Hood and myself, decide the movements of the army; but that he was

distressed to hear such gloomy sentiments from me. I replied that it was

my duty to express my opinions frankly to him, when he asked for them,

though there would be impropriety in giving utterance to them before

others; but I did not admit the gloom. In fact, I had cut into this game

with eyes wide open, and felt that in staking life, fortune, and the

future of my children, the chances were against success. It was not for

me, then, to whimper when the cards were bad; that was the right of

those who were convinced there would be no war, or at most a holiday

affair, in which everybody could display heroism. With much other talk

we wore through the night. In the morning he left, as he purposed, and I

returned to Selma. My next meeting with President Davis was at Fortress

Monroe, under circumstances to be related.

Some days at Selma were devoted to accumulation of supplies, and General

Maury was advised that he must be prepared to forward a part of his

command to that place, when a message from Beauregard informed me that

he was on the way to Blue Mountain and desired to meet me there. He had

not seen Hood, whose army, after an ineffectual attack on Altoona, had

left Sherman's line of communication, moved westward, and was now some

fifteen miles to the north of Blue Mountain. Having told me this,

Beauregard explained the orders under which he was acting. To my

disappointment, he had not been expressly assigned to command Hood's

army, but to the general direction of affairs in the southwest. General

Maury, a capable officer, was at Mobile; Forrest, with his cavalry

division, I had sent into Tennessee; and a few scattered men were

watching the enemy in various quarters--all together hardly constituting

a command for a lieutenant-general, my rank. Unless Beauregard took

charge of Hood's army, there was nothing for him to do except to command

me. Here was a repetition of 1863. Then Johnston was sent with a roving

commission to command Bragg in Tennessee, Pemberton in Mississippi, and

others in sundry places. The result was that he commanded nobody, and,

when Pemberton was shut up in Vicksburg, found himself helpless, with a

handful of troops, at Jackson. To give an officer discretion to remove

another from command of an army in the field is to throw upon him the

responsibility of doing it, and this should be assumed by the

government, not left to an individual.

However, I urged on Beauregard the considerations mentioned in my

interview with President Davis, that Sherman had detached to look after

Forrest, was compelled to keep garrisons at many points from Atlanta to

Nashville, and, if forced to action fifty or sixty miles north of the

former place, would be weaker then than we could hope to find him later,

after he had accumulated supplies. I mentioned the little reenforcement

we could have at once from Mobile, my readiness to take any command,

division, brigade, or regiment to which he might assign me, and, above

all, the necessity of prompt action. There were two persons present,

Colonel Brent, of Beauregard's staff, and Mr. Charles Villere, a member

of the Confederate Congress from Louisiana. The former said all that was

proper for a staff officer in favor of my views; the latter,

Beauregard's brother-in-law, warmly urged their adoption. The General

ordered his horse, to visit Hood, and told me to await intelligence

from him. On his return from Hood, he informed me that the army was

moving to the northwest, and would cross the Tennessee river near the

Muscle Shoals. As this plan of campaign had met the sanction of

President Davis, and Hood felt confident of success, he declined to

interfere. I could not blame Beauregard; for it was putting a cruel

responsibility on him to supersede a gallant veteran, to whom fortune

had been adverse. There was nothing to be said and nothing to be done,

saving to discharge one's duty to the bitter end. Hood's line of march

would bring him within reach of the Mobile and Ohio Railway in northern

Mississippi, and supplies could be sent him by that road. Selma ceased

to be of importance, and my quarters were returned to Meridian. Forrest,

just back from Tennessee, was advised of Hood's purposes and ordered to

cooeperate. Maury was made happy by the information that he would lose

none of his force, and the usual routine of inspections, papers, etc.,

occupied the ensuing weeks.

My attention was called about this time to the existence of a

wide-spread evil. A practice had grown up of appointing provost-marshals

to take private property for public use, and every little post commander

exercised the power to appoint such officials. The land swarmed with

these vermin, appointed without due authority, or self-constituted, who

robbed the people of horses, mules, cattle, corn, and meat. The wretched

peasants of the middle ages could not have suffered more from the "free

companies" turned loose upon them. Loud complaints came up from State

governors and from hundreds of good citizens. I published an order,

informing the people that their property was not to be touched unless by

authority given by me and in accordance with the forms of law, and they

were requested to deal with all violators of the order as with

highwaymen. This put an end to the tyranny, which had been long and

universally submitted to.

