"We do use up a lot of ammunition feeling around for where the other fellow is, and that"s a fact," Richardson said. "A good thing he"s doing the same with us, or we"d be in the soup."
"Who learns first how to find the range to the enemy"s guns will a large advantage have in the war where this happens," Schlieffen said.
Nods went up and down the table. Oliver Richardson said, "When they"re in sight, a rangefinder like the ones the Navy uses would do some good. But land isn"t flat, the way water is. Guns can hide almost anywhere, and shoot from behind hills, as you say, Colonel. I"d like to see the boys in the ironclads cope with that."
The discussion grew technical. As far as Frederick Dougla.s.s was concerned, the discussion grew boring. Changing only the subject of the conversation and not its tone, the soldiers, hashing over the best ways to blow up their foes at enormous distances, might as readily have been steamboat engineers hashing over the best ways to wring a few extra horsepower out of a high-pressure engine.
Stifling a yawn, Dougla.s.s shifted in his seat. But before he could rise, General Willc.o.x held up a forefinger. "Something I was meaning to ask you, sir," the commander of the Army of the Ohio said. "What was it, now? Oh, yes, I have it: during your captivity, did you have any occasion to speak with men of your race held in servitude in the Confederate States?"
Dougla.s.s settled himself firmly once more. "No, General, I did not. I wish I had had such an occasion, but it was denied me. My captors went to such lengths to prevent me from having any intercourse with my own people that, until I was returned to this side of the fighting line, I had all my meals from the hands of white soldiers detailed for the task. Appreciating the irony of having white servants at my beck and call perhaps more than the Confederate authorities would have done, I refrained from pointing it out to them, although I have every intention of prominently mentioning it in one of my future pieces on the experience."
"They were so afraid you"d corrupt their n.i.g.g.e.rs, eh?" Richardson said. He found himself in a predicament that must have been awkward for him: Dougla.s.s had seen how he despised Negroes, but he also despised the Confederate States of America. Juggling those two loathings had to keep him on his toes.
"If, Captain, by corrupting you mean instilling the desire for freedom into the heart of any Negro" Negro"-Dougla.s.s stressed the proper word-"upon whom I might have chanced, then I should say you are correct. Should you desire to construe the word in any other sense, I must respectfully ask that you choose another instead."
"That is what I meant, close enough," Richardson said. Dougla.s.s sighed a small sigh. No point to taking it further. None of the officers at the table, not even General Willc.o.x, had noticed that Richardson had called Dougla.s.s" brothers in bondage n.i.g.g.e.rs-had, in effect, called him a n.i.g.g.e.r, too.
No. Colonel Schlieffen had noticed. The mournful eyes in that nondescript face held sympathy for Dougla.s.s. Schlieffen, of course, was a foreigner. None of the U.S. officers at the table had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Frederick Dougla.s.s wished that surprised him more. Had he really escaped from captivity after all, or only from the name of it and not from the thing itself?
Brakes squealed, iron grinding against iron. Sparks flew up from the rails, putting General Thomas Jackson in mind of distant muzzle flashes seen by night. The train was a special, laid on by order of President Longstreet. No conductor came down the aisle shouting, "Richmond! All out for Richmond!" Jackson"s was the only Pullman behind the engine and tender.
Gaslights turned the Richmond and Danville Railroad depot bright as day. Under that yellowish light, a captain stood waiting. He sprang to attention when Jackson emerged from his car. "Sir, I have a carriage waiting for you right over yonder. You"re in less than half an hour later than you were scheduled to get here; President Longstreet will be waiting up for you."
"Very well-take me to him," Jackson said. Part of him-the frivolous part he"d been fighting all his life-wished the train had been hours late, so Longstreet would have gone to bed and he would have been able to spend the night in the bosom of his family and to see the president in the morning. But duty came first. "The president would not have summoned me had he not reckoned the matter urgent. Let us go without delay."
The captain saluted. "Yes, sir. If you"ll just follow me-" As he"d promised, the carriage waited just beyond the glow of the gaslights. He stood aside to let Jackson precede him up into it, then spoke to the old Negro holding the reins: "The president"s residence."
