Coming Fury, Volume 1 (67 page)

In this, the Federal government’s insistence that states’ rights meant nothing whatever when opposed to the rights of the nation was carried a long step further. In Maryland the government had choked off secession by sending in troops, by suspending civil rights, and by standing ready to imprison the state legislature if necessary. In Missouri it had made war on the troops of a state which had not seceded and had driven the legal governor off in desperate flight. Now it would calmly break a state in half, turning to its own advantage a hump-backed act of secession which was even more irregular than the original act of secession which Washington was fighting to suppress. It was giving the war a shape—this early, with serious fighting not yet begun—which would make a compromise peace, a settlement by negotiation, all but impossible.

That the Confederate cause had had a serious set-back was quickly recognized in Richmond. Hurried efforts were made to get more troops over into the Kanawha Valley, where the city of Charleston was occupied by the Federals on July 25; if the invaders could not be driven out, they must at least be kept from coming any farther. (Before long, Lee himself would be sent over the mountains to take charge of things.) Jedediah Hotchkiss, a talented Confederate engineer who would become one of Stonewall Jackson’s most trusted aides, wrote after the war that this West Virginia campaign gave the Federals lasting advantages. Washington now controlled navigation in all the headwaters of the Ohio, had control of valuable coal and salt mines, and could establish
advance military posts which would be a problem to the Confederacy throughout the war. From these posts, said Hotchkiss, the Federals were constantly threatening “Virginia’s interior lines of communication through the Great Valley and the lead mines, salt works, coal mines, blast furnaces, foundries and other important industrial establishments in and near the grand source of military supplies, thus requiring the detaching of large numbers of troops to watch these Federal movements.” In addition, Virginia had lost much territory, important revenues, and a good recruiting ground for troops; and, finally, the “bogus government” at Wheeling was strengthened and made permanent.
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A collateral gain was that the North now had an authentic military hero in General McClellan. Good stay-at-home patriots who had been uneasy because the war seemed to be going so slowly had something to cheer about, and they dazzled themselves by the tributes they paid. The Louisville
Journal
probably spoke for most Unionists when it published a breathless, starry-eyed tribute, saying that McClellan’s victory was like a perfect work of art that left nothing to be desired in conception or in execution. “McClellan set out to accomplish a certain definite object,” said the
Journal
. “With that precise object in view he gathers his forces and plans his campaign. Onward he moves, and neither wood, mountain nor stream checks his march. He presses forward from skirmish to skirmish, but nothing decoys or diverts or forces him from the trail of the enemy.… There is something extremely satisfactory in contemplating what might be called a piece of finished military workmanship by a master hand.”
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Many others were singing the same song. Whatever else might happen, General McClellan was obviously destined for a higher command.

Federal officers began to understand that being part of an army of occupation brings subsidiary problems. During their stay in the mountain valleys the Confederate troops had impressed supplies with a free hand, doing it all the more roughly because the farmers they were despoiling were arrant Unionists. Now those who had been despoiled were coming to the Federal authorities demanding justice and compensation; they came, as one quartermaster officer wrote, “like so many hungry wolves, with a pertinacity that knew no bounds.” As a sample, this officer mentioned a claim for
$625.15 presented by one Lewis Stoops, from the town of Jackson. Stoops claimed damages for the loss of his house, five apple trees, two plum trees, and two peach trees, along with “bedsteds, chears & table, and other Furniture,” various tools, a clock, a brass kettle, a set of harness, and the loss of his crop, and he set forth his grievance breathlessly: “Sir, the within account is the amt of Damages I sustained by the infernal secession outbrake at Jackson, and would be glad if you can intersead in refunding back my losses, the Rebles called on me to fight for the South, as I was a Southern man, I told them Nay, they made me leave my home, then I enlisted. They then burnt my House and I am now in the service of the United States service.”
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The Federals also began to learn about bushwhackers—Southern-minded residents who took to the woods with rifle and ammunition, sometimes organizing into bands that broke telegraph lines, tore up railway tracks, burned bridges, and ambushed supply wagons, sometimes operating alone, shooting straggling soldiers or Unionist civilians impartially and in general making life a burden for everyone. An indignant Federal officer, somewhat biased, wrote that the average bushwhacker “kills for the sake of killing and plunders for the love of gain,” and said that “parties of these ferocious beasts, under cover of darkness, frequently steal into a neighborhood, burn the residences of loyal citizens, rob stores, tan yards, and farmhouses of everything they can put to use, especially arms, ammunition, leather, clothing, bedding and salt.”
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West Virginia was in fact learning what Missouri was learning, what Kentucky and Tennessee would learn a bit later—that the fabled war between brothers could take a very ugly turn when it was brought down to isolated neighborhoods where people had divided minds and quick tempers.