The readiness of submission to power displayed by the American people in

the war was astonishing. Our British forefathers transmitted to us

respect for law and love of liberty founded upon it; but the influence

of universal suffrage seemed to have destroyed all sense of personal

manhood, all conception of individual rights. It may be said of the

South, that its people submitted to wrong because they were engaged in a

fierce struggle with superior force; but what of the North, whose people

were fighting for conquest? Thousands were opposed to the war, and

hundreds of thousands to its conduct and objects. The wonderful vote

received by McClellan in 1864 showed the vast numbers of the Northern

minority; yet, so far from modifying in the smallest degree the will and

conduct of the majority, this multitude of men dared not give utterance

to their real sentiments; and the same was true of the South at the time

of secession. Reformers who have tried to improve the morals of

humanity, discoverers who have striven to alleviate its physical

conditions, have suffered martyrdom at its hands. Years upon years have

been found necessary to induce the masses to consider, much less adopt,

schemes for their own advantage. A government of numbers, then, is not

one of virtue or intelligence, but of force, intangible, irresistible,

irresponsible--resembling that of Caesar depicted by the great historian,

which, covering the earth as a pall, reduced all to a common level of

abject servitude. For many years scarce a descendant of the colonial

gentry in the Eastern States has been elected to public office. To-day

they have no existence even as a social force and example. Under the

baleful influence of negro suffrage it is impossible to foretell the

destiny of the South. Small wonder that pure democracies have ever

proved ready to exchange "Demos" for some other tyrant.

Occasional visits for inspection were made to Mobile, where Maury was

strengthening his defenses. On the east side of the bay, Blakeley and

Spanish Fort were progressing steadily, as I held that the enemy would

attack there, tempted by his possession of Pensacola and Fort Morgan.

Although this opinion was justified in the end, hope may have had some

influence in its formation; for we could meet attack from that quarter

better than from the west, which, indeed, would have speedily driven us

from the place. The loss of the Mobile and Ohio railway would have

necessitated the withdrawal of the garrison across the bay, a difficult

operation, if pressed by superior force.

The Confederate Congress had enacted that negro troops, captured, should

be restored to their owners. We had several hundreds of such, taken by

Forrest in Tennessee, whose owners could not be reached; and they were

put to work on the fortifications at Mobile, rather for the purpose of

giving them healthy employment than for the value of the work. I made it

a point to visit their camps and inspect the quantity and quality of

their food, always found to be satisfactory. On one occasion, while so

engaged, a fine-looking negro, who seemed to be leader among his

comrades, approached me and said: "Thank you, Massa General, they give

us plenty of good victuals; but how you like our work?" I replied that

they had worked very well. "If you will give us guns we will fight for

these works, too. We would rather fight for our own white folks than for

strangers." And, doubtless, this was true. In their dealings with the

negro the white men of the South should ever remember that no instance

of outrage occurred during the war. Their wives and little ones remained

safe at home, surrounded by thousands of faithful slaves, who worked

quietly in the fields until removed by the Federals. This is the highest

testimony to the kindness of the master and the gentleness of the

servant; and all the dramatic talent prostituted to the dissemination of

falsehood in "Uncle Tom's Cabin" and similar productions can not rebut

it.

About the middle of November I received from General Lee, now commanding

the armies of the Confederacy, instructions to visit Macon and Savannah,

Georgia, if I could leave my department, and report to him the condition

of affairs in that quarter, and the probabilities of Sherman's

movements, as the latter had left Atlanta. I proceeded at once, taking

rail at Montgomery, and reached Macon, _via_ Columbus, Georgia, at dawn.