"Yes, suh." The driver tipped his top hat, clucked to the horses, and flicked the leather straps. The carriage began to roll. Every so often, Jackson saw men in uniform on the streets of Richmond. But he might well have done that in peacetime, too, here in the capital of his nation. From the spectacle that met his eyes, he could not have proved the Confederate States were at war.
"Did you have a good trip, sir?" the captain escorting him asked.
"Middling," he replied. "As travel goes, it went well enough. I should be lying, however, if I said I was eager to leave Louisville with the fight unsettled." He glared at the young officer as if it were his fault. As he"d hoped, that glare suppressed further questions until the carriage had rattled up Shockoe Hill to the presidential mansion.
"Good to see you, General," G. Moxley Sorrel said, as if Jackson had come round from the War Department rather than from Louisville. "Go right in, sir. The president is waiting for you." That That was out of the ordinary. Jackson couldn"t remember the last time he hadn"t had to cool his heels in the anteroom while Longstreet finished dealing with whoever was in his office ahead of the general-in-chief. was out of the ordinary. Jackson couldn"t remember the last time he hadn"t had to cool his heels in the anteroom while Longstreet finished dealing with whoever was in his office ahead of the general-in-chief.
This time, Longstreet was going through papers when Jackson came in. "You made good time," he said, rising to shake Jackson"s hand. "Sit down, sit down. Make yourself comfortable. Can I shout for coffee?"
"Thank you, Your Excellency. Coffee would be most welcome." As usual, Jackson sat rigidly erect, taking no notice of the chair"s soft, almost teasing efforts to seduce him into a more relaxed posture. Longstreet didn"t shout for coffee; he rang a bell. The steaming brew appeared with commendable promptness. Jackson spooned sugar into his cup, sipped, nodded, and said, "And now, sir, may I inquire what was so urgent as to require removing me from the sight of my command without the battle"s end in sight?"
Longstreet drank some coffee, too, before asking, "Do you expect the Yankees to break through while you"re away?"
"I do not expect them to break through at all," Jackson snapped. Longstreet only smiled at him. After a moment, he had the grace to look sheepish. "Very well, Your Excellency: I take your point. Perhaps my absence will not unduly imperil the front. Nevertheless-"
"Nevertheless, I wanted you here, General." Longstreet took a president"s privilege and overrode him. "Conferring by telegraph is far too c.u.mbersome. Were the telephone improved to the point where I could remain in Richmond and you in Louisville, that might serve, but we must deal with life as it is, not with life as we wish it were or as it may be ten years or fifty years from now."
"I do take the point, Mr. President, I a.s.sure you," Jackson said. When Longstreet said conferring conferring, he often meant lecturing lecturing. Like a lot of clever men, he enjoyed hearing himself talk. Jackson had not seen him anywhere near so happy when listening to someone else.
And the president kept right on talking. What came from his lips, though, was praise for Jackson, to which the Confederate general-in-chief was not averse to listening: "You did exactly the right thing when you wired me after Frederick Dougla.s.s fell into your hands. Next to holding the Yankees" first a.s.sault at Louisville, sending that telegram may well prove your most important action in the entire campaign."
"That"s very kind of you, Your Excellency, but surely you exaggerate," Jackson said.
"I do not! In no particular do I overstate the case." Longstreet began ticking off possibilities on his fingers. "Had the soldiers who captured him shot him on realizing who and what he was, we might have claimed he was killed in the fighting. Had they lynched him after realizing who and what he was-"
"A fate he nearly suffered," Jackson broke in.
"I believe that." Longstreet shuddered. "Had they done it, I should have had to punish them and publish to the world that they had done the infamous act without authorization from anyone higher in rank. And had you you hanged him, General"-the president of the CSA frowned most severely-"that would have been very bad. I don"t know how I could have repaired it." hanged him, General"-the president of the CSA frowned most severely-"that would have been very bad. I don"t know how I could have repaired it."