Among the officers to whom the Confederate government gave the task of repairing the damage west of the mountains was the former governor of Virginia, Henry A. Wise. Wise was a brigadier general now, he was popular in the western part of the state, he had been raising a body of troops known as Wise’s Legion, and he was sent west to make war. He would find himself, before long, in bitter rivalry with John B. Floyd, the former Secretary of War, who was also a brigadier general, who was also raising troops and making
war west of the mountains, and who out-ranked General Wise; and the sharp antagonism between these two ardent patriots would create a problem that would add gray hairs to the head of General Lee, who presently was given the almost impossible task of trying to get the two men to work in double harness.

General Wise was all for the war, but he could see that terrible times lay just ahead. Shortly before he went west he addressed an audience in Richmond in strange, impassioned words touched with a grim prophetic fury. He rejoiced that the war had come, he said, because it would be a war of purification.

“You want war, fire, blood to purify you,” he cried, “and the Lord of Hosts has demanded that you should walk through fire and blood. You are called to the fiery baptism, and I call upon you to come up to the altar.”
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Wise had been governor of Virginia when old John Brown made his terrifying descent on Harper’s Ferry. Wise had gone to the scene, had talked to the wolf-like prisoner, had seen to it that he was tried, convicted and hanged; and in what he said now there was the strongest echo of John Brown’s last words. Facing the scaffold, Brown wrote a hard warning: “I, John Brown, am now quite
certain
that the crimes of this
guilty
land will never be purged
away
but with blood.” John Brown had seen it; now Henry Wise was seeing the same thing. All men would see it, as they took the road toward the fiery altar.

The first session of the thirty-seventh Congress of the United States met in Washington on July 4. This Congress had been called in haste to convene at leisure. President Lincoln had ordered a special session immediately after the surrender of Fort Sumter, but he had given it eighty days to assemble. These days having passed, the Congress finally was meeting, and Cincinnati Editor Murat Halstead wrote moodily that neither Congress nor the capital city looked quite as it had when the last session ended.

Washington itself was so full of soldiers that the uniformed
crowds, the dusty lines of military wagons, the hurrying officious colonels and couriers, had ceased to be a novelty. The bright new uniforms were beginning to be stained with sweat and dirt, gilt shoulder straps were becoming tarnished, the baggy red pants of the Zouaves “look as if they had been used to swab the guns at the Navy yard”; there had been no military action here, no advance, nothing to stir the blood and create excitement, and Washington had concluded that “masses of soldiers, in a state of stagnation, are not especially interesting.”

Congress had lost something, too, legislators in the mass being, basically, no more interesting than soldiers. Specifically, Congress had lost its fire-eaters: the cotton-belt statesmen, the picturesque and aggressive Southerners who had dominated the scene for so long. Even their opponents would miss these men. “What,” asked Halstead, “will our New England brethren do without an opportunity of denouncing the peculiar institution in the presence of its devotees?”
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As it happened, the brethren would make out fairly well, for slavery still had defenders here; among them John C. Breckinridge, still a Senator from Kentucky, which was as much a part of the Union as Ohio or Massachusetts. Yet something had come to an end. This Congress was new, and different, and what was said in it about slavery would be said in a different way, with different results.