It was the bitterest weather I remember in this latitude. The ground was

frozen and some snow was falling. General Howell Cobb, the local

commander, met me at the station and took me to his house, which was

also his office. Arrived there, horses appeared, and Cobb said he

supposed that I would desire to ride out and inspect the fortifications,

on which he had been at work all night, as the enemy was twelve miles

north of Macon at noon of the preceding day. I asked what force he had

to defend the place. He stated the number, which was utterly inadequate,

and composed of raw conscripts. Whereupon I declined to look at the

fortifications, and requested him to order work upon them to be stopped,

so that his men could get by a fire, as I then was and intended to

remain. I had observed a movement of stores in passing the railway

station, and now expressed the opinion that Macon was the safest place

in Georgia, and advised Cobb to keep his stores. Here entered General

Mackall, one of Cobb's subordinates, who was personally in charge of the

defensive works, and could not credit the order he had received to stop.

Cobb referred him to me, and I said: "The enemy was but twelve miles

from you at noon of yesterday. Had he intended coming to Macon, you

would have seen him last evening, before you had time to strengthen

works or remove stores." This greatly comforted Cobb, who up to that

moment held me to be a lunatic. Breakfast was suggested, to which I

responded with enthusiasm, having been on short commons for many hours.

While we were enjoying the meal, intelligence was brought that the enemy

had disappeared from the north of Macon and marched eastward. Cobb was

delighted. He pronounced me to be the wisest of generals, and said he

knew nothing of military affairs, but had entered the service from a

sense of duty.

Cobb had been Speaker of the United States House of Representatives, and

Secretary of the Treasury in the administration of President Buchanan.

Beloved and respected in his State, he had been sent to Georgia to

counteract the influence of Governor Joe Brown, who, carrying out the

doctrine of State rights, had placed himself in opposition to President

Davis. Cobb, with his conscripts, had been near Atlanta before Sherman

moved out, and gave me a laughable account of the expeditious manner in

which he and "his little party" got to Macon, just as he was inditing a

superb dispatch to General Lee to inform him of the impossibility of

Sherman's escape.

While we were conversing Governor Brown was announced, as arrived from

Milledgeville, the State capital, forty miles to the northeast. Cobb

remarked that it was awkward; for Governor Brown was the only man in

Georgia to whom he did not speak. But he yielded to the ancient jest,

that for the time being we had best hang together, as there seemed a

possibility of enjoying that amusement separately, and brought the

Governor in, who told me that he had escaped from Milledgeville as the

Federals entered. People said that he had brought off his cow and his

cabbages, and left the State's property to take care of itself. However,

Governor Brown deserves praise at my hands, for he promptly acceded to

all my requests. With him were General Robert Toombs, the most original

of men, and General G.W. Smith, both of whom had been in the Confederate

army. Toombs had resigned to take the place of Adjutant-General of

Georgia; Smith, to superintend some iron works, from which he had been

driven by Sherman's movements, and was now in command of Governor

Brown's "army," composed of men that he had refused to the Confederate

service. This "army" had some hours before marched east toward Savannah,

taking the direct route along the railway. I told the Governor that his

men would be captured unless they were called back at once; and Smith,

who undertook the duty in person, was just in time. "Joe Brown's army"

struck the extreme right of Sherman, and suffered some loss before Smith

could extricate it. To Albany, ninety miles south of Macon, there was a

railway, and some forty miles farther south, across the country,

Thomasville was reached. Here was the terminus of the Savannah and Gulf

Railway, two hundred miles, or thereabouts, southwest of Savannah. This

route I decided to take, and suggested it to the Governor as the only

safe one for his troops. He acquiesced at once, and Toombs promised to

have transportation ready by the time Smith returned. Taking leave of

Cobb, I departed.

Several years after the close of the war General Cobb and I happened to

be in New York, accompanied by our families, but stopping at different

inns. He dined with me, seemed in excellent health and spirits, and

remained to a late hour, talking over former times and scenes. I walked

to his lodgings with him, and promised to call with my wife on Mrs. Cobb

the following day at 1 o'clock. We were there at the hour, when the

servant, in answer to my request to take up our cards, stated that

General Cobb had just fallen dead. I sprang up the stair, and saw his

body lying on the floor of a room, his wife, dazed by the shock, looking

on. A few minutes before he had written a letter and started for the

office of the inn to post it, remarking to his wife that he would return

immediately, as he expected our visit. A step from the threshold, and he

was dead. Thus suddenly passed away one of the most genial and generous

men I have known. His great fortune suffered much by the war, but to the

last he shared its remains with less fortunate friends.