"Mr. President, you are starting at shadows," Jackson said. "Dougla.s.s"-he"d forgotten about saying Mister Mister Dougla.s.s-"is a prominent figure in the United States, but his prominence does not translate into popularity." Dougla.s.s-"is a prominent figure in the United States, but his prominence does not translate into popularity."
"What you say is true, so far as it goes," Longstreet agreed, nodding his majestic head. "It does not go far enough. You see over the hill to the battle just ahead, but not to the larger fight three weeks later and half a state away."
"Enlighten me, then," Jackson said, more than a little testily. He knew he was no match for Longstreet as a politician, but did not enjoy having his nose rubbed in the fact.
Almost to his disappointment, Longstreet did did enlighten him: "As you say, Dougla.s.s is not nearly so popular as he would wish in the USA. He embarra.s.ses his countrymen by reminding them they lost the War of Secession, an unpalatable fact on which they would sooner not dwell. But Dougla.s.s is popular in France, and he is extremely popular in England, and has been for upwards of thirty years. We would have had an easier time explaining to the United States how we had killed one of their citizens than explaining to our allies how we had come to kill a man they revere." enlighten him: "As you say, Dougla.s.s is not nearly so popular as he would wish in the USA. He embarra.s.ses his countrymen by reminding them they lost the War of Secession, an unpalatable fact on which they would sooner not dwell. But Dougla.s.s is popular in France, and he is extremely popular in England, and has been for upwards of thirty years. We would have had an easier time explaining to the United States how we had killed one of their citizens than explaining to our allies how we had come to kill a man they revere."
"Ah. Now I see it plain." Jackson dipped his head to the president. "I humbly beg your pardon, Your Excellency: in such matters your mind does cast a wider net than mine."
"Each cat his own rat," Longstreet said. That was not quite the same as admitting Jackson made a better soldier than he, but it came close enough to keep the general-in-chief from being offended. Then the president of the CSA leaned forward and asked, "And how did you find Dougla.s.s, General?"
He might almost have taken that curiously avid tone had he asked Jackson about a lewd photograph or something else at the same time illicit and attractive. After meeting the Negro agitator, Jackson understood why. "He is a ... formidable man, Your Excellency," he answered after a pause spent groping for a word that fit.
"That I believe," Longstreet said.
But Jackson, once begun with his judgment, would not give over until he had completed it: "Were all men of his race endowed with gifts even approaching those he possesses, we should never have succeeded in holding them in bondage."
"I believe that, too, but they are not so endowed. I have read much of his work," Longstreet said. Jackson blinked, startled. The president saw the blink and laughed. "Do you not favor knowing the enemy, General?"
"Mm," Jackson said. "Put that way, yes, sir."
"Having done so, I will say, within the confines of these four walls and these four ears, that few white men are endowed with gifts even approaching his. In any public setting, of course, I should say nothing of the sort."
"I understand, Your Excellency," Jackson said. And he did. The Confederate Const.i.tution mandated free speech, but no one used that mandate to proclaim the Negro"s equality to the white man, let alone his superiority over him.
"As I say, you did the nation a good turn by your forbearance," Longstreet said. "I have received cables from both London and Paris thanking and congratulating us for our prompt release of Dougla.s.s. I am convinced it has made our allies more willing to play an active part in the fight against the USA."
"They certainly have done that of late," Jackson said with a smile. Now he told of the blows on his fingers: "Boston, New York, the Great Lakes, Los Angeles-nice to find the French doing something-San Francisco, that town up in Washington Territory-"
"Seattle." Longstreet supplied the name.
"Thank you, Mr. President. And this invasion of Montana Territory is one more stroke against which the Yankees will be hard pressed to find an effective response."
"Ah. I see you have not heard the latest." A smile broke through Longstreet"s beard like the sun breaking through clouds. "No fault of yours, General-you"ve been on the train. But this morning British and Canadian troops crossed over the border from New Brunswick into Maine."
"Maine?" Jackson shivered theatrically. "Brr! Why would anyone want it? Give me Mexico any day. Or, seen from Canada, does Maine look warm?"