The attack on slavery was no longer a mere exercise in forensics. Men who had recently been colleagues, joining in that exercise, giving and taking blows in hot debate without arousing deep personal antagonisms, had at last become avowed enemies. It was beginning to be hard for Unionists who distrusted slavery all along to escape the feeling that the argument over slavery touched something so fundamental and dangerous that it must eventually create a deadly and permanent hostility. A debate on slavery now must, inevitably, be in one way or another a debate on the way in which the Union itself could be saved. The old days were gone forever. Never again could the fight about slavery be carried on as it had been carried on in the days before slavery’s principal spokesmen had abandoned the arena.

There still were optimists; men who had hopes, not merely for the Congress of the United States, but for the national peace itself,
for the restoration of good feeling and the dissolution of destructive angers. Among these was the chaplain of the House of Representatives, the Reverend Mr. T. H. Stockton, who offered prayer as the new session opened.

“Oh Lord our God,” he intoned, “if there must be war—oh, that there might be peace!—but if there must be war, if Thou dost indeed ordain and sanction war, may it not be a bloody and ruinous war. May it rather be an armed, mighty, irresistible migration—a migration of true love …”
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It was a vain hope. The immense enthusiasm that had swept across both North and South after the Fort Sumter bombardment was at bottom a demand for action. The armies must meet, head-on, to fight it out. A Washington reporter who was passing advice along to Samuel L. M. Barlow, the New York Democratic leader and man of affairs, was writing this spring that the Lincoln administration could not conceivably resist the public pressure for a vast military campaign; if it tried to resist, he believed, there would be a military dictatorship. The people of the North, in short, wanted a fight; the
National Intelligencer
, a pro-Union paper, long established, was losing so many subscribers because of its moderate position that its proprietor felt he must change his editorial policy or go out of business. “They who labor for a peaceful adjustment,” warned Barlow’s correspondent, “must calmly await the ebb of the Deluge.… Reason & moral courage must remain as yet in abeyance if they would render politic & efficient service.”
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Saturnine Count Gurowski, that frequently self-deceived observer, asserted that Seward himself still hoped for compromise. Seward, said Gurowski, “disbelieved in the terrible earnestness of the struggle,” and continued to hope that “he shall be able to patch up the quarrel.” Seward was a moral dictator, who led Lincoln by the hand and, “having complete hold of the President, weakens Lincoln’s mind by using it in hunting after comparatively paltry expedients.”
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Gurowski did not quite know what was going on. Lincoln was out of his leading strings; he would address Congress now, and from his address and what it evoked in Congress would emerge the shape of the war itself. It would slowly become evident that when they committed themselves at last to secession, not as a threat but as an accomplished fact armed for violence, the devoted men
who wanted to preserve the Southern way of life had made a tactical error. The ultimate fate of their cause would be largely determined by what was done in Washington. Leaving Washington forever, they had fatally surrendered the initiative. Now their enemies would seize it.

The Republicans had firm control over both houses of Congress. Of forty-eight Senators, they now had thirty-two; of 176 in the House, they had 106. The House began by electing Galusha Grow, of Pennsylvania, speaker. (His chief opponent was the same Frank Blair who had labored so powerfully, and so irregularly, for the Federal cause in Missouri.) Grow made his own warlike position clear in a brief address in which he declared that “if the republic is to be dismembered and the sun of its liberty must go out in endless night, let it set amid the roar of cannon and the din of battle, when there is no longer an arm to strike or a heart to bleed in its cause.”
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Then, on July 5, the two houses met in joint session to hear a message from the President of the United States.

In the message which he sent up to the Capitol, Mr. Lincoln had a good deal to say. He had done a great many extraordinary things since Congress last met, and now he must give an accounting. Specifically, he had called out the militia; he had blockaded the ports of the seceded states; he had called for 42,000 volunteers for three-year terms; he had authorized an increase of 22,000 in the regular army and of 18,000 men in the navy; he had authorized suspension of the writ of habeas corpus; and he had committed the government to the expenditure of large sums. It might not be necessary for Congress to give formal approval to all of these steps; men like Senator Breckinridge argued that it could not and there were Unionists who argued that it should not, since doing it might imply that the actions had originally been illegal. But at least a tacit approval was needed. The President had to be sure Congress would go along.