Traveling all night, I reached Thomasville in the early morning, and

found that there was telegraphic communication with General Hardee at

Savannah, whom I informed of my presence and requested to send down

transportation for Governor Brown's troops. There was much delay at

Thomasville, the railway people appearing to think that Sherman was

swarming all over Georgia. At length I discovered an engine and a

freight van, which the officials promised to get ready for me; but they

were dreadfully slow, until Toombs rode into town and speedily woke them

up. Smith returned to Macon after my departure, found transportation

ready for his men, brought them to Albany by rail, and was now marching

to Thomasville. Toombs, who had ridden on in advance, was not satisfied

with Hardee's reply to my dispatch, but took possession of the telegraph

and threatened dire vengeance on superintendents and road masters if

they failed to have the necessary engines and carriages ready in time.

He damned the dawdling creatures who had delayed me to such an extent as

to make them energetic, and my engine appeared, puffing with anxiety to

move. He assured me that he would not be many hours after me at

Savannah, for Smith did not intend to halt on the road, as his men could

rest in the carriages. A man of extraordinary energy, this same Toombs.

Savannah was reached about midnight, and Hardee was awaiting me. A short

conversation cleared the situation and enabled me to send the following

report to General Lee. Augusta, Georgia, held by General Bragg with a

limited force, was no longer threatened, as the enemy had passed south

of it. Sherman, with sixty or seventy thousand men, was moving on the

high ground between the Savannah and Ogeechee Rivers; and as this

afforded a dry, sandy road direct to Savannah, where he would most

readily meet the Federal fleet, it was probable that he would adhere to

it. He might cross the Savannah river forty or fifty miles above and

march on Charleston, but this was hardly to be expected; for, in

addition to the river named, there were several others and a difficult

country to pass before Charleston could be reached, and his desire to

communicate with the fleet by the nearest route and in the shortest time

must be considered. Hardee's force was inadequate to the defense of

Savannah, and he should prepare to abandon the place before he was shut

up. Uniting, Bragg and Hardee should call in the garrison from

Charleston, and all scattered forces along the coast south of

Wilmington, North Carolina, and be prepared to resist Sherman's march

through the Carolinas, which he must be expected to undertake as soon as

he had established a base on the ocean. Before this report was

dispatched, Hardee read and approved it.

Meanwhile scores of absurd rumors about the enemy came in. Places I had

passed within an hour were threatened by heavy columns; others, from

which the enemy was distant a hundred miles, were occupied, etc. But one

of importance did come. The railway from Savannah to Charleston passes

near the coast. The officer commanding at Pocotaligo, midway of the two

places, reported an advance of the enemy from Port Royal, and that he

must abandon his post the following morning unless reenforced. To lose

the Charleston line would seriously interfere with the concentration

just recommended. Hardee said that he could ill spare men, and had no

means of moving them promptly. I bethought me of Toombs, Smith, and

Governor Brown's "army." The energetic Toombs had frightened the railway

people into moving him, and, from his telegrams, might be expected

before dawn. Hardee thought but little of the suggestion, because the

ground of quarrel between Governor Brown and President Davis was the

refusal of the former to allow his guards to serve beyond their state.

However, I had faith in Toombs and Smith. A short distance to the south

of Savannah, on the Gulf road, was a switch by which carriages could be

shunted on to a connection with the Charleston line. I wrote to Toombs

of the emergency, and sent one of Hardee's staff to meet him at the

switch. The governor's army was quietly shunted off and woke up at

Pocotaligo in South Carolina, where it was just in time to repulse the

enemy after a spirited little action, thereby saving the railway.

Doubtless the Georgians, a plucky people, would have responded to an

appeal to leave their State under the circumstances, but Toombs enjoyed

the joke of making them unconscious patriots.

In the past autumn Cassius Clay of Kentucky killed a colored man who had

attacked him. For more than thirty years Mr. Clay had advocated the

abolition of slavery, and at the risk of his life. Dining with Toombs in

New York just after the event, he said to me: "Seen the story about old

Cassius Clay? Been an abolitionist all his days, and ends by shooting a

nigger. I knew he would." A droll fellow is Robert Toombs. Full of

talent and well instructed, he affects quaint and provincial forms of

speech. His influence in Georgia is great, and he is a man to know.