"There"s a-chilling thought," Longstreet said with a smile. "But there are two excellent reasons for invading it. One is that the border, which was not settled until the 1840s, was not settled altogether to England"s satisfaction. And the other"-the smile got wider, as if the president was inviting Jackson to share the joke-"the other is that Maine is President Blaine"s home state, which makes the invasion doubly humiliating to him."
"Ah," Jackson said, appreciating the beauty of it.
With a certain savage satisfaction, Longstreet went on, "When I last offered President Blaine peace on the status quo ante belium status quo ante belium, he refused not least on the grounds that the United States were undefeated. If I make him the same offer again, he will have a harder time putting forward that claim."
"He certainly would," Jackson said with a chuckle. Then he checked himself and studied the president of the Confederate States. "Your Excellency, are you thinking of renewing that offer?"
Longstreet"s big, leonine head went up and down. "I am. Along with the matter of Dougla.s.s, gaining your opinion of such a move was the other reason I asked you to come here. My view is that at this time no one in the USA or anywhere else in the world could possibly believe we would offer peace because we are weak rather than because we are strong. How say you?"
"Our Lord did say, "Blessed are the peacemakers," "Jackson answered, "but I must tell you that I would prefer to see the United States pay a high price for starting a war over something that was none of their proper concern in the first place."
"Having to give up the war while gaining nothing, and having to recognize our right to Chihuahua and Sonora, to prevent which acquisitions they went to war in the first place, should be price enough, don"t you think?" Longstreet asked. "The United States have now twice elected Republican presidents, twice gone to war with us almost immediately thereafter, and twice failed in mortifying fashion to achieve their purpose. Based on that, General, how long do you reckon it will be before they elect a third Republican president?"
"Sooner than you think, perhaps, Mr. President, if you let them down too gently," Jackson said.
"Are you saying I should not do this?" Longstreet looked unhappy, as he did when anyone disagreed with him. "They are are there, General." He pointed north. "They will be there. We cannot subdue and occupy them. Now they see they cannot subdue and occupy us. Is it not enough?" there, General." He pointed north. "They will be there. We cannot subdue and occupy them. Now they see they cannot subdue and occupy us. Is it not enough?"
Air hissed out between Jackson"s teeth. "Put that way-" He was not happy himself, nor anywhere close, but the president had a point. Grudgingly, he said, "Perhaps it could be tried."
"I knew you"d see it my way." Now Longstreet was all smiles. Why not? Why not? Jackson thought. Jackson thought. He"s got what he wanted He"s got what he wanted.
Brakes squealed, iron grinding against iron. Sparks flew up from the rails. Brevet Brigadier General George Custer turned to his brother and said, "Reminds you of muzzle flashes in a night battle, doesn"t it, Tom?"
Major Tom Custer shrugged. "n.o.body"s trying to kill us, not yet, unless it"s the railroad line."
The conductor stuck his head into the car that carried the Fifth Cavalry"s officers. "Great Falls!" he shouted. "All out for Great Falls!"
Custer shifted in the seat he"d occupied far too long. Something in his back gave a sharp click. He let out a sigh of relief. "That"s a little better, anyhow. The railroads," he muttered. "Ah, the railroads. How I do love it when the faster way to go from hither to yon is around three sides of a square."
He stretched again. Despite that welcome click, his back remained unhappy. To get from Salt Lake City to Great Falls, his regiment had had to travel back past Denver, then up through Nebraska, into the Black Hills country of Dakota Territory, clipping a corner of Wyoming Territory before they finally entered Montana. And that had been a while ago; Montana itself was a big place.
"G.o.d"s own luck it"s not General Gordon and the British army meeting us here," he grumbled. "Wouldn"t that be fine?-to get sh.e.l.led and shot up as we were trying to leave the train, I mean."
"Happened a couple of times during the last war, didn"t it, Autie?" his brother said. "But you"re right-it"s not what I"d want to do for fun. We"re blasted lucky the Mormons didn"t greet us that way when we got to Utah."
"Oh, don"t I know it." Custer got to his feet as the train slowed to a stop. "Well, let"s get ourselves disembarked and on the move. The sooner we set to marching, the sooner we can send the d.a.m.ned-the dashed-Englishmen back over the border with their tails between their legs."
He was the first one out of the car. Back in the days when he was a mere colonel, others might have tried to leave ahead of him-more likely Tom than anyone else. But those shiny stars on his shoulder straps froze the rest of the officers in their seat till he had gone by. A general A general he thought, and walked straighten he thought, and walked straighten I"m a general I"m a general.
Down to the ground he sprang, boots scuffing on gravel. An infantry colonel stood there waiting to greet him, a blond man a few years older than he was and weathered leathery by sun and wind and snow. "Welcome to Montana, General Custer," he said, saluting.
His voice was familiar, even if his face hadn"t been at first glance. Custer looked again and did a double take. "Henry Welton, you son of a gun!" he exclaimed, and clasped the other man"s hand. "I"d heard you were up in these parts, but it went clean out of my head in the rush to get here from Salt Lake City. By thunder, it"s grand to see you again. Been a long time, hasn"t it?"
"Since we were a couple of McClellan"s bright young men? Almost twenty years," Welton said. "That one didn"t turn out the way we wanted it to. Here"s hoping we do better this time around."
"Amen, and we"d better," Custer said. He grabbed his brother by the arm. "Henry, did you ever meet Tom here?" When Welton shook his head, Custer went on more formally: "Colonel Welton, I"d like to present to you my younger brother, Major Tom Custer. Tom, Henry Welton and I both served together at Little Mac"s headquarters in our Army of the Potomac days."
"Very pleased to meet you, sir," Tom said.
"And you, Major." Welton lowered his voice as he spoke to George Custer once more: "And after all that Army of the Potomac duty, how did you find serving under Brigadier General John Pope?"
"As a matter of fact, that went better than I"d thought it would," Custer answered. "We differed, naturally, in our views of General McClellan, but discovered a common aversion to the Latter-Day Saints and another to the abilities and characters, such as they are, of Abraham Lincoln." He stiffened. "Speak of the devil! There he is on the platform. I thought I"d never set eyes on that G.o.dd.a.m.ned old undertaker again"-he forgot about dashed dashed and other euphemisms-"after we sent him packing from Salt Lake City." and other euphemisms-"after we sent him packing from Salt Lake City."
"He"s been up here most of the time since, trying to raise trouble," Welton answered. "He managed it in Helena, but he hasn"t had such good luck in Great Falls ... Christ, here he comes. What does he want with us?"
Lincoln towered over Henry Welton and both Custers. Tipping his hat to George, he said, "I know you find my good wishes superfluous, Colonel Cus-" He caught himself. He was an observant man. "Excuse me-General Custer. Congratulations. In any case, I do hope you enjoy all good fortune in driving the invader back from our soil." Custer. Congratulations. In any case, I do hope you enjoy all good fortune in driving the invader back from our soil."
"I aim to do exactly that, Mr. Lincoln," Custer said. "And when I have done it, and when our great nation is once more free to turn to the things of peace, I expect you, sir, will go right on setting cla.s.s against cla.s.s and preaching hatred and strife until they plant you in the ground."
"I preach neither of those things," Lincoln said quietly. "I preach justice and equality for all men in the United States."
"Yes, for the Mormons," Custer jeered. "We gave them justice and equality, all right-they were plenty equal at the end of a rope."
Lincoln"s long, sad face grew longer and sadder. "I had already heard of that. May it not come back to haunt us."
"Pah! You care for the Mormons more than for the decent citizens of the United States." With a fine show of contempt, Custer turned his back. "I"ve wasted enough time. Now to get this regiment moving." Behind him, he heard Lincoln walk away. The ex-president"s step was that of a much younger man, firm and regular. As long as he was leaving, Custer didn"t care what he sounded like.
Cavalry troopers filed out of the cars behind the one housing the regimental officers. They hurried back to the freight cars that held their mounts. From one freight car emerged not horses but the regiment"s Gatling guns and limbers, carefully guided down special, extra-wide ramps by their crews.