Two days at Savannah served to accomplish the object of my mission, and,

taking leave of Hardee, I returned to my own department. An educated

soldier of large experience, Hardee was among the best of our

subordinate generals, and, indeed, seemed to possess the requisite

qualities for supreme command; but this he steadily refused, alleging

his unfitness for responsibility. Such modesty is not a common American

weakness, and deserves to be recorded. General Hardee's death occurred

after the close of the war.

In this journey through Georgia, at Andersonville, I passed in sight of

a large stockade inclosing prisoners of war. The train stopped for a few

moments, and there entered the carriage, to speak to me, a man who said

his name was _Wirtz_, and that he was in charge of the prisoners near

by. He complained of the inadequacy of his guard and of the want of

supplies, as the adjacent region was sterile and thinly populated. He

also said that the prisoners were suffering from cold, were destitute of

blankets, and that he had not wagons to supply fuel. He showed me

duplicates of requisitions and appeals for relief that he had made to

different authorities, and these I indorsed in the strongest terms

possible, hoping to accomplish some good. I know nothing of this Wirtz,

whom I then met for the first and only time, but he appeared to be

earnest in his desire to mitigate the condition of his prisoners. There

can be but little doubt that his execution was a "sop" to the passions

of the "many-headed."

Returned to Meridian, the situation of Hood in Tennessee absorbed all my

attention. He had fought at Franklin, and was now near Nashville.

Franklin was a bloody affair, in which Hood lost many of his best

officers and troops. The previous evening, at dusk, a Federal column,

retreating north, passed within pistol-shot of Hood's forces, and an

attack on it might have produced results; but it reached strong works at

Franklin, and held them against determined assaults, until night enabled

it to withdraw quietly to Nashville. This mistake may be ascribed to

Hood's want of physical activity, occasioned by severe wounds and

amputations, which might have been considered before he was assigned to

command. Maurice of Saxe won Fontenoy in a litter, unable from disease

to mount his horse; but in war it is hazardous to convert exceptions

into rules.

Notwithstanding his frightful loss at Franklin, Hood followed the enemy

to Nashville, and took position south of the place, where he remained

ten days or more. It is difficult to imagine what objects he had in

view. The town was open to the north, whence the Federal commander,

Thomas, was hourly receiving reenforcements, while he had none to hope

for. His plans perfected and his reenforcements joined, Thomas moved,

and Hood was driven off; and, had the Federal general possessed dash

equal to his tenacity and caution, one fails to see how Hood could have

brought man or gun across the Tennessee River. It is painful to

criticise Hood's conduct of this campaign. Like Ney, "the bravest of the

brave," he was a splendid leader in battle, and as a brigade or division

commander unsurpassed; but, arrived at higher rank, he seems to have

been impatient of control, and openly disapproved of Johnston's conduct

of affairs between Dalton and Atlanta. Unwillingness to obey is often

interpreted by governments into capacity for command.

Reaching the southern bank of the Tennessee, Hood asked to be relieved,

and a telegraphic order assigned me to the duty. At Tupelo, on the

Mobile and Ohio Railway, a hundred and odd miles north of Meridian, I

met him and the remains of his army. Within my experience were assaults

on positions, in which heavy losses were sustained without success; but

the field had been held--retreats, but preceded by repulse of the foe

and followed by victory. This was my first view of a beaten army, an

army that for four years had shown a constancy worthy of the "Ten

Thousand"; and a painful sight it was. Many guns and small arms had been

lost, and the ranks were depleted by thousands of prisoners and missing.

Blankets, shoes, clothing, and accouterments were wanting. I have

written of the unusual severity of the weather in the latter part of

November, and it was now near January. Some men perished by frost; many

had the extremities severely bitten. Fleming, the active superintendent

mentioned, strained the resources of his railway to transport the troops

to the vicinity of Meridian, where timber for shelter and fuel was

abundant and supplies convenient; and every energy was exerted to

reequip them.

Sherman was now in possession of Savannah, but an interior line of rail

by Columbus, Macon, and Augusta, Georgia, and Columbia, South Carolina,

was open. Mobile was not immediately threatened, and was of inferior

importance as compared with the safety of Lee's army at Petersburg.