"Heavens!" Henry Welton"s eyebrows rose in surprise. "You"ve got enough of those contraptions, don"t you?"
"Enough and to spare," Custer answered, not altogether happily. "I had two in Kansas, and went down into Indian Territory and did good work with them. After my regiment got sent to Utah to help overawe the Mormons, the other half dozen were attached to me, for no better reason than that the first two had done good work. And when I was ordered here, I was ordered here with the Gatling guns specifically included."
Welton asked the first question that would have entered any good soldier"s mind: "Can they keep up?"
"The first two did well enough in Kansas," Custer said. "I made sure the gun carriages had good horses, not screws. I"ve been doing the same with all of them, but now, with eight guns and eight limbers, we have four times as many things that can go wrong." He affected a tone of ruthless pragmatism: "If they cause trouble on campaign, I"ll leave them behind, that"s all."
"That makes good sense, sure enough," Welton said. "Well, we"ll have a chance to see how well they travel from here up to join with the Seventh Infantry. From that point on, we"ll be moving against the British, so if they can"t keep up, they will have to fall back."
Custer"s face crinkled into a frown. "I haven"t been so well briefed as I would have liked," he said, which would do for an understatement till a bigger one came along. He exulted at having the command in Montana, but with command went responsibility. "You"re not in contact with the enemy?" He didn"t care for the sound of that.
"My infantry Regulars aren"t, no, sir," Welton replied, which made Custer like it even less. Then the infantry officer went on, "But the First Montana Volunteer Cavalry are skirmishing with the limeys-that"s the Unauthorized Regiment, you know."
"Volunteer cavalry?" Custer said scornfully-he didn"t know, and had no way of knowing. "Unauthorized "Unauthorized volunteer cavalry?" volunteer cavalry?"
"They"re good men, sir-as good as a lot of the troopers you have," Welton said. Custer didn"t believe that last for a minute, but, if the commander of the Seventh Infantry thought it was true, they might prove better than their name suggested. Welton next addressed that very point: "They started calling themselves the Unauthorized Regiment because they had a devil of a time getting into U.S. service after their colonel recruited them. They still wear the name with pride-a finger in the eye of the War Department, you might say."
"All right, Colonel-for the time being, I have to take your word about such things, not having seen them myself." Custer"s tone remained dismissive.
Henry Welton held up a warning hand. "Sir, they truly are a fine-looking unit. And their colonel, the fellow who recruited them and organized them, is a lad to watch out for. One way or another, you mark my words, he will will make the world notice him." make the world notice him."
"Their colonel-a lad?" Custer wasn"t sure he"d heard right. "Theodore Roosevelt is twenty-two ... though he will be twenty-three soon." Welton spoke with a certain somber relish. "By G.o.dfrey!" Custer exploded.
"That"s right, one of those." Welton nodded. "He will run rings around any three ordinary men you could name. He"s run rings around me more than once, I"ll tell you that. Do you know what he puts me in mind of? He puts me in mind of you, sir, the day you got yourself onto General McClellan"s staff. Do you remember?"
"I"m not likely to forget," Custer said with a smile.
Welton went on as if he hadn"t spoken: "There we were, on the banks of the Chickahominy, and Little Mac wondered how deep it was. And what did you do? You spurred your horse into the river, got to the other side-G.o.d knows how, because it wasn"t shallow-and then came back across and said, "That"s "That"s how deep it is, General." Roosevelt would have done the same thing there. I can"t think of anyone else I"ve ever seen who would." how deep it is, General." Roosevelt would have done the same thing there. I can"t think of anyone else I"ve ever seen who would."
"Hmm." Custer wasn"t sure he liked that; he preferred to think of his headlong bravado as unique. "Well, we shall see. A man who goes hard at the foe will find a place for himself, sure enough."
"Yes, sir." Welton looked around. "Your regiment is shaping with remarkable speed. Won"t be long before you"re ready to move out, will it?"