Unless a force could be interposed between Sherman and Lee's rear, the

game would be over when the former moved. Accordingly, I dispatched to

General Lee the suggestion of sending the "Army of Tennessee" to North

Carolina, where Johnston had been restored to command. He approved, and

directed me to send forward the men as rapidly as possible. I had long

dismissed all thought of the future. The duty of a soldier in the field

is simple--to fight until stopped by the civil arm of his government, or

his government has ceased to exist; and military men have usually come

to grief by forgetting this simple duty.

Forrest had fought and worked hard in this last Tennessee campaign, and

his division of cavalry was broken down. By brigades it was distributed

to different points in the prairie and cane-brake regions, where forage

could be had, and I hoped for time to restore the cattle and refit the

command. With our limited resources of transportation, it was a slow

business to forward troops to Johnston in North Carolina; but at length

it was accomplished, and the month of March came round to raise the

curtain for the last act of the bloody drama. Two clouds appeared on the

horizon of my department. General Canby, a steady soldier, whom I had

long known, had assumed command of all the Federal forces in the

southwest, and was concentrating fifty thousand men at Fort Morgan and

Pensacola against Mobile. In northern Alabama General Wilson had ten

thousand picked mounted men ready for an expedition. At Selma was a

foundry, where the best ordnance I have seen was made of Briarsfield

iron, from a furnace in the vicinity; and, as this would naturally

attract the enemy's attention to Selma, I endeavored to prepare for him.

The Cahawba River, from the northeast, enters the Alabama below Selma,

north of which it separates the barren mineral region from the fertile

lands of the river basin; and at its crossing I directed Forrest to

concentrate.

Wilson, with the smallest body, would probably move first; and, once

disposed of, Forrest could be sent south of the Alabama River to delay

Canby and prolong the defense of Mobile. For a hundred miles north of

the gulf the country is sterile, pine forest on a soil of white sand;

but the northern end of the Montgomery and Pensacola Railway was in our

possession, and would enable us to transport supplies. In a conference

with Maury at Mobile I communicated the above to him, as I had

previously to Forrest, and hastened to Selma. Distributed for forage,

and still jaded by hard work, Forrest ordered his brigades to the

Cahawba crossing, leading one in person. His whole force would have been

inferior to Wilson's, but he was a host in himself, and a dangerous

adversary to meet at any reasonable odds.

Our information of the enemy had proved extremely accurate; but in this

instance the Federal commander moved with unusual rapidity, and threw

out false signals. Forrest, with one weak brigade, was in the path; but

two of his brigadiers permitted themselves to be deceived by reports of

the enemy's movements toward Columbus, Mississippi, and turned west,

while another went into camp under some misconception of orders. Forrest

fought as if the world depended on his arm, and sent to advise me of the

deceit practiced on two of his brigades, but hoped to stop the enemy if

he could get up the third, the absence of which he could not account

for. I directed such railway plant as we had to be moved out on the

roads, retaining a small yard engine to take me off at the last moment.

There was nothing more to be done. Forrest appeared, horse and man

covered with blood, and announced the enemy at his heels, and that I

must move at once to escape capture. I felt anxious for him, but he said

he was unhurt and would cut his way through, as most of his men had

done, whom he had ordered to meet him west of the Cahawba. My engine

started toward Meridian, and barely escaped. Before headway was attained

the enemy was upon us, and capture seemed inevitable. Fortunately, the

group of horsemen near prevented their comrades from firing, so we had

only to risk a fusillade from a dozen, who fired wild. The driver and

stoker, both negroes, were as game as possible, and as we thundered

across Cahawba bridge, all safe, raised a loud "Yah! yah!" of triumph,

and smiled like two sable angels. Wilson made no delay at Selma, but,

crossing the Alabama River, pushed on to Montgomery, and thence into

Georgia. I have never met this General Wilson, whose soldierly qualities

are entitled to respect; for of all the Federal expeditions of which I

have any knowledge, his was the best conducted.

It would have been useless to pursue Wilson, had there been troops

disposable, as many hundred miles intervened between him and North

Carolina, where Johnston commanded the nearest Confederate forces, too

remote to be affected by his movements. Canby was now before the eastern

defenses of Mobile, and it was too late to send Forrest to that quarter.

He was therefore directed to draw together and reorganize his division

near Meridian.

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